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by Daniel Rachel.
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Late night drinking under the shadow of the moon
Me and my friends talking about the news
Can you believe what's going on
Their countries grieving then killing everyone
I'll bring my bucket if you sweep with your broom
Just
like Ali in 1969 stripped of his title by his American sons
He say 'no Vietcong ever call me nigger'
Why should I fight for the ones that have done
I'll bring my bucket if you sweep with your broom
1969
the year the Stooge was born
The Beatles fight in Abbey Road and blame Paul
They put a man on the moon
Martha Reeves sing 'No where to run to'
I'll bring my bucket if you sweep with your broom
I
fight in Afghanistan
I fight in the Somme
Active Chernobolist
I'm a dead man from Verdun
I fly the flag for my country
I even pay taxes for the war refugees
So you bring your bucket and I'll sweep with my broom
Too
much drinking, talking, shooting round your veins
Visions of the Rising Dead and Mary Magdalene
You see the Chosen One wearing a suit
Double-breasted pin up man and a clean cut college voice
I'll bring my bucket if you sweep with your broom
So
we pass through the years and remember them good ol' days
When all this was fields for the innocent and the brave
It weren't like that in my day
I tell you we're all to blame
You, Me, Everyone
I still got my bucket, you dare sweep with your broom.
Musicians
Stuart
Hilton - Drums
Charlie Hoskyns - Bass
Jim 'Organ' Morgan - Organ
Marc Olivier - Lead guitar, shakers
Daniel Rachel - Acoustic and electric guitars, tambourine, vocals
Willis - Vocals
Production
Produced
by Daniel Rachel
Engineer - Greg Shepheard, Marc Olivier
Recorded by Marc Olivier at Plastic Studios, London and France
Mixed by Bartrum at Bob Lamb's Studio, Birmingham
A guy in Liverpool criticised my American protest,
pointing out the song was a blues, rich in American tradition. He was
absolutely right, as Stevie Wonder's ebony and ivory piano informed us
'there is good and bad in everyone'.
