Prog folk-rock music from Scotland
Words: Paul Holmes, music: Noel Chidwick.
Our title track is based on lyrics written in 1978 by our old pal Paul Holmes. Noel and Paul entered a song competition in the early 1980s with this. All three of us were postgraduate astronomers at the Royal Observatory Edinburgh at the time and, when Mark heard it, he couldn‚Äôt resist rocking up what was essentially a folk song into something like the version you can hear on the album. This established the “Arbelos method‚” usually, one of us writes a song and the other adds the instrumentals, althought there are exceptions to the rule.
You led us all a merry dance, grandmasters of our future’s chess.
We followed on in blind belief that nations’ leaders must know best.
But no-one had the chance to speak, to influence the few.
Behind the shield of rationale the spectre of this terror grew.
Enola Gay a blameless pawn, her secret plan, inanely crude
“A million men must die today” — the blood price to abate the feud.
She spawned her love child on Japan — (that nightmare theirs alone)
The scorching fingers gouged men’s eyes and painted portraits in the stone.
The taste of blood once on our lips induces nervous fingertips
But bitter-sweet of victory relieves the pain of history
The war had lasted long enough, so no more guns or knoves
‘Though difficult it’s not too hard, to pay the cost with others’ lives.