Well how do you do and what's your name
And where you from sir
Welcome to the last domain
Welcome to the Somme, sir
Fifty-nines for seven days
Flares up on the tenth night
Jesus help the man who strays
Into the black and white
Worms are in the carrion bread
Rats are in the water
So be merry or so be dead
Back into the slaughter
She don't care the color ya blood
Read between the lines, sir
Follow me into the mud
It's not your time sir
Now, walk into the black and white
Come underground
Death is on the prowl tonight
The black and white
Some say the devil is dead
But in our opinion
She's as real as you or I
This is her dominion
Plus ca change plus c'est la meme
Lovely observation
Come the morning she'll arrange
A demonstration
Now, walk into the black and white
Come underground
Death is on the prowl tonight
The black and white
Well didja know his father well
Were you both at Clifton
Did he play beneath the boughs
Of his daddy's Lindens
Now he's face down in the ground
Turning into dust, sir
Who gave him this final round
Who did he trust, sir?
Now, walk into the black and white
Come underground
Death is on the prowl tonight
Come on men, walk into the black and white
Come underground
Death is on the prowl tonight
The black and white
And where you from sir
Welcome to the last domain
Welcome to the Somme, sir
Fifty-nines for seven days
Flares up on the tenth night
Jesus help the man who strays
Into the black and white
Worms are in the carrion bread
Rats are in the water
So be merry or so be dead
Back into the slaughter
She don't care the color ya blood
Read between the lines, sir
Follow me into the mud
It's not your time sir
Now, walk into the black and white
Come underground
Death is on the prowl tonight
The black and white
Some say the devil is dead
But in our opinion
She's as real as you or I
This is her dominion
Plus ca change plus c'est la meme
Lovely observation
Come the morning she'll arrange
A demonstration
Now, walk into the black and white
Come underground
Death is on the prowl tonight
The black and white
Well didja know his father well
Were you both at Clifton
Did he play beneath the boughs
Of his daddy's Lindens
Now he's face down in the ground
Turning into dust, sir
Who gave him this final round
Who did he trust, sir?
Now, walk into the black and white
Come underground
Death is on the prowl tonight
Come on men, walk into the black and white
Come underground
Death is on the prowl tonight
The black and white
envoyé par Dq82 - 25/9/2025 - 16:50
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Foreign skies
Foreign Skies is a concept album descriribing the first world war. From the intial call to arms, to women’s suffragests to a soldier being executed for cowardice, each song tells the story from a different perspective at a different time.
The Somme may have been the most brutal and senseless battlefield of the entire war, and soldiers living below ground in the trenches took on a new mode of existence.