Forgot how come every wrong's been done, with deals no Christ
Should allow
Once the communist, now the terrorist with blood as thick as
Yours
Now a caravan of cows warns us all of winter showers
Then a rattle, comes a rain with each bullet screams your name
Oh how come this carrying storm pours little on the truth?
Where the smoking gun's a familiar song echoes
With the bombed-out cars come the falling stars from a heaven
We’ll never know
And the nameless names on the misspelled graves grow tall
We're still screaming at the Wailing Wall
I liberate your people's fate, spoke the burning bush
But the song of beasts, drown their oil-soaked teeth
Their dollar is mighty and true
Now the eagle soars the sky over refugee and child
And to all there is no end, another day in perfect hell
So how come the carrying storm pours little on the truth?
Where the smoking gun's a familiar song echoes
All hail
Now a caravan of cows warns us all of deadly showers
Then a rattle, comes a rain with each bullet screams your name
So how come this carrying storm pours little on the truth?
Where the smoking gun's a familiar song echoes
With the bombed-out cars come the falling stars from a heaven
We’ll never know
And the nameless names on the misspelled graves grow tall
We're still screaming at the Wailing Wall
Oh I liberate your people's fate, as we scream at the Wailing
Wall
supported by 12 fans who also own “Screaming At The Wailing Wall”
Best sea shanty album of all time bar none. I remember when I first heard it; became my favorite album of all time. I was astounded cause... I liked every song! Martin Flaherty
Irish singer-songwriter Sarah E. Cullen bares her heart over pastoral folk arrangements enshrouded in a dream-pop haze. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 29, 2021
Irish act Perlee used lockdown time to develop demos into this raw, but lovely collection of tuneful alternative folk songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 27, 2020
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An album that originally I didn't take a liking to; until I heard the lyrics. It slowly has grown on me to the point where I have ordered the vinyl. Lovely way to remember those 100 years ago. Martin Flaherty