Video filmed by Antoine Humbert in Switzerland Web: www.russelljoslinmusic.co.uk Mailing list: eepurl.com/bq-xV1 Bandcamp: russelljoslin.bandcamp.com/ Facebook: www.facebook.com/russelljoslinmusic Twitter: www.twitter.com/russellEjoslin Instagram: www.instagram.com/russellejoslin/ Soundcloud: soundcloud.com/russelljoslin +++++++++++++++ A Land Far Away When the trouble gets regular in a land far away We only ever find one thing to do It will take more than a hashtag, more than a march More than this argument with you We've been throwing our rubbish over the fence too long Braying, parading like the matador Sending young bucks to fake the job of saints Filling their young minds with fear and nu-metal To count up their kills and collect up their medals Give 'em the keys to a tank and a gun Receive 'em home PTSD, dead and done So keep these good ol' boys in their original places Don't send dynamite kids to fight and old man's war The fight will be long and the wounds will be sore In a land far away And whenever we think we've got an answer I see everybody staring up at this mountain Willing to go but counting the steps These gold-plated rockets they say will protect us They sit underwater like a clown in a cake For we all know you'd never make a blunder that great So we sit on the edge of a a street based war With our feet hanging over the edge Now with friends in the blast zones we become more curious Death tolls and reasons, no right to be furious Cos' we all feel cushioned by a wall of western wealth Blindly hoping they will protect our health But a number of people died yesterday In a land not so far away So the power must be taken from the ones who throw stones They will turn and shit pants when the bullets come close There are places they'll go to await their approach While the rest of us deal with their games It ain't clever to be mature with hindsight We tried that before and we blotted out the sunlight Put robots in the sky that kill mothers by daylight And politicians on TV saying 'whoops' Or worse still standing behind their decisions like we're all mindless fools with no forward vision We qualify these crooks now more This blister and mayhem is all for the money We need a champion so do they exist? When times are the hardest do they emerge from the mist? Battered from a life beaten black and blue With the words we all know are true Or do we all take the mantle with a million hands Like liquid metal, collecting together in bands The naysayers all eat their words and their hats While the movement grows by the day But a number of people will die tomorrow In a land far away

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