Silent Running

As we enter the days of Trump, or as I’m inclined to think of them, The Doldrumps, here’s a little pre-apocalyptic fare from Mike and the Mechanics.

The video was cheesy, but the song always chilled me. 

https://youtu.be/HFaXHcVS33A
Silent Running

Take the children and yourself
And hide out in the cellar
By now the fighting will be closed at hand

Don’t believe the church and state
And everything they tell you
Believe in me, I’m with the high command

CHORUS
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?

There’s a gun and ammunition
Just inside the doorway
Use it only in emergency
Better you should pray to God
The father and the spirit
Will guide you and protect from up here

CHORUS

Swear allegiance to the flag
Whatever flag they offer
Never hint at what you really feel
Teach the children quietly
For someday sons and daughters
Will rise up and fight while we stood still.

CHORUS (repeat 3 times)

Songwriters: Brian Alexander Robertson / Michael Rutherford

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