Gentleman Soldier

Roll and Go

Brisbane Harbour

06 Black Sheep

Leaves
M. Shelton

[Verse 1]
Seems just like yesterday
When we brought her home
I still see that face
Even though…she’s grown
And yesterday..is gone.


[Verse 2-]
Oh, how she held on to me
She’d never let go
I was her everything
But she had to grow
Now I, I hold on

[CHORUS-]
No matter the reason, or the season
I’ll lift her high above all
I hope that she knows, the wind will blow
But it’s ok to fall
And I…can’t wait to see where she plants her own seeds
But I’ll always be her tree…even when she leaves.

[Verse 3-]
I taught her roots, they run deep
I’ve watched her branch out
Into who she wants to be
When she decides to go
She’ll take a part of my soul

[CHORUS-]
No matter the reason, or the season
I’ll lift her high above all
I hope that she knows, the wind will blow
But it’s ok to fall
And I…can’t wait to see where she plants her own seeds
But I’ll always be her tree…She’ll always be a part of me
Yeah, I’ll always be her tree…even when she leaves.


LEAVES

Antoine G: composer, lyricist, synths & programming
Charles-Eric Charrier: bass guitar

Well... this is a murder ballad. Loads of murders. That's what everyone needs right now

Lyrics:

Lalalalala Young Matthew was singing
Out in the fields on this beautiful morning
He was crouching on the ground in the back of the shed
That's when Ian’s sickle landed into his head

Oh God cried Ian, as he fell to his knees
This was all an accident and I’m begging Lord please
Don’t let anyone tell his family
And he shoved Matthew’s poor corpse under a tree
      
Old Natty Mac Bride was having a fine day
Til’ she found her son’s body and the two parts of his head
And  when she caught a glimpse of  Ian running on the hill
She made a vow of revenge and decided to kill

Natty McBride, full of rage and confusion
Ran to the next house with a knife in her hand
And the young girl that was unfortunate enough to live there
Ended up her poor life nailed at the top of the stairs

Revenge breeds revenge and it’s as blind as it gets
But not as blind as Natty, who was as blind as a bat
The house that she attacked was not Ian’s at all
And the price of her error was soon to befall.

Old Natty was first, and the  others fell fast,
It’s quite amusing that Ian stood last
And his demise was the end of the town of Turnstead
As there was no one left to bury the dead

The Sickle

Join us 'round the fire as we tell heroic tales,
Of times before, away from shore, yes, times when we set sail!
We'll fill your dreams with warriors, with treasure and with beasts,
And women much more charming than you'd possibly believe!

We'll have meat, bread, and wine! Ale and other brews,
Mead for good measure, since meat is only food!
Juicy roasted chicken, pork-filled sausages and beer,
We'll sing and laugh and dance and hope to live another year!

If we're still awake we'll play our instruments all night,
And sing again, of mighty men, and Queens and daring fights
We'll fill your dreams with pirates ships, with whales and giant squid,
And cities burning to the ground through evil deeds we did!

We'll have meat, bread, and wine! Ale and other brews,
Mead for good measure, since meat is only food!
Juicy roasted chicken, pork-filled sausages and beer,
We'll sing and laugh and dance and hope to live another year!

Here's to good health, to a long happy life
To many more days and warm festive nights
Here's to our women, and to songs that we sing
But enough of that, just grab your lass, and have another drink!

I wonder how I got here; Life is very strange
I look to the stars in the dead of the night, and I feel my life has changed
Pause to remember lost heroes, our friends, our comrades gone
Let's raise our cups up to the sky, and drink and eat 'til dawn!

We'll have meat, bread, and wine! Ale and other brews,
Mead for good measure, since meat is only food!
Juicy roasted chicken, pork-filled sausages and beer,
We'll sing and laugh and dance and hope to live another year!

Here's to good health, to a long happy life
To many more days and warm festive nights
Here's to our women, and to songs that we sing
But enough of that, just grab your lass, and have another drink!

Meat, Bread, and Wine

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