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Ballad of a Hero, or War Music (After Logue)

Kate Tempest
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BALLAD OF A HERO, OR WAR MUSIC (AFTER LOGUE)

Your Daddy is a soldier son,
Your Daddy’s gone to War,
His steady hands they hold his gun,
His aim is keen and sure.

Your Daddy’s in the desert now,
The darkness and the dust,
He’s fighting for his country, yes,
He’s doing it for us.

Your Daddy’s coming home soon though,
Not long now till he’s back,
We’ll dress you in your smartest shirt
And meet him down the track.

He’ll put you on his shoulders and
You’ll sing and clap and laugh,
I’ll wrap my arms around his waist,
And hold him close at last.

Your Dad ain’t left the house again,
Your Dad ain’t brushed his teeth,
Your Dad keeps getting angry son,
At nights he doesn’t sleep.

He’s having his bad dreams again,
He seems worn out and weak,
I’ve tried to be there for him, but
We barely even speak.

He can’t think what to say to me,
He don’t know how to tell it,
Won medals for his bravery,
But just wants to forget it.

He’s drinking more than ever son,
Before, he never cried. But now,
I wake at night and feel
Him shaking by my side.

He spoke to me at last my son!
He turned to me in tears,
I held him close and kissed his face
And asked him what he feared.

He said it’s getting darker,
It hasn’t disappeared,
And I can see it sharper
Now the sand and smoke have cleared.

There was this kid he’d got to know,
Young boy. Just turned eighteen,
Bright and kind, his name was Joe,
He kept his rifle clean.

Joe’s girlfriend was expecting,
Joe loved to joke and laugh,
Joe marched in front of your old man,
As they patrolled a path.

Everything was quiet until
They heard the dreaded blast.
The man that marched in front of Joe
Was completely blown apart.

Some shrapnel hit Joe in the face,
Gouged both eyes at once,
The last thing those eyes ever saw
Was the man in front:

Limbs and flesh and bone and blood,
Torn up and thrown around,
And after that – just blackness.
The taste, the stink, the sound.

I tell you this my son because
I know what you’ll be like,
As soon as you’ve grown old enough
You’ll want to go and fight

In whatever battle needs you,
You’ll pledge your blood and bone,
Not in the name of good or evil –
But in the name of home.

Your Dad believes in fighting.
He fights for you and I,
But the men that send the armies in
Will never hear him cry.

I don’t support the war my son,
I don’t believe it’s right,
But I do support the soldiers who
Go off to war to fight.

Troops just like your daddy son,
Soldiers through and through,
Who wear their uniform with pride,
And do what they’re told to do.

When you’re grown, my sweet, my love,
Please don’t go fighting wars,
But fight the men that start them
Or fight a cause that’s yours.

It seems so full of honour, yes,
So valiant, so bold,
But the men that send the armies in
Send them in for gold,

Or they send them in for oil,
And they tell us it’s for Britain
But the men come home like Daddy,
And spend their days just drinking.
WAR MUSIC (AFTER LOGUE)

Your Daddy is a soldier son,
Your Daddy’s gone to War,
His steady hands they hold his gun,
His aim is keen and sure.

Your Daddy’s in the desert,
and the darkness and the dust,
and he is fighting for his country, son,
He’s doing it for us.

Your Daddy’s coming home soon,
Not long now till he’s back,
Now we can dress you in your smartest shirt
And meet him down the track.

And he will put you on his shoulders and
You will clap and sing and laugh,
And I will throw my arms around him
And feel him close to me at last.

Your Dad ain’t left the house again,
Your Dad ain’t brushed his teeth,
Your Dad keeps getting angry,
And at nights he doesn’t sleep.

He’s been having nightmares
And he seems worn out and weak,
And, yes, I’ve tried to be there for him, but
We barely even speak.

It's like he don't know what to say to me,
He don’t know how to tell it,
He's won medals for his bravery,
But he just wants to forget it.

He’s drinking more than ever,
I can hear him cry, when
I wake up in the night and I feel
Him shaking at my side.

But he spoke to me at last my son!
He turned to me in tears,
And I put my face real close to his
And I asked him what he feared.

He said it keeps getting nearer,
It hasn’t disappeared,
He says I see it even clearer
Now the sand and smoke has cleared.

There was this kid he’d got to know,
Young, just turned eighteen,
Good kid, his name was Joe,
He kept his rifle clean.

Now Joe’s girlfriend was expecting,
Joe was smart, Joe liked to laugh
And Joe marched in front of your old man,
As they patrolled the path

It's the thing
Everything was quiet
Suddenly they heard the blast.
Then the man that marched in front of Joe
Was completely blown apart.

Some shrapnel hit Joe in the face,
Gouged out both eyes at once,
The last thing those eyes ever saw
Was the man in front: you know

Was limbs and flesh and bone and blood,
Torn up and thrown around,
after that – just blackness, blackness.
The taste, the stink, the sound - and look

I tell you this my son because
I know what you will like,
As soon as you’ve grown old enough
You’ll want to go and fight

In whatever battle needs you,
You want to pledge your blood and bone,
Not in the name of good or evil –
But in the name of home.

Your Dad believes in what he fights for.
He fights for you and I,
But the men that send the armies in
Will never hear us cry.

I don’t support the war my son,
I don’t believe it’s right,
But I do support the soldiers that
Go off to war to fight.

Troops just like your daddy son,
Soldiers through and through,
Who wear their uniform with pride,
And do what they are told to do.

So when you’re grown, my sweet, my love,
Please don’t go fighting wars,
Fight the men that start them
Or fight for a cause that’s yours.

It seems so full of honour
So valiant, so bold,
But the men that send the armies in
they were in the name of gold,

Or else reasons we don't know
And they tell us it’s for Britain
and the men come home like Daddy, angry
And spend their days just drinking.

Trying to get perspective
On the force they can't stop thinking
While the sons stare at their daddy's chest
and watch the medals twinkling


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