Get all 12 Saul Blease releases available on Bandcamp and save 25%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of The Great War, 1917, Black Hole, 1916, Blood, Hollow, 1915, 1914, and 4 more.
1. |
Rewind / Valiant Hearts
02:27
|
|||
|
O valiant hearts who to your glory came
through dust of conflict and through battle flame
tranquil you lie, your knightly virtue proved
your memory hallowed in the land you loved...
|
||||
2. |
Listen To The Man
05:15
|
|||
|
Tommy went across the sea
gallant soldiers to the front
Singing out “here are we”
to bear battle’s brunt
In Picadilly, Leicester Square
join up the women say
Take the shilling, sign there
and say goodbye to Dolly Gray
Given a uniform and a gun
it’s off to bayonet drill
Six inches of cold steel
and now we’re taught to kill
Listen to the man
what does he say?
Friends are coloured khaki
and your enemies are grey
Pals battalion, soldiers now
boys go marching by
Pack up our kitbags
we’re out to do or die
Listen to the man
what does he say?
Friends are coloured khaki
and your enemies are grey
Pals battalion, soldiers now
boys go marching by
Pack up our kitbags
we’re out to do or die
Listen to the man
what does he say?
Friends are coloured khaki
your enemies are grey
Starshell bright lights the sky
prelude to dawn’s early light
The time has come to stand to
hold your gun ready to fight
Starshell bright lights the sky
prelude to dawn’s early light
The time has come to stand to
hold your gun ready to fight
They say it'll be over soon
home by Christmas day
Lying here in a muddy trench
is that really what they say?
A moment’s peace at the front
football kicked in no mans land
But silent night is destroyed by shell
no fraternising orders stand
|
||||
3. |
Angel Of Mons
07:00
|
|||
|
We the Old Contemptible few
drinking char then we stand to
Digging in behind the bags
Trenches stretch across the land
In Flanders mud we stand
In the pink behind the bags
Hunkered down behind the wire
bumped by Hun artillery fire
In a funk behind the bags
From the posts barb wire’s strung
no-mans land the bodies hung
Just the dead behind the bags
Sunset on the western front
once more the evening hate
A thousand guns now taunt us
there’s no escape from our fate
Direct hit, no body remains
just fragments of bone an’ skin
Brass hats will be sending out
telegram for the next of kin
Does an angel float above us?
Can’t see through the shot and shell
As the world tears up around us
Why would an angel visit Hell?
Does an angel float above us? (above us)
Can’t see through the shot and shell
As the world tears up around us (around us)
Why would an angel visit Hell?
Hear the hoots early morning
Bob-man calls out the warning
Floundering in a green sea
fumble my mask to save me
Someone yelling, going down
on dry land begins to drown
Spewing cud gasping breath
another here is touched by death
They said to die for England here
is something sweet and right
Watching Tommy spew his guts out
no, dying’s not a glorious sight
Does an angel float above us? (above us)
Can’t see through the shot and shell
As the world tears up around us (around us)
Why would an angel visit Hell?
Does an angel float above us? (above us)
Can’t see through the shot and shell
As the world tears up around us (around us)
Why would an angel visit Hell?
|
||||
4. |
War Machine
04:52
|
|||
|
We were young
Bored
Broken
Tired and ignored
A disease
Unspoken
In the end
All we were
What we wanted
A place to belong
War Machine
Keep the wheels on turning
War Machine
Keep the bodies burning
Screams of pain
Soaked in red rain
Roll over broken bones
Stuck in the mud
In the piss and the blood
Kings of unholy thrones
War Machine
Keep the wheels on turning
War Machine
Keep the bodies burning
And remember the days
And remember the damned
And remember the time when we broke it all
And remember
Create
Then take a seat again
|
||||
5. |
Shoot To Kill
04:43
|
|||
|
Seven thirty
the whistle blows
Over the top
the order goes
Grab the ladder
take a breath
Over the top
into the jaws of death…
Breathe in
Aim
Breathe out
Shoot to kill
Death and screams all around
end of dreams, more men go down
Devils chariot, metal beast
war machine that needs to feast
From High Wood to the Danger Tree
this is the world that’s left for me…
Breathe in
Aim
Breathe out
Shoot to kill
Yeah
We’re flying
We’re soaring forever
Yeah
We’re wasting
We’re falling together
Yeah
We’re flying
We’re soaring forever
Yeah
We’re wasting
We’re falling together
Shoot to kill
|
||||
6. |
If I Were God
04:38
|
|||
|
Torn, broken, bleeding
Friends stuck in my hair
Can’t tell if I’m still screaming
Pieces everywhere
Crawling on my knees
On my way begging to you
Father, hear me please!
And then what did you do?
What did you do?
Why can’t you see?
I’ve got holes where eyes should be
And what did you do?
Yeah, what did you do?
If I were God
Do you think I would?
If I were God
Do you think I would?
I did not come to bring peace upon the earth
I came to bring a fucking sword
I came to put up a son against his father
But I just needed more and more and more and more
If I were God
Do you think I would?
If I were God
Do you think I would?
Create
Then take a seat again
If I were God
Do you think I would?
If I were God
Do you think I would?
|
||||
7. |
Passchendaele
05:56
|
|||
|
Fighting over a brick colour’d stain
After the shells all that remains
A foreign field, a lake of mud
Tinted red with good mens blood
In a place
called Passchendaele
In a town
called Passchendaele
You feel the dread, you smell the fear
Grasping a photo of all you hold dear
Over the top, once more we go
Shot down or drown, the reaper sows
In a place
called Passchendaele
In a hell
called Passchendaele
Withdrawn now from the front
Those that have born the brunt
Revolution, mutiny
What pray tell, will come of me
Don’t they know, w’had our fill
Tell them, I don’t wanna kill
Tommy’s now, strapped to a gun
Field punishment number one
In a place
called Passchendaele
Through a hell
called Passchendaele
March along the Menin Road
Hellfire corner said and done
Puts down a sandbag, marks the hole
and blows his foot off with a gun
The court martial they don’t care
six minutes, and he’s been tried
At dawn’s light he hears the prayer
the paper square, has been tied
Lack of morale fibre
example needed to be seen
For the honour of the regiment
he’s shot dead at just nineteen
|
||||
8. |
Doughboy
00:51
|
|||
9. |
Hellfighter
05:18
|
|||
|
Too low for the gutter
Too high for the trench
You see how we die yet complain about the stench
Hey little orphans how do you do?
Tear off my medal ‘cause you think it’s a sin
That I fight for your freedoms with the colour of my skin
What little privilege ruined you?
One-ninety-one
God is long gone
You’d think war was over once the fighting was done
Still hear the ringing in my ear
White, black, bleeding red
I said
Race doesn’t matter when you’re already dead so
I’ll show you something to fear
Tell me what’s real
Tell me how to feel
Just for the bliss of it
The kiss of it comes down
Johnson comes
Knocking on the door
Pray for your life and fall to floor
Watch as your friends disappear
Yeah
White, black, bleeding red
I said
Race doesn’t matter when you’re already dead so
I’ll show you something to fear
Tell me what’s real
Tell me how to feel
Just for the bliss of it
The kiss of it comes down
|
||||
10. |
The End
04:57
|
|||
|
Four years now
Stuck in hell
Bombs and gas and shot and shell
Death and pain all around me
Didn’t you say
Trust
Obey
Live to fight another day
Didn’t you sell quite the story?
“For King and Country
We will never let you down
For King and Country
You will fight to protect the crown!”
Four years now
Stood on the line
We fought the fight
We did our time
For King and Country
You laughed and watched us drown
Poor Scouser Tommy
Lying in the mud
His life slips away
Drowns in his own blood
Barbed-wired tourniquet
Tears in his flesh
He stares at the sky
Draws in his last breath
Whilst others grow old and their memories fade
Forever twenty-one in this soil where he’s laid
A polished stone marks where he lays
One among millions
Here to stay
Now I’m stuck on the wire
I’m out of time
But the sky’s on fire
And it looks so divine
We become what we hate
Too far gone
Far too late
We repeat the same state
We will kill
What we create
Now I’m stuck on the wire
I’m out of time
But the sky’s on fire
And it looks so divine
|
||||
Saul Blease Bristol, UK
Multi-instrumentalist and singer / songwriter from sunny Bristol creating new music that fuses together elements of alternative, heavy and industrial rock, with splashes of electronica.
If you like Saul Blease, you may also like:
News From The Invisible World
by The Fierce And The Dead
supported by 20 fans who also own “The Great War”
I didn't think I would like this record but it's so infectious in its ability to change from prog to post rock then to psychedelic and onwards into alternative metal. Such an amazing feat to introduce the saxophone and it sounds so cool, this record is outstanding.
go to album
supported by 19 fans who also own “The Great War”
this may just be Mr Godfrey's finest work.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Mar 5, 2021
go to album
Move To The Trees
by Winter McQuinn
Winter McQuinn mixes soft rock and psychedelic folk for a sound reminiscent of classic pop purveyors like Cut Worms and the Lemon Twigs.
go to album
The Canadian trio's knack for writing bangers plots a steady course through the maelstrom.
go to album
