PJ Harvey - Hanging In The Wire

Walker sees the mist rise

over a no-man’s-land.

He sees in front of him

a smashed up waste-ground.

There are no fields or trees.

No blades of grass.

Just unburied ghosts

hanging in the wire.

Walker’s in the wire,

limbs pointing upwards.

There are no birds singing

The White Cliffs of Dover.

There are no trees to sing from.

He cannot hear the wind.

Far off, a symphony.

Do you hear the guns beginning?

James Walker’s in the mist rising

over no-man’s-land,

in the battered waste-ground,

the big guns firing.

PJ Harvey - In the Dark Places

We got up early,

washed our faces,

walked the fields

and put up crosses.

Passed through

the damned mountains,

went hellwards,

and some of us returned,

and some of us did not.

In the fields and in the forests,

under the moon and under the sun

another summer has passed before us,

and not one man has,

not one woman has revealed

the secrets of this world.

So our young men hid

with guns, in the dirt

and in the dark places.

PJ Harvey - The Last Living Rose

Goddamn' Europeans!
Take me back to beautiful England
and the grey, damp filthiness of ages,
fog rolling down behind the mountains,
and on the graveyards, and dead sea-captains.

Let me walk through the stinking alleys
to the music of drunken beatings,
past the Thames River, glistening like gold
hastily sold for nothing.

Let me watch night fall on the river,
the moon rise up and turn to silver,
the sky move,
the ocean shimmer,
the hedge shake,
the last living rose quiver.

PJ Harvey - The Colour of the Earth

Louis was my dearest friend
Fighting in the Anzac trench
Louis ran forward from the line
I never saw him again

Later in the dark
I thought I heard Louis' voice
Calling for his mother, then me
But I couldn't get to him

He's still up on that hill
Twenty years on that hill
Nothing more than a pile of bones
But I think of him still

If I was asked I'd tell
The colour of the earth that day
It was dull and browny-red
"The colour of blood", I'd say