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Going Home

from Gather by Wob

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lyrics

Dear mother I'm coming home
I can't walk anywhere anymore on my own
With only half a leg
I'm going to find it hard to stand
It's going to be a while before I can
I feel a bit like a child again
With memories as old as time
Of someone's life from long ago
That no longer feels like mine
I've seen dying children
Screaming out for death
Or someone to hold and love them
As they wait patiently
Dear father I know you told me to be brave
But I saw somebody's severed head yesterday

Blank lifeless eyes
Staring past me into space
All my belief in humanity passed away
His face was a mask
Of panic, fear and resignation
It's funny how it melts away
When the spirit leaves
How sickly sweet
The sticky smell of blood is
And how far these helmets can be seen
I want to wake from this nightmare now

Dear son your daddy's coming back
I hope I don't scare you
As I'm wheeled through the door
You're too young to realise
How lucky I am to see you again
I'm sorry but you'll be my only child
I didn't hear it as it left the mountain side
Passed over the valley
Beneath the clouds, the sun, the sky
I felt the ground shade briefly
Before it sent me screaming through the air
My mind was racing with thoughts of you
And how do you make peace
With something that you don't understand

To my love if the light goes from your eyes
I think I'll understand
Because I'm only half the man I was
Before I left you behind
But I need you now
More than I ever have before
This war it seems as old as time
Being naive I didn't realise
That man still practiced genocide
Killed children for their father's sides
Mutilated, raped, left dying in the streets
Women with only pride
Left mourning for their families
Dignity stolen by their own countrymen
Lying in the back of this truck
Bouncing down this cratered road
I realise I'm glad that I am going home
I'm glad I'm coming home



Lyrics © Wob

Recorded live at Bamberger Amthof, Feldkirchen, Austria; Nov 1998

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from Gather, released January 1, 1999

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Wob's sound is a glorious and intelligent blend of punk, pop and folk."

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