The Good, The Bad & The Queen - Merrie Land (Official)

“Merrie Land” taken from the album by The Good, The Bad & The Queen
Out now:: https://ada.lnk.to/merrieland

The Good, The & Queen are: Damon Albarn, Paul Simonon, Simon Tong & Tony Allen.

“Merrie Land” perfomed by:
Vocals, Lowery Organ, Piano by Damon Albarn. Bass by Paul Simonon. Guitar by Simon Tong. Drums by Tony Allen. Bassoon by Gareth Humphreys. Cor Anglais / Oboe by Kate St. John. Strings performed by The Demon Strings - Cello by Isabelle Dunn. Viola by Stella Page. Violin by Antonia Pagulatos. Violin by Kotono Sato.

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MERRIE LAND
If you are leaving
Please still say goodbye
And if you are leaving can you
Leave me my Silver Jubilee mug
My old flag
My dark woods
My sunrise

If you are leaving
Can you please say goodbye
And if you are leaving
Can you leave your number
I’ll pack my case
And get in a cab and wave you goodbye

I’ll drive in the early hours down to the sea
I’ll stand on the beach where the storms amplify
All the voices I care for
And the ghosts I hold sacred
In this alignment that lasts for a day
There’s nothing that I can do anyway, anyway
What am I doing here waiting for you

So rebuild the railways
Firm up all the roads
No one is leaving now this is your home
And the horses, the foxes, the sheep and the cows
Bow down on their knees
To the fanfare of progress it’s always the same
We cheer on the clowns as they roll into town
But their faces look tired and sad to me
And carry the terrible things they have seen

All lost in a painting of a sky coloured oil
In this Merrieland
You are my crows, my window rattlers
Perfumed valley criers
Oh the dark ponds of Merrie England
The deep space echoes
Get on your mo….
What did you say? Get on your mobilised hooters …
Get hold of those mobilised hooters
You can fly to the moon one day
They are half price

This is not rhetoric
It comes from my heart
I love this country
Daneland I am your kin
You were the ones who work together
Put the money in the pockets
Of the few and their fortunes
Who crowd the school benches
And jeer at us all because they don’t care about us
They are graceless and you shouldn’t be with them
Because they are all disconnected and raised up in mansions
And two hundred plastic bags in a whales stomach
So you turn to the trident
Are we green are we pleasant?
We are not either of those Father
We are a shaking wreck where nothing grows
Lost in the sky coloured oils of Merrieland
You can fly to the moon… one day

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