Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Another Imperial Day, artist - New Model Army. Album song Carnival, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 04.09.2005
Record label: MCPS
Song language: English
Another Imperial Day |
You could be there |
On a dark october night |
Waiting for the moment to be |
Swimming 'cross the freezing river |
Holding a plastic bag of belongings just out of the water |
Climbing up the banks on the other side |
Hiding in the trees so cold |
That you hardly show as a target |
On the heat seeking gear of the border patrol |
But you made it, you’re another one over |
Sleeping on a bench in a railway station |
In the heart of Europe |
Haven’t eaten anything for two days straight |
But where there is a will there’s allways gonna be a way |
And every door is guarded |
And every guard costs money |
So the women are bought and kept and raped and sold as slaves |
Because the family borrowed from the man |
And the man has allways got to be repaid |
For the deals of the borders and the fake IDs |
And the stolen passports all locked away |
While the women are working and gagging down on their knees |
And somewhere in the back of terminal 3 |
In the clogged-up corridors of the imigration authorities |
Whole families with the wrong bits of paper |
Are waiting to be sent back to where they came from |
Escorted by officials out across the tarmac |
With their wrist bound tight with cable ties behind their backs |
It’s dawn and there’s fog in Rotterdam harbour |
And the guard’s on his break and the dogs are chained by the wire |
Three figures come out from behind the cranes |
Make across the train tracks |
Climb aboard a Panamanian freighter headed for the isle of grain |
Find a place to hide in a stack of containers |
Another payload of world trade because |
Goods are free to move but not people |
Oil is free to move but not people |
Jobs are free to move but not people |
Money is free to move but not people |
And today they got a man hauled off a truck in the port of calais |
We watch him in silence as they lead him away |
Clutching his battered suitcase |
But his face betrays him, lost and scared and defeated |
Sitting in the back of the white port authority van |
Well, where do any of us come from, it’s pretty hard to say |
While high in the sky above us tonight |
The bombers are heading the other way, south and east |
Into the blood red crimson sunrise of another imperial day |