Frank Turner and The Sleeping Souls - Somebody to Love

Queen cover from their show at The Bowery Ballroom in NYC

What a great night of music!

Frank Turner - Sons of Liberty

Stand Up Sons Of Liberty And Fight For What You Own

Once an honest man could go from sunrise to it’s set
Without encountering agents of his state or government.
But a sorry cloud of tyranny has fallen across the land, 
Brought on by the hollow men, 
Who did not understand that for centuries our forefathers have fought
And often died to keep themselves unto themselves, to fight the rising tide, 
And that if in the smallest battles we surrender to the state, 
We enter in a darkness whence we never shall escape.
Watt Tyler led the people in 1381 to meet the king at Smithfield
And issue this demand:
That Winchester’s should be the only law across the land, 
The law of old King Alfred’s time, of free and honest men.
Because the people then they understood what we have since forgot:


That governments will only work for their own benefit.
And I’d rather stand up naked against the elements alone
Than give the hollow men the right to enter in my home.
When they raise their hands up our lives to possess, 
To know our souls, to drag us down, we’ll resist.
Stand up sons of liberty and fight for what you own.
Stand up sons of liberty and fight, fight for your homes.
So if ever a man should ask you for your business, or your name, 
Tell him to go and fuck himself, tell his friends to do the same.
Because a man who’d trade his liberty for a safe and dreamless sleep
Doesn’t deserve the both of them, and neither shall he keep 

If you’re protesting and need a chorus, this one’s pretty great!

E                            D         A        E
Stand up sons of liberty and fight for what you own.
E                            D            A        E
Stand up sons of liberty and fight, fight for your homes.

The Song For Today: Redemption by Frank Turner

Lyrics

I was walking home to my house through the snow from the station
when Springsteen came clear in my headphones with a pertinent question
Oh is love really real and can any of us hope for redemption?
Or are we all merely biding our time down to lonely conclusions?

Darling let me take your hand as I talk you through this,
how loneliness edged into deep seated psychosis.
Lying awake in crowded hotel rooms focussed on tape hiss;
with my feelings laid clear on ceiling
I don’t think I can do this (x2)

I’ve tried so hard to not turn into my father,
but if I only ever skip out his choices, will I ever choose better?
Oh the sad truth is that the grass, it will always seem greener,
So I left you alone in a restaurant in London in winter.
You deserve better.

Adam Trask is on my back and in my ears. 
And the sound comes clear and brings the awful truth:
I can’t stand what I’ve done to you. It’s written clear in my diary:
Today should’ve been our anniversary. 
But I’m far away and I’m far apart, and you’re back home with a broken heart,
and love is real and I can’t escape:
I only ever have myself to blame.

These failures shift and shake me in the night,
like a fever I can’t break, try as I might.
Wake me darling, I need you to take me home
But I know that in the end redemption is mine, and mine alone.

So if each of us is made up of a tally of mistakes and successes, 
then that hour in that restaurant makes my score less than impressive,
but each can be redeemed with the courage with which he confesses.
So darling, i miss you, your music, and your musk and your kisses.
I don’t think I can do this.

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