War Hymns from Within (EP) by Beccy Owen

by Beccy Owen

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A clarion call of home recorded songs, written in response to the media bollocks and Party Political rhetoric that is carefully designed to fuel the war we fight between each other and within ourselves. We are made to feel confused, defensive, scared and hateful of each other. Resistance is not futile. It starts within.

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B x

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released January 17, 2016

Artwork by Ditte Elly Goard.

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Track Name: My Submarine
Way far away through a shattered pane
I fell in love with the world in vain
Bring me all the pluck back that a sinking stole away

I was banked on to rise through a big machine
But now I’m sinking down in my submarine
Where the fuck’s the rescue I was promised yesterday?

Way down I go
But you won't hear the drowning call
Of someone you reckon should rise above it on their own
So way down I go

If I’d have made myself change my name
If I’d tucked in my ugly and my time-worn pain
Maybe I’d have held on to the things they say I should be grateful for

Like all of the progress that has been made
We get to pick our own pitch for a new masquerade!
Maybe I’d be somewhere else instead instead I'm lying on the ocean floor

Way down I go
Cos you weren’t interested in intellect at all you wanted
Willing women giving all their hair for you spin to gold to keep
So way down I go

Way down I go
But you won’t hear a drowner’s call
Of someone you reckon should rise above it on their own
So way down I go

Way far away through a shattered pane
I fell in love with the world in vain
Track Name: All the Little Things
We tolerate your ridicule, your tiny little slights,
Absorb intimidation, the joking and the snipes,
We steel ourselves and pray that we become invisible
We never can be casual holding hands outside
The lessons we are shown are how we’re meant to hide
Our private public gestures must become invisible, invisible

It’s all the little things telling us how to be
It’s all the little things that stop us from being free
It’s all the little things that bring us to our knees
To our knees

I’m worrying and wondering what gives the game away
To strangers on the pavements who want to put my place
I steel myself and pray that I become invisible, invisible

It’s all the little things telling us how to be
It’s all the little things that stop us from being free
It’s all the little things that bring us to our knees
To our knees

It’s all the little things telling us how to be
It’s all the little things that stop us from being free
It’s all the little things that bring us to our knees
Bring us to our knees
That bring us to our knees