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There's A Bar At the End of the World

by Jess Silk

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There’s a bar at the end of the world where we’ll meet when it’s over There’s a light at the end of the tunnel you’re heading towards Know that every week passed means that you are another week closer To when you’ll sing and you’ll dance and you’ll laugh and you’ll smile like before For now that door has been closed and you’re left all alone with your feelings You’ve got time to get back on track but you’ve never known how I can offer a song if it helps in the fight with your demons Well, I know it’s not much but it’s all that I’m good for right now And if you just hold on then I’ll try and help figure it out With the same four chords and this knackered guitar With a pint in my hand and a seat at the bar I’ll be waiting when you get there With these open arms and a seat by my side With a hand you can hold and a safe place to hide I’ll be waiting when you get there There’s a bar at the end of the world where we’ll meet when it’s over There’s a scratched up old record that plays the same line on repeat And it’s hard to keep fighting the pull though you don’t want to go there As you slowly get dragged back on to that same old dead end street There’s a hand in the dark that’ll guide you if only you take it Some wise words to be heard even over the roar of the crowd I can offer a song if it helps you believe you can make it Well, I know it’s not much but it’s all that I’m good for right now With the same four chords and this knackered guitar With a pint in my hand and a seat at the bar I’ll be waiting when you get there With these open arms and a seat by my side With a hand you can hold and a safe place to hide I’ll be waiting when you get there If you need me to be There’s a bar at the end of the world where we’ll meet when it’s over
2.
I’ve been staring at my phone for six weeks There are people at home pulling out their teeth The president suggests injecting bleach It’s all got a little weird Assault rifles go storming city hall Demanding returned freedom for us all But who exactly took it they’re not sure It’s all got a little peculiar Please can somebody explain Why the whole goddamn world has gone insane The expert’s voice can’t quite break through the din This is not a competition we can win The queen of England’s singing Vera Lynn It’s all got a little odd It seems like half the planet is aflame A virus spreads that cannot be contained The AI really wants to know my name It’s all got a little Orwellian Please can somebody explain Why the whole goddamn world has gone insane The figures crawl across the TV screen Yet no one really knows what they mean Don’t talk to strangers, keep your hands clean It’s all got a little strange The numbers on the count keep ticking up Yet there are people who still do not give a They say, I’m alright, I’ll keep chancing my luck I’d like to say that it is worse than I expected But it’s really not Please can somebody explain Why the whole goddamn world has gone insane I think that something’s gone wrong with our brains ‘Cause the whole goddamn world has gone insane
3.
He walked as if upon a breeze A guy with a hood and a scythe He said, won’t you take a walk with me She said, I’m sorry but I’m busy tonight He grinned and shook his head I’m in the business of setting souls free She said, I’d really love a break But I’ve a lot of people counting on me She got behind the wheel And he took the passenger seat Showed her an hourglass As she pulled the car out on to the street He said, why not stay home tonight It seems your time is getting pretty near She grinned and shook her head I’m in the business of keeping souls here They talked a while to pass the time As she drove back to the hospital ward She saw the grains of sand But she didn’t bother watching them fall They walked together to the doors But she held her arm out blocking his way Forgive me being rude But you’re not welcome in here today He stood back stunned and sadly said But you know it’s just a matter of time She said, I’ll stand here ‘til I can’t And while I’m stood here you’re not crossing that line Why not stay home tonight I think that you deserve a day off He said, I think you might be right But I’ll have to have a word with my boss So he took his scythe and turned to leave But looked back again to where he still stood He offered a cold, white hand And he smiled at her from under his hood He said farewell for now I’ll inevitably be back here soon She grinned and shook his hand And I’ll be stood here waiting for you
4.
There’s a cold wind blowing over the wide Atlantic ocean And Liberty has fallen to her knees The promises ring hollow, the joy replaced with sorrow A target for the bullets on the breeze In a land built on a charter another unintended martyr A rally cry to those who have a dream A those sworn to protect us, with helmets, shields and vests on Go marching as an army through the streets In a country not so free as it might seem Fighting for survival as he stands there with his bible A mockery of all he represents People lie there bleeding with others lost to grieving And all paying that price for their dissent Ask Liberty what liberation meant Now there’s blood in the streets as once again the tale repeats Another generation taking up the fight All standing up against the lying and corrupt Against that rotten core wrapped up in stars and stripes Rubber bullets flying and blinded children crying And cops dressed for a warzone in the streets With battens, tanks and boots and a power to abuse They’re still trying to keep the people on their knees As they cry out from the ground that they can’t breathe Now there’s blood in the streets as once again the tale repeats Another generation taking up the fight All standing up against the lying and corrupt Against that rotten core wrapped up in stars and stripes And I know I’ll never see it through your eyes And I’m sorry that it’s taken so much time But you lead the way and I’ll be stood there by your side Against that rotten core wrapped up in stars and stripes
5.
The theatres are burning And that fire’s raging out of control But we watch as the puppets just ignore it But there’s a flame burning deep in our souls And we won’t let it go This stage is going under So we\ll have to build it anew Cause we’ve learned how to breathe underwater Because that’s what they forced us to do When they chose us to lose But we can’t choose Because this is our church and a church is wherever you build it You don’t need a stage Not a preacher, a pulpit, just people to dance to the music A place to feel safe See the pillars crumble And the archways cave under the weight But the cornerstones wait in the rubble And from there we’ll start building again When we know that it’s safe The winds of change are blowing But they’re not gonna blow this house down Cause we’re stronger than them and they know it We might get lost in the roar of the crows But what’s lost will be found So stand your ground Because this is our church and a church is wherever you build it You don’t need a stage Not a preacher, a pulpit, just people to dance to the music A place to feel safe Let the music play They put little value on the artist and the actor And if we should speak against them they pretend that we don’t matter to the world And all through school we’re told to look up to the lawyer Look down on the busker and they demonise to make their message heard Just look at history, you can’t kill creativity But they will try to shape it in a way that makes us all turn out the same But we’re not robots and we need these places Just to keep us sane Because this is our church and a church is wherever you build it You don’t need a stage Not a preacher, a pulpit, just people to dance to the music A place to feel safe Because this is our church and a church is wherever you build it You don’t need a stage Not a preacher, a pulpit, just people to dance to the music A place to feel safe Let the music play
6.
Dark Days 04:33
It’s the same four chords again But that’s okay if the words mean something real You’re back at your wits end Another day where you need words that you can feel And it’s hard to know which way to go To learn to trust the ones who know And it’s easy to get lost in all the noise It’s the same old thing day after day When all you want’s a world away And it’s easy when you have to make that choice It’s the same four walls again It’s not okay but it might be tomorrow No postcards left to send Another day with a plan laid out to follow And it’s hard to care for what’s out there When they’re running ‘round os unaware And it’s easy to get lost in all the noise It’s the same old fight day after day When all you want’s a world away And it’s easy when you have to make that choice So just tell the world to wait And hide yourself away But even on those dark days Know it’s all subject to change And it’ll be okay If only you have faith Cause even on those dark days Know the sun will rise again You hide behind that door And that’s allowed but you don’t want to stay there The chains screwed to the floor They weigh you down and it’s getting too much to bear But it’s hard to leave it all behind When it’s all that’s taking up your mind And it’s easy to get lost in all the noise It’s the same old fight day after day When all you want seems a world away And it’s easy when you have to make that choice So just tell the world to wait And hide yourself away But even on those dark days Know it’s all subject to change And it’ll be okay If only you have faith Cause even on those dark days Know the sun will rise again So just tell the world to wait So just tell the world to wait And hide yourself away But even on those dark days Know it’s all subject to change And it’ll be okay If only you have faith Cause even on those dark days Know the sun will rise again So just tell the world to wait

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released September 4, 2020

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Jess Silk Dudley, UK

Jess Silk is a guitarist, singer and songwriter from the Black Country. Her shouty but melodic brand of folk/punk music often has her being likened to a female Frank Turner or Billy Bragg, and it gets people sitting up and listening. Armed only with an increasingly sticker-covered acoustic guitar and a distinctive, gravely voice that many don’t expect, Jess plays to audiences up and down the UK. ... more

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