Not for Sale in the USA

Not for Sale in the USA

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Not for Sale in the USA, lyrics

1.

This sun, this rain, this river; this field, this flower, this hay
This blue, this green, this purple; this white, this green, this grey
This baby, this mother, this father; this cat, this dog, this stray
Not of them are available for sale in the USA

Chorus
Not for sale, in the USA, not for sale in the USA

2.
This bridge, this house, this painting; this heart, this soul, this mind
This road, this street, this mountain; this family ties that bind
This school, this child, this teacher; this cup, this spoon, this tray
Non of them are available for sale in the USA

Chorus

3.
This farm, this barn, this tractor; this muscle, this set, these tears
These sheep, this cow, this chicken; these hopes, these dreams, these fears,
This sport, this thought, this culture; this job, this work, this play
No of them are available for sale in the USA

Chorus


 

Ordinary People

Ordinary People

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The Refugee Crisis

1.

Ordinary people who don’t have a life
Ordinary people who don’t have a voice
Leaving Iraq, leaving Iran
Leaving Syria, Afganistan

Chorus
And they’re coming to Europe
And they’re coming to Europe

2.
Ordinary people who cross land and sea
Ordinary people who want to be free
Escaping guns, escaping bombs
Bread and water, freedom songs

3.
700 people The frightened refugee
700 people who drown in the sea
Fanily photos, left them behind
Fleeing gunmen, step on a mine

Chorus

4.
Ordinary people, cannot reach their goal
Ordinary people, left in the cold
Water cannon, border control
Those politicians don’t have a soul

Chorus

 

 

 

I Want to Heal You

i want to heal you

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Lyrics

I want to heal you, to take away the pain
I want to heal you, you’ll be happy once again
I love you when you’re happy, I hate it when you’re sad
I hope you will recover from the problems that you’ve had
I want to heal you and I hope you want to heal me too

2.
I want to heal you, to get you on your feet
I want to heal you so you can take your rightful seat
I’m glad when you are working, trying to do your best
I hate it when they hurt you and put you to the treat
I want to heal you and I hope you want to heal me too

3.
I want to heal you, to help you put things right
I want to heal you, to help you win the fight
I love you when you’re free and looking at the sky
I hate it when you’re broken without your human right
I want to heal you and I hope you want to heal me too

 

The Bombing

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In this painting, the adults are moving about like heavy metal rock stars kicking up mayhem on a stage only instead of carrying guitars they are carrying children. This from from a photo in a newspaper of the bombing of a mental hospital during the Lebanese war.

Bloxwich Coal Mine

I grew up on a housing estate near Bloxwich. Not far away from the estate was a disused coal mine with a railway, and a huge slag heap where I used to go exploring, hoping not to get caught by any caretaker. I did a sketch, and I tried to turn it into something to impress the tutors at Walsall School of Art in Goodall street. It did not get any further than sketchbook work

 

The Miner’s Family

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John Briscoe from Cannock
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Tony, Ted and Betty

John Briscoe came from a large mining family and they lived in Cannock. Three of his brothers usually referred to as Ted, Bet and Tone are in this painting. They were sadly born mentally backward as I was always told. They lived in a row of houses I believe was built by the mine owners for their workers. They were old and negleted houses, dark and dusty. Johns father died of cancer, I saw him lieing on his bed in the small living room, I saw him in there, one side of his body was turning blue. John was overcome by grief but could not face it and he got a group of us from Art school to go to Paris with him hoping to forget his troubles, his father died around this time but John was stoical about it. This is not the end of the Briscoe tragedy. His mother died of breast cancer and his three brothers, Ted Bet and Tone had no one to care for them. Once at the bus station in Walsall I saw one of the brothers walking by in the night, angry looking and alone.

John was a brilliant artist. He was the talk of Walsall art school, flambouyant and full of life. His art work was creative and effortlessly brilliant. He could turn his gift for creativity from sculpture to pottery at ease. But he had an accident on e day and stabbed himeself in the eye, and lost his sight in that eye. This fault of all his tradgedy I firmly place on the neglect of the coal mining owners in Cannock who didn’t seem to do anything to help this poor, poor family. There were two other children one Tom Briscoe who got married, and the oldest who I only heard about by heresay.