Are you ready (Marsden)

Are you ready……Are you ready…    .
Wer’e gonna rock this town tonight
Turn on the lights its gonna be alright 
We’re’ gonna rock all through the night

Anglo Saxon……..Anglo Saxon
We’re gonna rock this town tonight
Anglo Saxon……..Anglo Saxon
We’re gonna rock all through the night

We’ve been to every town, they come from miles around
The time has come to see the light
Get off your seat…. get on your feet
You’ve gotta stand for what is right

Anglo Saxon……..Anglo Saxon
The time has come to see the light
Anglo Saxon……..Anglo Saxon
You’ve gotta stand for what is right

Gutar solo

Drums only…

Anglo Saxon……..Anglo Saxon 
We’re gonna rock this town tonight
Anglo Saxon……..Anglo Saxon 
You’ve gotta stand for what is right

Are you ready……Are you ready….
Wer’e gonna rock this town tonight
Are you ready……Are you ready….
We’re’ gonna rock all through the night

Anglo Saxon……..Anglo Saxon
The time has come to see the light
Anglo Saxon……..Anglo Saxon
You’ve gotta stand for what is right

This thing called Rock & Roll (Marsden)

Let me tell you a story, about Rock & Roll
It gave me a direction to recognise my soul
I needed to shout from the topabout the way I feel
I was looking for something I found Rock & Roll

This thing called Rock & roll    X   4

You turn on the TV… and then the radio
All the news is bad news, everywhere I go
With endless frustration with all that’s gone before
I’d just suffer in silence, well not any more

This thing called Rock & roll    X   4

Gutair  Solo

Let me tell you a story, about Rock & Roll
It gave me a direction to recognise my soul
I needed to shout from the topabout the way I feel
I was looking for something I found Rock & Roll

Last Chorus

This is England.
Music (Marsden). - Lyrics (Marsden/Hudson)

This a land of Kings & Queens
Cobbled streets, rivers & streams
This is the land of Hope & Glory
This is a land of beautiful places
Fields of green & open spaces
This is the land of Hope & Glory
This is England…………X 2

Wreaths of poppy’s on Armistice Day
What a price they had to pay
They spilled their blood on Flanders Field in the morning
Our Grandfathers fought in World war two
They gave their lives for me and you
All for the land of Hope & Glory
This is England…………X 2

War torn streets & riot shields
Petrol bombs & how do you feel
Look in your heart and you will find the answer
Take this as a wake up call
See the writing on the wall
Is this the land you want to leave to your children
They bleed the state and ask for more
It’s time Britannia closed the door
They crossed these shores for thirty pieces of silver
They took the passport, they took the pound
And now they’ve bombed the underground
They’ll never destroy the land of Hope & Glory
This is England…………X 4

The Land that gave us Shakespeare & Keats
Churchill , Lennon & the Mersey Beat
How can we let their memory fade to the distance
No turning back, No place for fear
It’s been this way for a thousand years
Seek the truth, Don’t let them silence your feelings
You breathe the land and feel the pain
When the cross of St.George runs through your veins
The time has come to dry the tears of Britannia
Its never too late to save this land
How can we make them understand
This is the land of Hope & Glory
This is England…………X 4

When Daddy Comes Marching Home(Trad./Marsden/Hudson)

My Daddy is a soldier Hurrah. Hurrah
My Daddy is a soldier Hurrah. Hurrah
Sent to fight in a foreign land
For reasons I don’t understand
Each night I pray to see the day
When Daddy comes marching home

When the boys come marching home again Hurrah Hurrah
When the Girls come marching home again Hurrah Hurrah
Sent to fight and sent to die
How can anyone justify
The lives of all the girls and boys
Never to return

When Johnny comes marching home again Hurrah Hurrah
When Johnny comes marching home again Hurrah Hurrah
The Marines,the Paras’ and the Highland Guards
The Wales Brigade and the Royal Hussars
The Union Jack can rise again
And fly half mast no more.

The War Machine. (Marsden)

He’s got his War Mask on He’s got his face of steel
He’s mercenary mad just to make the deal
He feeds on war but he wants more & more & more
Injury is just a compromise

He’s a War Machine X 4

He’s got a killers touch he’s got a mindless style
Genocide is a way of life
Give him a dime he’ll deliver the shells
Cold as ice….. hot as hell

Chorus

Middle 8

How long can you go
Till’ the desert meets the sky
Fore’ the oil has turned to blood
How many more will die
How many more will die

All I see is war machines
Somebody please please help me
Am I out of my mind is this a fantasy
Now I realise…………..
The War Machine is me

Last Chorus

This is not a Crusade (Marsden)

This is not a Crusade…This is not a Crusade
But the march of the tides are starting to change
Sacrificed on a Summers’ day
The slaughter of the meek came under the streets
Now nothing can ever be the same
No... nothing can ever be the same
This is not a Crusade…This is not a Crusade

There’s a line in the sand that no man can cross
The deserts are yielding to the sea…………
The Oasis of salvation lies within our reach
The children of tomorrow hold the key
The children of tomorrow hold the key
This is not a Crusade…This is not a Crusade

When three kings from afar followed a star
Two thousand years ago this was the sign
Now the east winds blow the people should know
This is the sign of our times
This is the sign of our times
This is not a Crusade…This is not a Crusade

With the wolves at the door can’t take any more
Freedom is a heavy price to pay
The road to damascus seems so far away
It’s the battle for hearts and minds today
It’s the battle for hearts and minds today
This is not a Crusade…This is not a Crusade

Lest' we Forget 7/7
(Music - Marsden. Lyrics - Marsden/Hudson)

Lest we forget..Those that were lost that Summers' day
....As we go on our way.
Who was to know.. that kiss goodbye would be no more
....As they close the door


For you and me the memories fade away
But we still walk the streets today
We all know loss we all know pain
But they weren't lost they were taken


Lest we forget.. All those who's lives won't be the same
....As they face the change
Lest we forget...As we watch the march of time
....So many left behind

CHORUS

Lest we forget.. That Summers' day would be their last
....As history came to pass.
Remember this.. Our lives go on, but for some...........
....Tomorrow never comes

CHORUS

The wheels of the State
(Music - Marsden. Lyrics - Marsden/Hudson)

The wheels of the state must think that we are blind
Just open your eyes and you’ll see
The powers that be, trade lies and deceipt
What’s become of this society

You never miss the water till’ the well runs dry
You never realise what could have been
You never miss the water till’ the well runs dry
Its only in our minds that we our free

To our elders we don’t show the debt we all owe
Their values don’t seem to matter any more
Search in your soul in your heart you must know
This is not the way it’s meant to be

CHORUS – You never miss the water……….

Solo break

The wheels of the state must think that we are blind
Just open your eyes and you’ll see
Never receive the story as told
Its written in the sand for you and me

Last chorus

You want to be a Marine
(Music - Marsden. Lyrics - Marsden/Hudson)

So you think you want to wear the green beret
So you think you got what it takes
They've been our warriors since 1664
So you want to wear the green beret

They are the soldiers not only of the land
They are the soldiers of the sea
Prepared to fight and die, never fear to tread
They fight so others can be free

So you think you want to wear the green beret
So you think you got what it takes
Etched into The Rock their legacy
So you want to wear the green beret

CHORUS. . .You want to be a Marine...x 4

Your only seventeen, to me your just a child
But here's your courage shining through
Prepared to sacrifice like many have before
I hope the next Marine is you

I hope its you that wears the green beret
I hope you've got what it takes
Carrying the legacy etched into The Rock
So you want to wear the green beret

CHORUS. . .You want to be a Marine...x 4

So you want to wear the green beret....

Scarborough Fair (Trad. - Marsden)

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Remember me to one who lives there, She once was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Without any seam or fine needlework, And then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to find me an acre of land, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Between the sea-salt and the sea-sand, Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Then tie it all up with a peacock feather, For then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Where water ne'er sprung nor rain drop fell, Then she'll be a true love of mine.

When she has done and finished her work, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Then come to me for your cambric shirt, For then she'll be a true love of mine