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I was twenty one years when I wrote this song
Im twenty two now, but I wont be for long
People ask when will you grow up to be a man
But all the girls I loved at school
Are already pushing prams

I loved you then as I love you still
Tho I put you on a pedestal,

Shirley,
It's quite exciting to be sleeping here in this new room
Shirley,
You're my reason to get out of bed before noon
Shirley,
You know when we sat out on the fire escape talking
Shirley,
What did you say about running before we were walking

I can see the kitchen light
From the road where I park my bike
But it's dark there as it often is these days
And the gloomy living room
Really needs a dust and a broom
But I can't brush your memory away

Her father was an admiral

When one voice rules the nation
Just because they're top of the pile
Doesn't mean their vision is the clearest
The voices of the people
Are fallin' on deaf ears
Our politicians all become careerists

They must declare their interests

With the money from her accident
She bought herself a mobile home
So at least she could get some enjoyment
Out of being alone
No one could say that she was left up on the shelf
It's you and me against the World kid she mumbled to herself

When the world falls apart some things stay in place

Five hundred men sacked for refusing
To ever cross a picket line
The voices down the ages warning
Never cross a picket line
You must never cross a picket line

Two years gone by but still they never
Ever cross a picket line

Deep down in the underground, atoms spinning round and round
Scientists monitor readings
Searching for the Holy Grail, the particle or at least the tale
Of the one who gives the universe its meaning.

But what if there's nothing, no big answer to find?
What if we're just passing through time?

I've had relations with girls from many nations
I've made passes at women of all classes
And just because you're gay I won't turn you away
If you stick around, I'm sure that we can find some common ground

Sexuality
Strong and warm and wild and free
Sexuality

What will you do when the war is over, tender comrade
When we lay down our weary guns
When we return home to our wives and families
And look into the eyes of our sons
What will you say of the bond we had, tender comrade
Will you say that we were brave
As the shells fell all around us
Or that we wept and cried for our mothers

At night the baby brotherhood and the inter city crew
Fill their pockets up with calling cards
And paint their faces red white and blue
Then they go out seeking different colored faces
And anyone else that they can scare
And they salute the foes their fathers fought
By raising their right hands in the air
Oh look how my country's patriots are hunting down below

When he drops you off, I will not say
Who was that who so quickly drove away
The things you've done and the places you've been
When I open the door for you
I will not let them in

As long as you come back to me
I will never ask

I understand you needing
And wanting is no crime
But I can't help feeling
That you and your mother
Are just wasting your time

Choosing Saturdays in Summer
Oh, I dare you to wear white

I'll never forget the first day I met her
That September morning was clear and fresh
The way she spoke and laughed at my jokes
And the way she rubbed herself
Against the edge of my desk
She became a magic mystery to me
And we'd sit together in double history twice a week
And some days we'd walk the same way home

When I was young I told my mum
I'm going to walk on the Moon someday
Armstrong and Aldrin spoke to me
From Houston and Cape Kennedy
And I watched the Eagle landing
On a night when the Moon was full
And as it tugged the tides, I knew deep inside
I too could feel it's pull

There is power in a factory, power in the land
Power in the hands of a worker
But it all amounts to nothing if together we don't stand there is power in a union

Now the lessons of the past were all learned with workers' blood
The mistakes of the bosses we must pay for
From the cities and the farmlands to trenches full of mud
War has always been the bosses' way, sir

Сила в Единстве (Билли Брэгг)

Наша сила в заводах, сила в земле,
Сила в руках рабочих.
Но грош тому цена, когда все сами по себе,
Без единства мы не увидим мощи!

Мы так многому учились на своей крови,

There is power in a democracy, power in the land
Power in the hands of a worker
But it all amounts to nothing if together we don't stand
There is a power in a Union

Now the lessons of the past were all learned with workers' blood
The mistakes of the bosses we must pay for
From the cities to the farmlands in the trenches full of mud

So you think that the Russians want war
These are the children of parents who died in the last one
Do you think that's possible knowing their past
That they'd ever considered repeating the past
When twenty million were slaughtered by NAZI invasion

They died fighting on our side you know
In a fight to defend human kind from NAZI terror and hatred

I lived in a place called Okfuskee
And I had a little girl in a holler tree
I said, "Little girl, it's plain to see
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me"

She said, "It's hard for me to see
How one little boy got so ugly"