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Oh what a day
Oh what a day
Oh what a day to be looking my way
And smile like white turning grey
We wait for the fight
We wait for the fight
We wait for the fight, for a target that’s right
An enemy to step into the light

In these trenches
On these wooden benches
We sit scrape the mud off our boots
We sigh like it mattered
The cigarette butts scattered
Smoke for the sun to shine through

Night after night
Night after night
Night after night looking up at the sky
Like a black hole still hungry for light
The world through a hole
The world through a hole
The world through a hole and the silence that rolls
A flag hoisted but hanging low

In these trenches
On these wooden benches
We sit scrape the mud off our boots
We sigh like it mattered
The cigarette butts scattered
Smoke for the sun to shine through

Oh what a day
Oh what a day
Oh what a day to be looking my way
And say you feel patient today

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a Singer of Songs Barcelona

I sing songs in the bathroom. In packed and empty venues. In gardens, sheds and churches. Once in a weird Finnish gym and also in the oldest house in Switzerland. On a boat and in a bus and in a horse farm. In noisy Italian bars and spookily silent Belgian rooms. On my own and with people.
I sing songs and if you want, you can listen.
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