Marching Song

from Friday Night by Robert James

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“Anarchy out in the streets, I see it every night.” Mein Gott. I knew him barely three years ago. I was a celebrated singer and he, a struggling artist who couldn’t draw people. Empty landscapes. I laughed at him. I told him he wouldn’t amount to much if he couldn’t connect with the people. And now. A country brainwashed. My fatherland is tainted. I’m Aryan. Pure Aryan. Most of my friends are Jewish. My parents died when I was but a child. Nobody would care for me. I wandered around for days. An old Jewish man, Jakob, found me on the street. And took me in. One summer I nearly drowned. His son, Israel, saved my life. And now I hide. Because of my music I have become a pariah. Sing this. I could not. Denounce your friends. I could not.

Perhaps I should have seen things more clearly. Recognized the youth group I was asked to join for what it was. Evil. Hatred. Brown-shirted thugs. And that evil little man who can’t paint people. Sadly, he did at last find a way to connect. There is a thin ray of hope, however. I can be smuggled out by train. The last train out. It leaves tomorrow night. And I’m feeling good. In fact, I’m feeling lucky. Because there’s a boat. Waiting for me. After my train ride is finished. My friends will be aboard. We’re going to America. And so I cross my fingers. Say a prayer. It’s a make it or break it moment. There’s no turning back. I can’t stay here. I’m a target. Everywhere I turn. The brown-shirted thugs. The evil little man who can’t paint people. And there’s no room here for a singer who won’t sing marching songs. I close my eyes. Either way, Friday Night can’t come soon enough

lyrics

I may be standing still
Refuse to turn around
No one to the left
They’ve all gone underground
Anarchy out in the streets
I see it every night
Everybody’s marching on the right

Get goin’ …

I wore a different coat back in ’38
Jackboots and their uniforms
Came marchin’ through the gates
Street lamps shone on broken glass
Like crystal in the night
And everyone was marching on the right

Borrow the militia’s ammunition
Grab your rifles and grenades
I think you’d better hurry - I always start to worry
When the only ones with loaded guns
Are marching on parade …

Get goin’ … Cha …

Borrow the militia’s ammunition
Grab your rifles and grenades
I think you’d better hurry - I always start to worry
When the only ones with loaded guns
Are marching on parade …

I may be walking slow
Because I’m looking down
Trying to avoid the bodies on the ground
No FBI, no CIA and not a cop in sight
When everybody’s marching on the right

Anarchy out in the streets
I see it every night
Everybody’s marching on the right, yeah

Everybody’s marching on the right … (yep, a bunch of guys singing about marching …)

Lyrics & Music(c)2019 Robert James
Angry Lion Publishing SOCAN/ASCAP
A division of Horace Media 2019

credits

from Friday Night, released May 22, 2020
RJ: Lead Vocals & Electric Guitars
Astrid Ash: Bass Guitar
Rhett Black: Drums
Beaverdell Humes: Keyboards
Backing vocals courtesy of Candyland Glee
(RJ, Astrid, Beaverdell & occasional grunts and oohs from Rhett)

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Robert James Wetaskiwin, Alberta

We didn't get to test drive "Friday Night" the way we wanted to. Mr./Ms. Universe stepped in. 2020's Covid Cutie. "Sweet Tooth" is currently home to at least six tracks that will appear on our upcoming seventh release entitled "Piece Of Your Ghost". I'm currently close to release of two new singles for our "Or In Cyprus" collection. Just one release to date. Lonely soul ... needs pals. xoRJ ... more

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