Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Harmonica: | Frank Turner |
Electric Guitar, Mandolin, Vocals: | Ben Lloyd |
Bass: | Tarrant Anderson |
Piano, Organ, Keyboard, String Arrangements, Vocals: | Matt Nasir |
Drums, Percussion, Mandolin, Vocals: | Nigel Powell |
Hear ye, hear ye,
Friends and romans, countrymen
Hear ye, hear ye,
Punks and folks and journeymen
Hear ye, hear ye,
My sisters and my brethren,
Our time is coming near.
So come ye, come ye
To soulless corporate circus tops,
Come ye, come ye,
To toilet circuit touring stops,
Come ye, come ye
To bedrooms, bars and bunker squats,
The sound is ringing clear
And who'd've thought, after all,
Something as simple as rock 'n' roll would save us all?
Who'd've thought that after all it was rock n roll.
Hear ye, hear ye,
Anyone can take the stage,
Hear ye, hear ye,
And make miracles for minimum wage,
Hear ye, hear ye,
Our folk songs for the modern age
Will hold us in their arms
Right here, right now,
Elvis brings his children home,
Right here, right now,
We never have to feel alone
Right here, right now,
Teenage kicks and gramaphones,
We hold them in our hearts.
And who'd've thought, after all,
Something as simple as rock 'n' roll would save us all?
Who'd've thought that after all it was rock n roll.
I still believe in the saints
In Jerry Lee and Johnny, and all the greats
I still believe in the sound
That has the power to raise a temple, and tear it down
I still believe in the need
For guitars and drums and desperate poetry
I still believe that everyone
Can find a song for every time they've lost, and every time they've won
So just remember folks we're not just saving lives, we're saving souls and we're having fun.
Singer-songwriter Frank Turner has had an extraordinary two-years in his native England. Heralded as "The people's prince of punk poetry" by the NME, he has …