Will Varley Weddings And Wars Lyrics
Weddings And Wars by Will Varley
'Bang' goes the big bang in the darkness and thunder.
Adam and Eve were strands of bacteria.
Blind we crawled with the birds and the bees,
Few years on we climbed down from the trees,
And were standin' in Africa, lookin' at the sky
Saying 'why we're here? what happens when we die?'
We used god as a word for the things we can't see,
Now put on some clothes and let's wait for TV.
Well it doesn't take long to repainting caves,
Makin' some men kings and other men slaves,
Sayin' 'god is our reason, god is our leader,
God spoke to me and he told me to kill ya.'
We spread like a virus to every dark corner,
Greeks and romans are layin' down borders.
The slaves and the soldiers, the queens and the kings,
Wherever they were, they all used to say:
Birth, death, weddings and wars,
That's all we are good for.
If all of the past was played as a song,
Then our lifes are a beat of the drum.
Invading, enslaving, then trading the plunder,
Tobaco and opium, tea leaves and sugar.
Empires build with the bones of the slaughtered.
A pile of boots in return for your daughters and
Birth, death, weddings and wars,
Naissance, d'c's, mariage et guerre,
Above the same earth, beneath the same stars,
You can't hide the beast that we are.
Well by the dark ages we're gaining the guns,
Still fightin' over god and who's got the right one,
Still singin' and dancin', now we're paintin' on canvas,
Pasting the time with our sex and our violence.
The west gets rich and it strangles the earth,
Romeo and Juliet can't make it work.
Factorys, A-Bombs and Flying-Machines,
Finally someone invents the TV.
And it's birth, death, weddings and wars,
Naissance, d'c's, mariage et guerre,
Above the same earth, beneath the same stars,
You can't hide the beast that we are.
Instead of hunting now we go to Tescos,
Instead of talking now we wear headphones,
Instead of mountains we're heading for mars,
Instead of god we have credit cards.
And we're still here two thousand and somethin',
No peace, economy is crashing,
Still singin' and dancin' and looking at the sky, sayin'
'Why we're here? what happens when we die?'
Singing birth, death, weddings and wars,
That's all we're good for.
If all of the past was played as a song,
Then our lifes are a beat of the drum,
Then our lifes are a beat of the drum.
Adam and Eve were strands of bacteria.
Blind we crawled with the birds and the bees,
Few years on we climbed down from the trees,
And were standin' in Africa, lookin' at the sky
Saying 'why we're here? what happens when we die?'
We used god as a word for the things we can't see,
Now put on some clothes and let's wait for TV.
Well it doesn't take long to repainting caves,
Makin' some men kings and other men slaves,
Sayin' 'god is our reason, god is our leader,
God spoke to me and he told me to kill ya.'
We spread like a virus to every dark corner,
Greeks and romans are layin' down borders.
The slaves and the soldiers, the queens and the kings,
Wherever they were, they all used to say:
Birth, death, weddings and wars,
That's all we are good for.
If all of the past was played as a song,
Then our lifes are a beat of the drum.
Invading, enslaving, then trading the plunder,
Tobaco and opium, tea leaves and sugar.
Empires build with the bones of the slaughtered.
A pile of boots in return for your daughters and
Birth, death, weddings and wars,
Naissance, d'c's, mariage et guerre,
Above the same earth, beneath the same stars,
You can't hide the beast that we are.
Well by the dark ages we're gaining the guns,
Still fightin' over god and who's got the right one,
Still singin' and dancin', now we're paintin' on canvas,
Pasting the time with our sex and our violence.
The west gets rich and it strangles the earth,
Romeo and Juliet can't make it work.
Factorys, A-Bombs and Flying-Machines,
Finally someone invents the TV.
And it's birth, death, weddings and wars,
Naissance, d'c's, mariage et guerre,
Above the same earth, beneath the same stars,
You can't hide the beast that we are.
Instead of hunting now we go to Tescos,
Instead of talking now we wear headphones,
Instead of mountains we're heading for mars,
Instead of god we have credit cards.
And we're still here two thousand and somethin',
No peace, economy is crashing,
Still singin' and dancin' and looking at the sky, sayin'
'Why we're here? what happens when we die?'
Singing birth, death, weddings and wars,
That's all we're good for.
If all of the past was played as a song,
Then our lifes are a beat of the drum,
Then our lifes are a beat of the drum.