a short site about The Divine Comedy

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To Our Fathers In Distress - A Walk

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Grab the day by the scruff of the neck
Pull your willies on
Then all try to squeeze into a Renault 16
Look at Daddy, he thinks he’s in a rally
Look at Guinness, the Red Setter, drooling on my sweater
So we march, march, march to the top of the hill
To the Grianan of Aileach
Where the wind will whistle in from the west
Steal the breath from your chest
Push you over on the way back down

If we’re good today Daddy just might play
I’ve seen it once or twice
Desmond days he does quite important stuff
And Desmond’s always right

Out they come, like a rocker, from the boot
Bushy, Carly, Tippy, Guinness, and a Cairn named Sue
The boys run fast but the dogs run fasters
They knock you down as they tumble passed you
Bang, bang, bang, we’re pretending to be soldiers
The ones we’ve seen in the green Land Rovers
Mummy, Mummy, Mummy, can you hold my coat
You don’t feel the code when you’re seven year old

If we’re good today Daddy just might play
I’ve seen it once or twice
Desmond says he does quite important stuff
And Desmond’s always right

And through the wood
And through the woods go two small boys
The darkness wraps around
We soldier on, we have no choice
It is our task
Out noble task to lead the way
So those who lag behind
Can follow on without delay

We clear a swathe
We cut a swathe through jungle thick
Out machetes travel quick
Beheading all that’s in our way
Then slowly we
We start to feel that something’s wrong
Where have the others gone?
They should have been along by now

We’re walking back
We’re running back from whence we came
But nothing looks the same
And the game’s no longer fun
Then Brendan says…
Then Brendan shouts…
Then Brendan screams…
Do you know what this means?
We are lost!

We call their names
We call but there is no reply
Just the rustling of the leaves
Among the branches way up high
What have we done?
Where will we go?
How will we live?
Where’s the nearest orphanage?!

There you are!
Come one then…

Grab the day by the scruff of the neck
Never leaving your side again
Pull your willies on
Then all try to squeeze into a Renault 16
Never going to hide again
Look at Daddy, he thinks he’s in a rally
Never going astray again
Look at Guinness, the Red Setter, drooling on my sweater
Never wandering away again
So we march, march, march to the top of the hill
To the Grianan of Aileach
Never leaving the pack again
Where the wind will whistle in from the west
Leaving the beaten track again
Steal the breath from your chest
Never losing the team again
Push you over on the way back down
Never ever to be seen again

If we’re good today Daddy just might play
I’ve seen it once or twice
Desmond days he does quite important stuff
And Desmond’s always right

Out they come, like a rocker, from the boot
Never leaving your side again
Bushy, Carly, Tippy, Guinness, and a Cairn named Sue
Never going to hide again
The boys run fast but the dogs run fasters
Never going astray again
They knock you down as they tumble passed you
Never wandering away again
Bang, bang, bang, we’re pretending to be soldiers
Never leaving the pack again
The ones we’ve seen in the green Land Rovers
Leaving the beaten track again
Mummy, Mummy, Mummy, can you hold my coat
Never losing the team again
You don’t feel the code when you’re seven year old
Never ever to be seen again