Internal Exile
๐ต 1610 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:52 duration
๐ ID: 728005
๐ Lyrics
I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Gardens
Heading out west for the Lothian Road
An Evening News stuffed deep in his pocket
Wrapped up in his problems to keep away the cold
Grierson's spirit haunts the dockyards
Where the only men working are on
Documentary crews
Shooting film as the lines get longer
As the seams run out, as the oil runs dry
Hey there laddie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Starlings wheeling round Georgian spires
And the fires of Grangemouth burn the skies
A lion sleeps in a tenement close
In a country that's tired and deaf to his roar
Hey there laddie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
They bury a wasteland deep in the wilderness
Poison the soil and reap the harvest
Of blind indifference, greed and apathy
Sowed way back in our history
The fish are few the harbours empty
The keels now rot on our oil-slicked shores
The sheep are gone, the farms deserted
We're out of sight and we're out of mind
Hey there laddie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Like our fathers before us
We've eyes for America
Dream of a new life on foreign shores
But wherever we go, we'll always know
That the land we stand on is never our own
Hey there laddie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Heading out west for the Lothian Road
An Evening News stuffed deep in his pocket
Wrapped up in his problems to keep away the cold
Grierson's spirit haunts the dockyards
Where the only men working are on
Documentary crews
Shooting film as the lines get longer
As the seams run out, as the oil runs dry
Hey there laddie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Starlings wheeling round Georgian spires
And the fires of Grangemouth burn the skies
A lion sleeps in a tenement close
In a country that's tired and deaf to his roar
Hey there laddie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
They bury a wasteland deep in the wilderness
Poison the soil and reap the harvest
Of blind indifference, greed and apathy
Sowed way back in our history
The fish are few the harbours empty
The keels now rot on our oil-slicked shores
The sheep are gone, the farms deserted
We're out of sight and we're out of mind
Hey there laddie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Like our fathers before us
We've eyes for America
Dream of a new life on foreign shores
But wherever we go, we'll always know
That the land we stand on is never our own
Hey there laddie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.97] I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Gardens
[00:15.36] Heading out west for the Lothian Road
[00:18.40] An Evening News stuffed deep in his pocket
[00:21.53] Wrapped up in his problems to keep away the cold
[00:24.98] Grierson's spirit haunts the dockyards
[00:28.18] Where the only men working are on
[00:30.36] Documentary crews
[00:31.33] Shooting film as the lines get longer
[00:34.33] As the seams run out, as the oil runs dry
[00:37.24] Hey there laddie, Internal Exile
[00:40.77] When will you realise we've got to let go?
[00:43.66] Hey there lassie, Internal Exile
[00:47.20] When will you realise we've got to let go?
[01:02.58] Starlings wheeling round Georgian spires
[01:05.24] And the fires of Grangemouth burn the skies
[01:08.16] A lion sleeps in a tenement close
[01:11.30] In a country that's tired and deaf to his roar
[01:14.57] Hey there laddie, Internal Exile
[01:18.09] When will you realise we've got to let go?
[01:20.72] Hey there lassie, Internal Exile
[01:24.48] When will you realise we've got to let go?
[01:39.90] They bury a wasteland deep in the wilderness
[01:49.25] Poison the soil and reap the harvest
[01:51.95] Of blind indifference, greed and apathy
[01:55.15] Sowed way back in our history
[01:58.58] The fish are few the harbours empty
[02:01.57] The keels now rot on our oil-slicked shores
[02:04.44] The sheep are gone, the farms deserted
[02:07.68] We're out of sight and we're out of mind
[02:10.58] Hey there laddie, Internal Exile
[02:14.38] When will you realise we've got to let go?
[02:16.94] Hey there lassie, Internal Exile
[02:20.43] When will you realise we've got to let go?
[02:36.18] Like our fathers before us
[02:37.56] We've eyes for America
[02:38.82] Dream of a new life on foreign shores
[02:41.77] But wherever we go, we'll always know
[02:44.42] That the land we stand on is never our own
[02:47.96] Hey there laddie, Internal Exile
[02:51.60] When will you realise we've got to let go?
[02:54.37] Hey there lassie, Internal Exile
[02:58.04] When will you realise we've got to let go?
[03:35.47]
[00:15.36] Heading out west for the Lothian Road
[00:18.40] An Evening News stuffed deep in his pocket
[00:21.53] Wrapped up in his problems to keep away the cold
[00:24.98] Grierson's spirit haunts the dockyards
[00:28.18] Where the only men working are on
[00:30.36] Documentary crews
[00:31.33] Shooting film as the lines get longer
[00:34.33] As the seams run out, as the oil runs dry
[00:37.24] Hey there laddie, Internal Exile
[00:40.77] When will you realise we've got to let go?
[00:43.66] Hey there lassie, Internal Exile
[00:47.20] When will you realise we've got to let go?
[01:02.58] Starlings wheeling round Georgian spires
[01:05.24] And the fires of Grangemouth burn the skies
[01:08.16] A lion sleeps in a tenement close
[01:11.30] In a country that's tired and deaf to his roar
[01:14.57] Hey there laddie, Internal Exile
[01:18.09] When will you realise we've got to let go?
[01:20.72] Hey there lassie, Internal Exile
[01:24.48] When will you realise we've got to let go?
[01:39.90] They bury a wasteland deep in the wilderness
[01:49.25] Poison the soil and reap the harvest
[01:51.95] Of blind indifference, greed and apathy
[01:55.15] Sowed way back in our history
[01:58.58] The fish are few the harbours empty
[02:01.57] The keels now rot on our oil-slicked shores
[02:04.44] The sheep are gone, the farms deserted
[02:07.68] We're out of sight and we're out of mind
[02:10.58] Hey there laddie, Internal Exile
[02:14.38] When will you realise we've got to let go?
[02:16.94] Hey there lassie, Internal Exile
[02:20.43] When will you realise we've got to let go?
[02:36.18] Like our fathers before us
[02:37.56] We've eyes for America
[02:38.82] Dream of a new life on foreign shores
[02:41.77] But wherever we go, we'll always know
[02:44.42] That the land we stand on is never our own
[02:47.96] Hey there laddie, Internal Exile
[02:51.60] When will you realise we've got to let go?
[02:54.37] Hey there lassie, Internal Exile
[02:58.04] When will you realise we've got to let go?
[03:35.47]