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Gethsemane  
DAmong the headstones Fyou Cplayed as boysG D Crypts and tombs Flike a Croomful of toysG D Just up the river Ffrom the Csmoke and the noisGe, DGethsemFanCe G D And there's war-whoops Fand Csecret signs in the treeGs D Estuary smells Fcoming Cup on the breezGe D O perfect Fendless Cdays like these, GO GDethsemaFneC G
BbSailboat on the Cadie, Cpushbike on the quay In your Dmeyes there's fire, in your Gmhand destiny 'O Fbe something, Bbbe something Dfine!'
Just down the river, into the noise and the smoke Being daring with the staring, uncaring folk Who laugh with you, laugh at you, you'll never get the joke Gethsemane And they broke your spirit there in the marines Flushed your head down in the latrines Frozen in your sacrement, derailed in your teens never saw the enemy And those bosses betrayed, soon let you go The fire in your eyes, how could they know 'O be something, be something fine!' Now you've got your own boys, hell bent for leather Dead before they're 18, or bitter old men forever They never saw the halo moon rise over the river of Gethsemane Now there's a pain in your head puts lead in your shoes Better get it seen to, it's going to be bad news How did the perfect world get so confused, O Gethsemane Who sucked out the freedom, days without end Under the weight of it all you must bend 'O be something, be something fine!' by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com