MUSIC MONDAY: Plaintive Native by Big Special

Pick a song that you really like and share it on Monday.

Found this tag on Read Rant Rock & Roll. This meme was created by Drew @ The Tattooed Book Geek. 

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Last week’s song: Ash Speck in a Green Eye by AFI

This week’s song: Plaintive Native by Big Special

LYRICS

The smoke unsheathed the city
Our kids will ignore the setting sun
Another plaintive native
That bleeds the blood of everyone
The bell awoke the city
Our kids will turn from the rising sun
Another plaintive native
Sings into a smoking gun

War
It’s just another war
Best get out our pens
And heave the holy oar
For the times we’re livin’ in
Bring wisdom to the rich
And respite to the poor
With the bird of virtue and its skilful signalling
Time
Heaviеr than gold
Looks like the bomb is back
Heard mеmories from my dad
And he is not that old
The future’s had the sack
The receipts have been sold
Looks like the bomb is back
So you best be feeling bold

The sun is ever setting
Let them eat crusts
The pennies are for betting
Take the change I make as rust
Feel the kiss from my lungs
Hear the curse through the dust
Feel the kiss from my lungs
Hear the curse through the dust

What do you care about?
What are you able to care about?
What are you allowed to care about?
What are you forced to care about?
Do you even care?

The sun is ever setting
Let them eat crusts
The pennies are for betting
Take the change I make as rust
Feel the kiss from my lungs
Hear the curse through the dust
Feel the kiss from my lungs
Hear the curse through the dust
The sun is ever setting
Let them eat crusts
The pennies are for betting
Take the change I make as rust

Feel the kiss from my lungs (War, it’s just another war)
Hear the curse through the dust (Best get out our pens)
Feel the kiss from my lungs (And heave the holy oar)
Hear the curse through the dust (For the times we’re livin’ in)
Feel the kiss from my lungs (Bring wisdom to the rich)
Hear the curse through the dust (And respite to the poor)
Feel the kiss from my lungs (With the bird of virtue and its skilful signalling)
Hear the curse through the dust
Feel the kiss from my lungs (Time, heavier than gold)
Hear the curse through the dust (Looks like the bomb is back)
Feel the kiss from my lungs (Heard memories from my dad)
Hear the curse through the dust (And he is not that old)
Feel the kiss from my lungs (The future’s had the sack)
Hear the curse through the dust (The receipts have been sold)
Feel the kiss from my lungs (Looks like the bomb is back)
Hear the curse through the dust (So you best be feeling bold)

The smoke unsheathed the city
Our kids will ignore the setting sun
Another plaintive native
That bleeds the blood of everyone
The bell awoke the city
Our kids will turn from the rising sun
Another plaintive native
Sings into a smoking gun

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