Inspired by a photo taken by Tom Pilston
Welcome. These are working tapes of songs I've written and recorded.
Lyrics
Sarajevo
Andy Pearce © 2008
This civilised world. This daily graft.
We live our lives on a paper raft.
A small wave and we’re shaken.
Gust of wind we all fall down.
We pick ourselves up then
Build it all again,
and carry on.
I’ll show you a photo I found in a book,
Three women in a row in Sarajevo
hiding from war.
Someone walking in the rain, and its happening again,
as the world looks on.
From somewhere very high a sniper breaks the sky…
Father, mother, husband, brother, son?
She covers her mouth, words will not come.
She looks away from everyone,
and there’s a weary sadness.
Was it really so long ago?
It’s here in black and white,
how to put it right,
well, I don’t know.
She lifts up her eyes, but her tears are all cried.
There’s roses in the streets where the people have died.
Only memories alive.
Shadows’ growing long, as another wrong is wrong’d,
as the world stands still.
In Sarajevo town,
(three women on a bench)
In Sarajevo town,
(see them here, they were friends in fear)
In Sarajevo town,
(Sa-re-je-vo)
They’ll find another way
(to a better day)
(When the wicked and the dead
are buried long enough, who knows?)
We may never know why.
We’ll pick ourselves up, then
build it all again
and carry on.
