Thursday morning in the crowded market
The bomb bursts across the traders' stalls
So close they never hear the sound that kills them
A fist crushing flowers then darkness falls
All they wanted was food for their children
All they wanted was a job with pay
All they wanted was to get home safe
But in Baghdad, it's just another day
Thursday morning in the crowded carriage
The bomb tears through the tunnel walls
So close they never hear the sound that kills them
A fist crushing flowers then darkness falls
All they wanted was to get to work
All they wanted was to earn their pay
Agony captured on a thousand mobiles
London's making the news today
Breakfast at the Summit is rudely broken
Helicopter blades begin to turn
From a safe distance the cameras gather
There are speeches to make and points to earn
Standing firm, shoulder to shoulder
Leaders pose behind police lines
Suspects are hunted and heroes are found
In Baghdad and London, life goes on
It's business as usual in the City of London
It's business as usual at the Baghdad gate
It's business as usual in the halls of the mighty
The Board of Directors' profits won't wait
What's the price of a life in a Baghdad market?
What's the price of a life on an underground train?
It's dearer by far than the price of peace
But to the Board of Directors it's a fair exchange..
.
In Baghdad they cry for their sons and their daughters
In London they cry for their sons and their daughters
In Madrid they cry for their sons and their daughters
In New York they cry for their sons and their daughters
In Chechnya they cry for their sons and their daughters
In Beslan they cry for their sons and their daughters
In Sudan they cry for their sons and their daughters
In Gaza they cry for their sons and their daughters…
The bomb bursts across the traders' stalls
So close they never hear the sound that kills them
A fist crushing flowers then darkness falls
All they wanted was food for their children
All they wanted was a job with pay
All they wanted was to get home safe
But in Baghdad, it's just another day
Thursday morning in the crowded carriage
The bomb tears through the tunnel walls
So close they never hear the sound that kills them
A fist crushing flowers then darkness falls
All they wanted was to get to work
All they wanted was to earn their pay
Agony captured on a thousand mobiles
London's making the news today
Breakfast at the Summit is rudely broken
Helicopter blades begin to turn
From a safe distance the cameras gather
There are speeches to make and points to earn
Standing firm, shoulder to shoulder
Leaders pose behind police lines
Suspects are hunted and heroes are found
In Baghdad and London, life goes on
It's business as usual in the City of London
It's business as usual at the Baghdad gate
It's business as usual in the halls of the mighty
The Board of Directors' profits won't wait
What's the price of a life in a Baghdad market?
What's the price of a life on an underground train?
It's dearer by far than the price of peace
But to the Board of Directors it's a fair exchange..
.
In Baghdad they cry for their sons and their daughters
In London they cry for their sons and their daughters
In Madrid they cry for their sons and their daughters
In New York they cry for their sons and their daughters
In Chechnya they cry for their sons and their daughters
In Beslan they cry for their sons and their daughters
In Sudan they cry for their sons and their daughters
In Gaza they cry for their sons and their daughters…
inviata da giorgio - 9/6/2013 - 12:30
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Lyrics & Music by Aidan Jolly
Album: State of Hysteria
Just Another Day is by Manchester-based singer/songwriter Aidan Jolly. It makes connections between the 7/7 bombings in London in 2005
and the daily slaughter in Baghdad, and puts the question: Who really profits from war?