Quote/Poem Song banned by BBC Radio

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Jul 11, 2004
By: Harvey Andrews

Harvey wrote this song and when the record was made it was banned by the BBC for being to political yet it was okay for them to play Irish rebel songs.


In a station in the city, a British soldier stood
Talking to the people there, if the people would
Some just stared in hatred and others turned in pain
And the lonely British soldier, wished he was back home again

'Come join the British Army' said the posters in his town
'See the world and have your fun, come serve before the Crown'
The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the dole
So he took his country's shilling and enlisted on the roll

For there was no fear of fighting, the Empire long was lost
Just ten years in the army, getting paid for being bossed
Then leave a man experienced, a man who's made the grade
A medal and a pension, some memories and a trade

Then came the call to Ireland as the call has come before
Another bloody chapter in an endless Civil War
The priests they stood on both sides, the priests they stood behind
Another fight in Jesus' name, the blind against the blind

The soldier stood between them, between the whistling stones
And then the broken bottles, that led to broken bones
The petrol bombs that burned his hand, the nails that pierced his skin
And wished that he had stayed at home surrounded by his kin

The station filled with people, the soldier soon was bored
But better in the station than where the people warred
The room filled up with mothers, with daughters and with sons
Who stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his guns

A yell of fear, a screech of brakes, a shattering of glass
The window of the station broke to let the package pass
The scream came from the mothers as they ran toward the door
Dragging children crying from the bomb upon the floor

The soldier stood and could not move, his gun he could not use
He knew the bomb had seconds left, not minutes on the fuse
He could not run to pick it up and throw it on the street
There were far too many people there, too many running feet.
'Take cover' yelled the soldier, 'take cover for your lives'
And the Irishmen threw down their young and stood before their wives
They turned toward the soldier, their eyes alive with fear
'For God's sake, save our children or they'll end their short lives here'

The soldier moved towards the bomb, his stomach like a stone
'Why was this his battle, God, why was he alone?'
He lay down on the package and he murmured one farewell
To those at home in England, to those he loved so well

He saw the sights of summer, felt the wind upon his brow
The young girls in the city park, how precious were they now
The soaring of the swallow, the beauty of the swan
The music of the turning earth, so soon it would be gone
The muffled soft explosion and the room began to quake
The soldier blown across the floor, his blood a crimson lake
They never heard him cry or shout, they never heard him moan
And they turned their children's' faces from the blood and from the bone

The crowds outside soon gathered, and the ambulances came
To carry off the body of a pawn lost to the game
And the crowd they clapped and jeered, and they sang their rebel songs
One soldier less to interfere where he did not belong

And will the children growing up, learn at their mothers knee
The story of the soldier who bought their liberty
Who used his youthful body as the means towards the end
Who gave his life to those, who called him 'murderer' not 'friend'
I remember the lyrics to this song well, but the tune evades me.
typical of the BBC to ban something that speaks so much truth...
I remember hearin this when I was young, my Mum and Dad had the record, I cant seem to place it but as you I too forget the tune, I just remember it was something at that stage I had no understanding of but it still made me cry. Its a shame people forget the way things happened here over the years.
Soldier song

I have the album with that song on....I would be more than happy to do copies to cassettes (unfortunately I cant burn to CD cos I am techno biff) for anyone who would like one.
I remember the lyrics to this song well, but the tune evades me.
typical of the BBC to ban something that speaks so much truth...

The beep would have banned Kipling too.

" I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o'beer,
The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:"
If you want the song click the link below and save the item.


Its in M4a format when its finished downloading right click on it and select play in windows Media player.

If you cannot get it to work let me know by PM and ill send it to you in MP3 fomat.
Thanks Droney, I had the record years ago but never knew what happened to it. Always thought one of my children took it.
Bob, according to the British government Northern Ireland was never a war zone, it wasn’t even terrorism. The whole issue according to them was a political debate. The troops where only there to help the police with their duties, therefore they could not have war songs going about.

Thought the song is based on fact and the government control the money for the BBC, I believe that it was the government and not the BBC who had the record banned.

Another example of the difference between a politicians and a soldiers definition of war. I think it safe to say, politicians start wars and soldiers fight them, therefore the correct definition belongs to those who reside in cemeteries, casualties of those who fail to acknowledge what they start. A feeble attempt to ban a song can't change what already exists. Just ask those brave souls that stay young forever, what their definition of war was.
Semper Fi
I remember this song, and I remember the story, one I'll never forget. sal;
Just listened to the song, very moving. Thanks for the link, Droney.
NORTHERN IRELAND ISN'T A WARZONE???? What is it then, Disneyland?

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