Anne Clark
red sands live
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Blood on the sand
Blood on the hands
Of a handful of madmen
What a way to see the world
Through the smeared window of a TV-Screen
Technicolour assasinations
Assasinations that make me scared and afraid
Afraid of the streets that breed malice and hatred
Those with their heads bowed to the darkness
Those who can't see for the glare of the light
Those without strength
Who can't raise hands let alone guns
Become prisoners of conscience
Though not your conscience
You cheer and rejoice as life trickles away
Through the outlets you give in the shape of a gun
Our world is slipping quickly away
- Album:
- The Smallest Acts Of Kindness
- Unstill Life
- The Law Is an Anagram of Wealth
- Hopeless Cases
- Pressure Points
- Joined Up Writing
- Changing Places
- The Sitting Room
- Miscellaneous
- B-Music (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) [B-Movie:...
- RSVP
- Notes Taken, Traces Left
- Razormaid 7th Anniversary Box Set
- 2CLUB2 - Progressive House vs. Electronic Beats
- The Very Best of
- Hope Road
- Self Destruct
- The Very Best of Anne Clark
- Joined Up Writing/The Sitting Room
- Electro for Japan