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Evidence is given by The Defense; a series of grainy imagery on which we see the results of Henry’s European campaign. The brutal reality was not the image he had conjured for himself when he gladly signed up. A bitter winter; a bitter stalemate; a truly unhappy year that ended, engulfed in clouds of phosgene. While he was quick enough don his mask before his lungs welled up, he collapsed most savagely with a red hot agony all down his right-hand side. A stray bullet had finally found him. The room hears of how by some sour miracle, he awoke numerous days later in a field hospital, clinging on for Dear Life while fever and infection tried so hard to claim him for themselves.
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lyrics
Here lays the body of Henry
Cold and ill-prepared to face the night
Hooray for our old friend Henry!
He only just got out in time
And the world has grown fuzzy
Like a fog settling thick across the land
It breaks my heart to see him, dying
Clutching his wound in his hands
Still Time, Time, Time is ahead of him
And Time, Time, Time has plans for him
He looks gaunt under the searchlight
As the doctors try desperately to attend
While he retreats into shock, he is bleeding from the hip ---
There’s a strong possibility that this is the end (NO!)
And he's away with the færies
He’s thinking of his girl, she’s waiting back Home
But She is eight hundred miles away. There’s eight hundred dead men ---
Eight hundred dead men between him and Home
Still Time, Time, Time is ahead of him
And Time, Time, Time has plans for him
Sunlight streams through the window
The rattling trolley delivers tea
He's struggling to move, like a weight’s pressed down hard on his chest
Pinned down on the bed --- shooting pain in his leg --- on the white linen sheets
And they tell him that he's lucky
They say he’s one of the few…
Why then, does he feel so helpless and empty
At night when he’s alone in the room?
Still Time, Time, Time is ahead of him
And Time, Time, Time has plans for him
Still Time, Time, Time is ahead of him
And Time, Time, Time has plans for him
Silverlode is a folksome indie rock band from Leeds.
A folk band in the broadest sense of
the word; dogs of pop; self-taught musical ruffians who play to their own traditions. Reinventors of self and prone to playing their songs in a myriad of ways, join Silverlode on their mythological journey through history, future, fantasy and good times via their ever-evolving music.
Winsome and winning indie pop songs on the latest from The Chairman Dances, where erudite lyrics are cradled by gorgeous arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 30, 2023