( -0241 ) Don't Forget Your Promises - Here We Have 2 People Who've Been At High Levels Making Substantial Claims - There Are Certainly Reasons Not To Trust Them - But Maybe Its Worth Something Anyway?

Our Founding Fathers Did Not Want A Democracy - No One Can Enslave Faster Than a Majority Over a Minority. Restore The Republic.

Performance by Marillion (1983) of "Forgotten Sons"
In this strange compilation video, in addition to that musical statement (see the lyrics below) a pair of purported Insiders are claiming or alleging some interesting things involving the restoration of Peace and Freedom, and the undoing of corruption. I do not condone or confirm views expressed on this channel. I place this as a record for you in case you're so inclined or curious to examine the contents.

"Forgotten Sons" by Marillion

Armalite, street lights, nightsights
Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter
Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you
For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores
Boys baptised in wars
Morphine, chill scream, bad dream
Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags
Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen
Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep
The wounds that burn so deep

Your mother sits on the edge of the world
when the cameras start to roll
Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold
Your father drains another beer, he's one of the few that cares
Crawling behind a Saracen's hull from the safety of his living room chair
Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons

And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour
I must fear evil, for I am but mortal and mortals can only die
Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers
That stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall

Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation
in the guarded bureaucratic wombs

Minister, minister care for your children, order them not into damnation
To eliminate those who would trespass against you
For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory forever and ever, Amen
Halt who goes there, Death, approach friend

You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle
When your children's stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist's smile
The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell
Forgotten Sons

From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash
But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash
On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier, count the cost
For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous

Forgotten sons, forgotten sons
Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child
Just another Forgotten Son

[In an interview entitled Fishy Tales published in Melody Maker 27 Nov 1982 Fish said, "Northern Ireland didn't mean a shit to me - that's the same for most people in this country nowadays - but when my cousin went across there for a while, we'd watch the news on TV every night, expecting things like blood to come pouring through the screen, expecting to hear so-and-so had been shot!

"Then, when I went to Aylesbury, I was working in the employment office, and a lot of blokes would come in saying, 'I'm only actually signing on for two months because I'm joining the army soon and going on my first training stint.

"And I'd say, 'Why have you joined?' and they'd say, 'Because there's nothing else to do, we cannae get a job and it's a job innit?'

"And I ended up actually arguing with these blokes over the counter, saying, 'You're crazy! Think what you're getting yourselves into', and from that my ideas for Forgotten Sons evolved." - Fish]