Fish - Internal Exile Lyrics
(dick/boult/simmonds)I saw a blue umbrella in princes street gardensHeading out west for the lothian roadAn evening news stuffed deep in his pocketWrapped up in his problems to keep away the coldGriersons spirit haunts the dockyards,Where the only men working are onDocumentary crews,Shooting film as the lines get longer,As the seams run out, as the oil runs dry.Chorus: hey there laddie, internal exile!When will you realise weve got to let go?Hey there lassie, internal exile!When will you realise weve got to let go?Starlings wheeling round georgian spires,And the fires of grangemouth burn the skies.A lion sleeps in a tenement close,In a country thats tired and deaf to his roar(chorus)They bury a wasteland deep in the wildernessPoison the soil and reap the harvest,Of blind indifference, greed and apathySowed way back in our historyThe fish are few the harbours emptyThe keels now rot on our oil slicked shoresThe sheep are gone, the farms desertedWere out of sight and were out of mind.(chorus)Like our fathers before us,Weve eyes for america.Dream of a new life on foreign shores.But wherever we go, well always know,That the land we stand on, is never our own.(chorus)
