Name: Warm Rain by Gertrude by Bentstring
Duration: 4 min 39 s
Description: Mudkiss magazine describes this song as "sensual". It is a song about bereavement and wanting to communicate with the dead.

Mudkiss magazine describes this song as "sensual". It is a song about bereavement and wanting to communicate with the dead.

Warm Rain by Gertrude

Another Oxford brat 
Social Democrat 
Politrick rock star 
Turned to god of war 
Found your true soul mate 
Yankee-Doodle hate 
Blood for spoils that you have piled on your plate 

Bombs were raining 
Corpses staining 
Our peoples' lands 
Burning hot sands 

I'll say it's pre-emptive... 

Rock on Tony 
Faces stony 
Noose round your neck 
No fat pay check 

After you got fired 
Kuwait, Yemen hired 
Windrush and Firerush 
With tax-free cash you stuff 
You help to occupy 
Them in Palestine 
With your history you are more than qualified 

Gas in Gaza 
Fuels their slaughter 
60 million 
How far you've come 

Aid the stronger to crush the weaker 

Rock on Tony.. 

Never forget 
Never forgive 

All our dead when you continue to live! 

Rock on Tony.. 

I could go back then 
Little girl of 10 
To you room at night 
With my mum's bread knife 
No more million dead 
No laws to protect 
Now it's you who blown up 
Murdered in your bed 

Eyes are gleaming 
Cherie's screaming 
Guts in my teeth 
Blood stained soaked sheets 

Finish what the 
Hague could not do 
They say blah blah 
We say fuck you

Tony

Exxon Mobile 
You say your investments 
Location specific 

How's the return on 
Each rape and torture 
Down in Indonesia 

Saving the tiger 
Research in Stanford 
Throw them a few peanuts 

Save the big wad for 
Climate deniers 
Much better for business 

Who'd you pay to write your bullshit 

British Petroleum 
Cry for Deepwater 
Crow about Columbia 

Pollute the water 
Set up 16th Brigade to 
Kill in Casanare 

The people rose up 
You planned reprisals 
Executed Vargas 

But you won't break 
Movimiento 
Por la Dignidad 
de Casanare 

Who'd you think believes your bullshit? 

Sea is dry 
Ground is hot 
But the Harvest is good 

Royal Dutch Shell 
Spent millions on clean stoves 
To clean up it's image 

Hope we're forget they 
Financed the hanging 
Of Ken Saro Wiwa 

Gas flares and oil spills 
Coating the Delta 
Dispatching the JTF 

You bomb festivals 
M.E.N.D. will make sure you're 
Wasting your blood money 

Victory to the Niger fighters 

Sea is dry 
Ground is hot 
But the harvest is good 

The harvest is good

The Harvest

Extradition 
Racist weapon 
Of oppression 

Say we're all equal 
Colour you cannot see 
But some will be tortured 
And some will walk free 

Kinder to kill them 
Than this brutality 
Chewed up and spat out by 
Land of hope and glory 

Extradition 
Racist weapon 
Of oppression 

Poet calling his family 
From Supermax cell 
Gentle youth worker 
In his solitary hell 

We've tied integrating 
Multicultural shell 
Easily shattered 
When there's cattle to sell 

Talha Ahsan 
Kept in prison without trial for 6 years before being extradited to the US 
Babar Ahmad 
Kept in prison without trial for 8 years before being extradited to the US 
The pigs gave him 73 separate documented injuries when he was first arrested 

They will never live in disgrace 
They will never bow down before any man 
They will never be your slave 
You will never take their dignity 
They will always live free 
We will always live free 
We will always live free 
We will always live free 

[including words adapted from 'I Will Always Live Free' by Babar Ahmad, written from prison in the UK in 2011 on the 8th anniversary of the police assault on him: http://www.freebabarahmad.com/the-story/in-his-own-words/item/278-i-will-always-live-free]

Free Talha, Free Babar

A dishonest ramble through the blackberry bushes and the 'Shires.

Drinky Winky

You're dancing
You're dancing
You're dancing
Scum you're dancing
You're dancing
You're dancing
Scum keep dancing

Reactionary
Reactionary
Reactionary scum you're dancing
Reactionary
Reactionary
Reactionary scum keep dancing

I hate you
I hate you
I hate you scum you're dancing
I hate you
I'm smiling
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you

You better check
Your white privilege
'Cos I'm sick 
Of your bullshit

You better check
Your male privilege
'Cos I'm sick 
Of your bullshit

Punk Bourguignon

Don't tell me 'bout revolution
We've heard it before
A righteous war
As a liberal idea

One step ahead
They're counting our dead
With crocodile tears

Thinking it tastes 
Thinking it tastes 
Thinking it tastes like something I'm glad
I didn't eat
I didn't eat
I didn't eat
I didn't

In the face of pain
We parrot refrains 
Of intervention

Under the spell
The road to hell
Is paved with good intentions

Thinking it....

The deafening sound
Of facts on the ground
That no one questions

Appealing for calm
They’re flooding in arms
They’ve learnt their lesson

Thinking it...

What is wrong?
What is right?
Buried in
Blackest night
What is truth?
What are lies
It will all
Come to light

Don't tell me bout revolution

We've seen this before
The psy-ops war
Loyalties shaken

You think for your soul
They'll give up control
Well you’re mistaken

Thinking it tastes...

Our brothers are dead
Shot in the head
With our nation's dignity

I'll tell you this
Avoid the abyss
And know your enemy

Thinking it tastes....

What is wrong...

Don't tell me bout

Don't tell!

The guilt has infected us all 

White man's burden once again

The Guilt

What's the chance of being born
Proud and rich above the law
People trapped beneath your feet
Rag the ones

Train you up so you will lead
As your lineage has decreed
You've had every luxury
Every chance

Eton stain
Country's shame
Money Rules
Buys you a name

And then when you graduate
Daddy's PR firm awaits
I scratch your back you scratch mine
Contacts made

Treat our lives like they're your toys 
Like you're still the Bully boys
Stalk the corridors of power
Head of

Eton Stain
Country's shame...

Fuck you, you fucking pricks
Feeding off your privilege
Fuck you, fucking prick
Inbred braindead hypocrites

Eton stain
Country's shame...

What's the chance that you will lead
As your lineage has decreed
What's the chance that you will lead
When I pane your head in

Eton stain
Country's shame
Money Rules 
Buys you a name 

The Eton Stain

Brother in this country
Nothing short of genocide
By UK border agents
Snatch em from the schoolbus
They say that everyone has lied
When kid’s found raped and tortured
You’re a teenage Afghan
Your family have all been slain
Smuggled here like animal
Cops have picked you up now
They wanna send you back
You’re crying help me, help me

Fortress Britain smash its walls
This is the
This is the
Consequence of all their wars
The empire
The glory

You know Jimmy Mbenga
He fought the boss in Angola
Where they have sold their weapons
G4S chocked him to death
The pigs they didn’t even charge
Despite all the witnesses
Eliud Nyenze
Crawling round the floor in pain
He’s calling help me, help me
The same bastards refused him
Now they can’t send him back again
How will we avenge their deaths?
Fortress Britain….

Happened down in Yarl’s Wood
It’s happening in The Cedars
By public and by private
G4S and Serco
You should see how the devils charge
To kill and humiliate

Never ending letter
Words don’t get through
Never ending letter
Appeal was refused
Never ending letter
What will happen to you?
Never ending letter
Handcuffed and removed

Fortress Britain….

Brother don’t you trust them
If you can you run and run
You come and knock on my door
We won’t let them catch you
Make you choose choke hold or gun
We here your help me, help me

Never ending letter….

Fortress Britain….

Fortress Britain smash its walls
This is the
This is the
Consequence of all their wars
The empire
The glory

Never ending letter
Words don't get through
Never ending letter
Appeal was refused
Never ending letter
What will happen to you?
Never ending letter
Handcuffed and removed

Fortress Britain

Lazy drums overlaced with campaigners online zoom meeting messages during lockdown May 2020

Lockdown Stand Up

London based eclectic musician  - former member of the all female post punk band Gertrude and current member of Focus E15 housing campaign.

Warm Rain by Gertrude

Bentstring

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