Just the smell of a notion I never let go Clinging like dust Stinging like snow *** How Ive walked my way At an easy pace No-one but me Has troubled my face *** But deep in the wound Of the heart that knows The smell of a notion Comes and it goes *** My children grow up Under sheltering skies Other children are tortured Before fathers eyes *** Its not my fault And the world is wide And full of good reasons For not taking sides *** And Im holding my children At the end of the day In the streets of Halabja Theyve come out to play *** And Im waking my children As a new day begins In the streets of Halabja The gas cloud rolls in *** There may be no connection No chain leading back From the Midlands of England To the hills of Iraq *** But its business as usual I do a job just the same But was the Middle East market Opened up in my name؟ *** And was there some little contract For some British goods Which if we hadnt sold them Somebody else would؟ *** Its a line I cant follow Its too much for the mind But the smell of a notion Lingers behind *** So I sit with my son Watching him play And suddenly a notion Becomes clear as day *** How the life of the children Is the one playing there and the names and the cultures Are painted on air *** Dont look for connection Just surface weve seen Theres no separation Nor ever has been *** No separation Between my son playing there And those babies face up In the poisonous air *** But the heart that knows Couldnt live with the pain So the heart closes over And we start again *** And I curse the soldiers (Who are nothing like me) And I mistake this notion For sympathy
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 06:42:20 +0000
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