[00:00.00] 作曲 : Rowan Sawday
[00:11.16]I see ghosts gather for the feast look
[00:13.41]I see my great great granddad he's a priest
[00:15.78]Jamaica sugarcane blackening his teeth
[00:18.24]He is nodding at my great granddad who's a thief
[00:20.55]And I'm sat here in between
[00:21.66]look - with my granny in her fancy jewels
[00:24.15]Who's saying
[00:24.42]"Don't forget you're grammar schooled
[00:25.77]Don't forget your dad was to the manor born"
[00:27.90]And she's on a croquet lawn very manicured
[00:30.21]I turn, and see my great gramps' feet are manacled
[00:33.39]And my nana from my mother's side is ducking cannonballs
[00:35.88]Ducking in to shattered doors
[00:37.38]And coming back with corpses
[00:39.00]Twisted and staggering and ashen forms
[00:41.01]That she's nursing in a front garden
[00:42.81]With her hands bloody
[00:43.98]Cursing at the bombardment
[00:45.45]And her knees muddy
[00:46.53]Cursing at the bombs popping
[00:47.97]And the jagged beams
[00:48.90]And there is Uncle John
[00:49.83]Cursing at the Japanese
[00:51.06]Babbling in Ancient Greek in a cold bath
[00:53.52]With his dogs and his pipe and his old scars
[00:56.34]What's the matter with him?
[00:57.63]It's all the noise and the clamour
[00:59.01]Boys running out the jungle and he has to kill em
[01:01.47]And every day he wakes aching from the shrapnel in him
[01:03.75]Till he is an asteroid in blackness that
[01:05.52]Can't forgive him
[01:06.45]All my ancestors broken up and strange
[01:08.97]Some are loving, some are woven up in hate
[01:11.43]Some are blood and liquor soaked and some are saints
[01:13.74]Some made their money off of slaves
[01:15.54]Some are noble as a spade
[01:17.79]Some are dirt-rich
[01:19.14]Look among em there are foremen there are servants
[01:21.72]There are there are
[01:22.08]Poor Pawn brokers here there are merchants
[01:23.76]Look, there are sheep farmers there are nurses
[01:26.34]and all of them are in me
[01:27.42]All are in me as a bone
[01:28.80]So never think you know me cos you don't
[01:30.42]Said all of them are in me
[01:32.34]All are in me as a bone
[01:33.78]So never think you know me cos you don't
[01:56.25]I see ghosts

作曲 : Rowan Sawday
I see ghosts gather for the feast look
I see my great great granddad he's a priest
Jamaica sugarcane blackening his teeth
He is nodding at my great granddad who's a thief
And I'm sat here in between
look - with my granny in her fancy jewels
Who's saying
"Don't forget you're grammar schooled
Don't forget your dad was to the manor born"
And she's on a croquet lawn very manicured
I turn, and see my great gramps' feet are manacled
And my nana from my mother's side is ducking cannonballs
Ducking in to shattered doors
And coming back with corpses
Twisted and staggering and ashen forms
That she's nursing in a front garden
With her hands bloody
Cursing at the bombardment
And her knees muddy
Cursing at the bombs popping
And the jagged beams
And there is Uncle John
Cursing at the Japanese
Babbling in Ancient Greek in a cold bath
With his dogs and his pipe and his old scars
What's the matter with him?
It's all the noise and the clamour
Boys running out the jungle and he has to kill em
And every day he wakes aching from the shrapnel in him
Till he is an asteroid in blackness that
Can't forgive him
All my ancestors broken up and strange
Some are loving, some are woven up in hate
Some are blood and liquor soaked and some are saints
Some made their money off of slaves
Some are noble as a spade
Some are dirt-rich
Look among em there are foremen there are servants
There are there are
Poor Pawn brokers here there are merchants
Look, there are sheep farmers there are nurses
and all of them are in me
All are in me as a bone
So never think you know me cos you don't
Said all of them are in me
All are in me as a bone
So never think you know me cos you don't
I see ghosts