Curfews And Cordons by Nat The Hammer published on 2022-05-13T10:28:41Z Here's a new song. It’s something of a companion piece to Cold Mornings (Will it ever Change) in that it’s both personal and political and touches on the War. It’s also similar in that it came out as a kind of stream of consciousness, with lots of words and I then shaped it. It’s strange as most of my recent songs have been short and less personal, but like "Cold Mornings" this one kind of just fell out. It feels very timely so I thought it'd be good to share it now Anyway here’s the lyrics and chords: Verse-C7/C/G/Asus2/A/Em/F/C/G/ Chorus- C/A#m7#5/F/C/G/F (Capo 4th fret but not high E string) Verse 1 There's curfews and cordons between territories We're not crossing borders, we're all telling stories To explain our behaviours, to our friends and our neighbours. They say they can't help everyone They're wrapped in green blankets, they're sleeping in basements Restricted entry, Visa applications Red tape demarcates the border lines A wellness day email at work had arrived Though your targets have increased and you're not sleeping at night Take care of yourself, allow yourself some time, just don't miss your deadlines Well, you just had to leave, something didn't feel right You're not saying they're racist but the senior managers are all white And there's sand from the Sahara still clinging to the lid of my recycling bin Chorus The Diplomat says "we're under attack" Negotiations broke down and there's no turning back What can we do? And we're all holding out for love Because where there's pain there's love Verse 2 The metal door slams at 6 every night They meet in the station, everybody out of sight. It's all curfews and cordons at least until the morning light Starvation is warfare, eating melting snow No vital supplies, nowhere left to go And away from the war it's still a battleground for many everyday You're one energy bill increase away from not making it back From an overdraft application at your local food bank Your prospects could grow if you live in the right post code So can you rely on those with the broadest shoulders? Who'll sympathise if you cry, though their shoulders are the coldest of all the shoulders you've ever had to cry upon. Chorus The Diplomat says "we're under attack" Negotiations have all fallen flat The Diplomat says "we're under attack" How diplomatic is it of him to say that? What can we do? And we're all holding out for love Because where there's pain there's love And we're all holding on for love Because where there's pain and suffering there's love Genre Folk & Singer-Songwriter