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Won't you come on down the line, away from barren ground
The harlot and the autocrat, are they driving you further down
The season's rhymes, they anchor me, against the raging tide
Take you to the last wild place, skin and the stars they embrace
A caveman could a saint become, on a hospital ward on the Somme
We can dive into distant amoebas, our wings could melt in the sun
I can shake, I can move, but I live can't without your love
I can break, Over you, but I live without your love
Our poet Henry Lawson, he named them, the lay'em out brigade
Here they come, there they go, oh great god of development
Don't really know you yet
Coastline hosed down washed away, economics now there's nothing left
Tomorrow's child takes concrete footsteps
And they'll drink champagne or be damned
And the storm is breaking now, yes the storm is crashing down
(Moginie/Garrett)
The harlot and the autocrat, are they driving you further down
The season's rhymes, they anchor me, against the raging tide
Take you to the last wild place, skin and the stars they embrace
A caveman could a saint become, on a hospital ward on the Somme
We can dive into distant amoebas, our wings could melt in the sun
I can shake, I can move, but I live can't without your love
I can break, Over you, but I live without your love
Our poet Henry Lawson, he named them, the lay'em out brigade
Here they come, there they go, oh great god of development
Don't really know you yet
Coastline hosed down washed away, economics now there's nothing left
Tomorrow's child takes concrete footsteps
And they'll drink champagne or be damned
And the storm is breaking now, yes the storm is crashing down
(Moginie/Garrett)
Lyrics submitted by Chris_Gough
Shakers and Movers Lyrics as written by Martin Rotsey James Moginie
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Ah, there is no helpful history of commentary on this song. It's too late to ask Jim. I saw MO for my first and surely last time in their farewell tour in the US, 2022. :-b
For the history books, I was wondering about "a caveman could a saint become in a hospital ward on the Somme." Personally, my only reference to the Somme is the historically awful Battle of the Somme, the murderous battle of brutal trench warfare that killed endless people for so little purpose except to literally kill off more enemy than one lost of one's own side. Little territory was exchanged. So, maybe a wounded warrior who had become a savage "caveman" fighting in that battle could be wounded, then go to the nearby hospital (on the Somme?) and heal (become a saint)? If not, maybe some famous artist of other person had been a pscyh patient there.
[huh, I just checked up on Van Gogh and he had been a patient near a French River, but it was near the Rhone River, not the Somme.]