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Grenfell Tower - Voices For the Dead
Flanked by opulence and riches,
Stands a tombstone for the poor,
A landmark to indifference
To agony endured,
Warnings mocked and laughed at,
by the mighty of the land,
till the flames lit up the darkness,
and exposed this brigand band.
On the top of Grenfell tower,
Beyond sweet rescues reach,
trapped children and their mothers cried,
save us, we beseech,
Praying for a miracle, on phones some said goodbye,
they’ve no angles wings to fly away,
they may get them, when the die.
As the smoke and flames engulf them,
and their last breath they inhale,
last thought of home and family
and that truth it might prevail,
hold to account the guilty,
on their shoulders place their crime.
For profit before people
Was the reason and the rhyme
Neath the skyline of this city,
Stands tall, this blackened shell,
ash carried on the morning breeze
and the smoke you still can smell.
Cometh righteous indignation,
Cry justice, - must be said
Arise arise you many,
now you’re the voices for the dead.
Davy Kettyles
June 17th 2017
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No Tears at Your Grave
04:38
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No Tears at Your Grave
He was a London Transport driver,
gripped that wheel for many years.
drove that bus throughout the lockdown,
did his duty, hid his fear,
Tears were shed, not at his grave, no tears, shed at his grave, no Brothers lined the graveyard, no sisters flanked his grave.
While, nursing the sick and dying,mothers’ text, it helped you through. Simply said, I love you my darling,keep safe, I’m proud of you x.
Tears she shed, not at your grave,
no tears, shed at your grave, no mother there to say goodbye,
no mourners at your grave.
For those tears were shed at distance, form, weeping, bloodshot eyes, watching the live stream, of proceedings, like a groom without the bride. No final kiss upon the forehead, no gathering of the Clan,
no sad handshakes of condolence, tender hugs or black armbands.
They cried their tears, not at your grave, best friends eulogy, not made , just the live stream of proceeding , no mourners at your grave.
You loved those old folk in that care home,
times where tough, but your where kind where you a victim of indifference,
when you died on our front line.
Tears were shed, not at your grave, no tears, shed at your grave, they remember your smile and your laughter, but shed no tears at your grave
For those tears were shed at distance,
in a thousand different rooms, watching a lives tream of the proceedings,
like a bride without the groom,
no neighbors shoulder bore the casket,
no favorite niece to sing the psalm, no sad handshakes of condolence,
tears now shed in every land.
They cried their tears, not at your graves, best friends eulogy not made just a live stream of the proceeding, no tears shed at your grave.
Now your life’s a living memory, for the loved ones who survived, who always knew you were essential, long before these tears they cried
Davy Kettyles
16/04/2020
credits
released July 3, 2020
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The Great Red Wall Has Fallen,
The Great Red Wall has fallen, breached by the deep blue wave. Can you hear your father a wailing, as he’s spinning in his graves. For the old ties you have severed, you say with heavy heart, as you drew the vipers to your breast, when with x, you made your mark.
Chorus – Now darkness falls – and winter, soon be here
You blame "that man Corbyn" and his Metro-pol elite.
for you aiding and abetting in their downfall and defeat,. Though your father was a miner, who stuck it out to 85, you open up the fortress and crowned the king of lies
Chorus – Now darkness falls – and winter, soon be here
It's beyond my comprehension, the poverty of man,
how so few, rule ore so many, by guile and sleight of hand.
By ruthless exploitation, by the promise of a prize,
by bribes or mere deception, by fear, by guilt and lies.
Chorus – Now darkness falls – and winter, soon be here
Well the king he rules the kingdom, and his banquet overflows, while his subject's hail their masters, kiss his feet, and curse his foes. Toast his victory, praise the leader, you will rue his rule one day, when you see the King for what he is, when you count the price you’ll pay Chorus – Now darkness falls – and winter, soon be here
The Great Red Wall has fallen, breached by the deep blue wave. Can’t you hear your father calling, as you lay flowers on his grave? Saying, son we were long abandoned, since these bastards closed the mines, do you really think you’ll prosper, now you’ll crowned the King of Lies
It's beyond my comprehension, the poverty of man,
how so few, rule ore so many, by guile and sleight of hand.
By ruthless exploitation, by the promise of a prize,
by bribes or mere deception, by fear, by guilt and lies.
Chorus – Now darkness falls – and winter, soon be here
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Maternal Instinct
04:04
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Mother’s Inclination
She was a Doctor and was a spinster,
Who had never felt her body kissed since childhood.
She wore a yellow star, sown to her blue coat,
as the rounded up the Jews
When put up her the transport,
she found him, huddled crying in the corner
As the train pulled out of Budapest,
She found a love, she knew she couldn’t lose.
She held his hand and stoked his hair,
while gently swaying in the boxcars rolling motion.
In the dark, she heard an old man reassure
his sobbing wife, all will be well
As a gypsy woman sang a sad lament,
for all lost souls in the forest
Little did they know their final destination
on this train, was bound for hell.
Ash blows in the wind, and quicklime fills the ground
Ash blows in the wind, and quicklime fills the ground
In the morning they were told to disembark,
at a Polish railway station,
Where the guards called out for doctors and for surgeons
to step forward and then stand.
She started to advance, but was frozen to the spot by hesitation,
when she realised she could not leave the love,
she was holding by the hand.
They were herded, then like cattle,
to the shower rooms by growling dogs and demons.
As the door was slammed begin them,
She scooped up the boy to shelter him from harm
Then as death then came upon them,
from the ceiling, in the twilight of their dungeon,
the cruel realisation, no escape,
as she embraced him in her arms .
Ash blows on the wind, and quicklime fills the ground
Ash blows on the wind, and quicklime fills the ground
As he crumbled in her hold, young Isaac died
without a single tear or wimpier.
For he felt shielded by her love,
from sights and sound of terror all around.
The last thing that she felt,
was the wonders of maternal inclination
She was the mother to the child, she never had,
as they both tumbled to the ground
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I Know You're Gonna Try
04:26
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I know Your Gona Try
I know your gona Try, to hurt me the way that I hurt you
I see it in your eyes, and the look on your face says it’s true
Your gunning for me, no need to be told. Revenge is a dish
Best served up cold, I dealt out the pain, you return it ten fold
In a gruge, that will never expire.
I know, you’ll take your time. To hurt me the way that I hurt you,
No more valentine’s, for fool’s gold I threw away you,
Now you sharpen your blade, while you bide your time,
An eye for an eye will leave both of us blind,
But when you weald the sword, you’ll think it divine.
Its been forged in the flames of your fire.
Retribution, its all well and fine,
on the road to damnation,
Where the blind leads the blind.
Ah, forgiveness, that will not do,
for the wrought of your Vengeance,
is all that’ll satisfy you.
I know your gona Try, to hurt me, the way that I hurt you
Time to say goodbye, and run for the hills as I do,
You’ll be hot on my tail, through rain, hail and snow,
Hungering now, for the dish to serve could,
And when you catch up with me, as my fate has foretold,
You’ll get your wish, your revenge, your desire.
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Global Games
03:46
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At The Bottom of the Barrel.
At the bottom of the barrel hide, the memories,
of old hurts, that we swore we’d ever speak.
But, I know my dear I slighted you this morning,
kicked the dog and now the sleeping dog’s awake
I feel the tremble of the world beneath me feet now,
As on the bottom of the barrel, you dig deep,
To unearth my sins, and lifelong indiscretions.
I sowed the seeds, so the harvest, I must reap.
In a howling voice, of righteousness indignation,
your recite my charge sheet, line, by line, by line.
The list of wrongs, you’ve written and rewritten.
in verse, rehearse, alone a thousand times
You out you pain, your shame, your agony, your, sorrow,
with nouns and verbs that echo in my ears.
You show to me an open wound that still is bleeding,
at the bottom of the barrel filled with your tears.
From your verbal storm there simply is no refuge,
I am broken by the volume of your tone.
Well-crafted words, the projectile of your fury,
like cannon balls the rip my flesh and break my bones.
I can’t un-hear, the words you scream in anger,
their ferocity and speed I can't outrun.
To the sky I raise my hands, in sad surrender,
but no prisoners are taken by your tongue.
You’ve summoned up my past, to be your witness,
You've said it all in all that has been said
The only plea I enter, is I’m guilty,
before my final sentence, it be read.
Then the thunder stops, as quickly as it started
To the bottom of the barrel I must fall
All that’s left, is the ugly sound of silence
as the kitchen clock, strikes midnight, on the wall.
Davy Kettyles
January 2019
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Mankind and the Baffallo
03:44
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If you Believe
04:00
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If You Believe
Do you believe, in the kindness of strangers?
Do you believe, in love at first sight?
Do you believe, in the troubadour of dreamers?
Or, or you lost, in his darkness to night.
Do you believe, the blind can be sighted
Do you believe, the deaf, made to hear,
Do you believe, that you can move mountains
Or have you drowned in the river of tears
If you believe, that light can trump darkness
If you believe,, in the power of will,
If you believe, in the laughter of children, then
There's hope for humanity still
Do you believe, in the fall, then redemption?
Do you believe, you’ll forgiveth my Sin
Do you believe, in gospel of mercy?
Or is bitterness you kith and kin.
Do you believe, no man is an island,
Do you believe, it’s not right, if it’s wrong.
Do you believe, we all need each other?
Or have you danced with the devil to long.
If you believe, theirs’s a crack in the darkness,
If you believe, where the lights seeping in,
If you believe, we can rise in its glory
Then there's hope for humanity still
DaviE K
11th November 2017
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If the Heaven's Call
05:49
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I f the Heavens' Call
The first time that I saw you, you were in your apple tree
Hanging upside-down, with a freckled face, wearing levies Dungarees
With your first smile, yes, you had me, your stole my heart away,
And the first night you said you loved me, you kissed my lips and said.
Should the Heavens call, I’ll wait for thee, on the other side my love, of eternity.
And take your time to follow me, you’ll find me hanging upside down in my apple tree.
Our journey’s been eventful, on life’s highways and life’s plains
Crossed some rivers, moved some mountains, had some laughs and shared some pains,
Stumped our toes and blamed each other, had some kids along the way.
Drank to dawn, and worked to midnight, then you took my hand and said.
Should the Heavens call, I’ll wait for thee, on the other side my love, of eternity.
And take your time to follow me, you’ll find, you’ll find me hanging upside down in my apple tree.
There a full moon now arising, hear the dog scratch at the door, and I know it won’t be long my love to your not here anymore. Kiss your lips and hold your hand now, as you slowly slip away, and as grief it falls upon me, you turn your head and say.
Now the havens call, but I’ll wait on thee, on the other side my love, of eternity.
And take your time to follow me, you’ll find, you’ll find me hanging upside down in my apple tree.
Our granddaughter came to visit, hadn’t seen her since a child, o my god, she is your image, has your freckles, got your smile. And I told her all about you and what you mean to me, as we whiled away the hours talking neath your apple tree.
Let the heavens fall, for your back with me, not on the other side of my love, of eternity, as I hold her hand, your plain to see, hanging upside down my love in your apple three, hanging upside-down my love, in your apple tree, hanging upside-down my love smiling back at me.
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Gates of Hell
03:35
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Gates of Hell
The devil made me do it, I have often heard it say,
When confronted by the horror of their crime.
Just following the orders handed down to them that day, Close the over door, and never mind.
Where the screams and cry’s for pity, not enough to ring the bell, does the aftermath not haunt you every morning.
Was the smell of burning flesh, for you, too difficult to tell, that you were standing now at the burning gates of hell.
Gates of hell, those gates of hell, prepare to meet your maker at the burning gates of hell. Gates of hell, those gates of hell, Lucifer will greet you, when you pass the gates to hell.
The chatter of machine guns, cause the village men to fall,
into the open grave you made them dig.
For the women and children, there’s no mercy, none at all.
Burned in the barn, alive, like broken twigs
Then you hung that teenage partisan, because she would not tell, the location of her comrades in the forest.
She died with brave conviction, but you simply couldn’t tell,
as you photographed the carnage, you had reach the gates of hell.
Gates of hell, those gates of hell, prepare to meet your maker at the burning gates of hell. Gates of hell, those gates of hell, Lucifer will greet you, when you pass the gates to hell.
Your old now and decrepit, not the youth you used to be,
But your weasel words, still dance around your crime.
You just carried the orders handed down to you that day,
Just closed the oven door, and never mind.
The devil made medo it, is that all you have to say
Do the victims of the wicked deeds, not haunt you.
Said you did it for your country, that you served your country well,
Blind hated, filled your goosestep, marching to the gates hell.
Gates of hell, those gates of hell, prepare to meet your maker at the burning gates of hell. Gates of hell, those gates of hell, Lucifer will greet you, when you pass the gates to hell.
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Davy Kettyles Northern Ireland, UK
Davy Kettyles is a Belfast Based, singer/songwriter His songs are strong on social commentary, and have an unmistakable left-
wing angle to them.
"The Great Red Wall Album" is his third. His first album, "Flags and Union Banners" was released in May 2017. His second album, Loose Your "Shachles and Chains" was released in September 2019
He is a Union Organiser with Unite and is lifelong socialist
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