Summer’s Last Sound

Album cover art for "Summer’s Last Sound" by Disco Inferno

Disco Inferno - Rock, Post-Punk

Summer’s Last Sound

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Duration: 5:39

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Lyrics

And the gulls are coming in off the coast The smell of corpses pulls them in Mass graves uncovered, must be abroad - it can't be here I can sense your violence, but I still don't understand How when the past looks dead and you've got the future In the palm of your hand Run quick through (noble?) streets Where killers hide Our fruits get bricks in windows And foreigners get hushed-up trials And you're waiting for a knock at the door Which would tell you if you spent the next few years Free from life attacked by petrol bombs The price of bread went up five pence today And an immigrant was kicked to death again And I'm scared for my life for the first time in it And we've known all along that a home can put your life at risk So I guess we'll just disperse again And the crows are coming off the land The easy targets lure them in [?] Don't be absurd, it can't be here Until we find a place to settle We'll just keep moving on We stay in flocks like birds, no one dares to move along Across a sea of bleached skulls Chased by death in all its forms Over mountains, under suns We shoot to kill, yet shoot for fun Across a desert's burning skies, we never stop to sleep and eat Death always finds us in the end, its very shadows [?] weeping Over hot hamlets and plains, a killer wants to see us slain Over fields of wheat and grain, through the endless, pouring rain Why can we never find a safe place to land? When we find ourselves through God's providing hand At the close of every day

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Credits

Writers
  • Ian Crause
  • Rob Whatley
  • Paul Wilmott