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The Calling

by Harvey Springfield

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1.
The Calling 05:11
Can you hear our calling? Can you hear our claim? We have a new revolution here, right underneath your heads It's coming down from Iceland and it's reaching out to Spain It's rolling down from Wall Street and it's gonna crowd the squares Can you hear us begging? Can you hear us pray? Can you hear these peaceful crowds standing at your gate? But we ain't here to bribe no one, I hope you don't misunderstand And we don't carry no guns. These hands were made to work Let's stand up brothers And raise up your voices And send out our calling out to space Can you hear our calling? Can you hear our claim? It's all that you've been dreaming of since you were young and brave It's for the things we care about and we all know are worth It's nothing but what you and I agree is right and fair So hey, listen now, all you guys upstairs All those ties and manners ain't gonna make you stay 'cause what you seek is pointless, the ground up there ain't safe We've seen the highest towers collapse and fade away Let's stand up brothers And raise up your voices And send out our calling out to space Can you hear us calling? Can you hear us claim? We need a new constitution here ‘cause the one we had won't work But you better use your heart this time, your brains, your guts, your nerve And we ain't writing this on blood, this time we'll have to engrave Can you hear this calling? Can you hear this claim? Can you feel this flame inside? It's always been in there We ain't doing this for glory, we ain't doing this for fame We're doing this just for you and I and the ones who'll come ahead Let's stand up brothers And raise up your voices And send out our calling out to space Can you hear us calling? Can you hear us claim? It's what we've all been thinking of but couldn't find the words We're sending out this message now, I hope you'll join us on this train This time we’re gonna leave no one behind along the trail Can you hear? Can you hear? Can you hear? Can you hear? Can you hear? Can you hear? Can you hear? Can you hear the calling? The calling.
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There's a war on the streets ahead It's a game that you won't understand If you don't leave your weapons If you don't use your head If you stick to your values If you can't stand the pain So if you can't hear the calling Well you better stay away It's a war of man versus man There's a war on the streets ahead It's a fight with no blood to be shed No it won't bring us glory And it won't make us brave No care for the wounded No land to defend No praise for the valiant No sins to confess Just a war of man versus man It's just a game, just a game, but we don't need to play It's just a game, just a game, but we don't need to play It's just a game, it's just a game, but we don't need to play It's just a game, it's just a game, but we don't need to play There's a war on the streets Ain't no rules you can follow or break It's the same old shame and it's knocking you again No lesson, no moral, no deeds we can learn And you'll see no heroes on this big sick parade It's just a war of man versus man It's just a game, just a game, but we don't need to play It's just a game, just a game, but we don't need to play It's just a game, it's just a game, but we don't need to play It's just a game, it's just a game, but we don't need to play
3.
Jesus Christ is gone He’s drinking scotch in Paradise But you and I are here Down on this world of blame and dust Bring the crosses down, bring the crosses down, bring the crosses down Spread your love around Leave the roses on the ground Raise your spirit up Help yourself and don’t look back Bring the crosses down, bring the crosses down, bring the crosses down Bring the crosses down, down, down, down No one left to crucify Throw your hatred down, down, down, down Swallow your tears and dry your eyes Bring the crosses down, bring the crosses down, bring the crosses down Bring ‘em down, bring ‘em down, bring ‘em down Bring ‘em down, bring ‘em down, bring ‘em down Bring the crosses down, bring the crosses down Bring the crosses down Yeah how long do we have to strive in the name of one Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Bring the crosses down, bring the crosses down, bring the crosses down Bring the crosses down, down, down, down No one left to crucify Throw your hatred down, down, down, down Swallow your tears and dry your eyes Bring the crosses down, bring the crosses down Bring the crosses down, down, down, down, down Down, down, down Bring the crosses down, bring the crosses down Bring the crosses down, down, down, down, down Down, down, down
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I’m gonna help you feel distress oh yeah Whenever you see someone in pain oh yeah And you’re gonna learn to show respect oh yeah Whatever is the colour or the faith or the sex oh yeah You ain’t gonna say those words in vain You ain’t gonna say those words in vain ‘Cause you’re gonna face your inner self oh yeah Well I wanna see you run and sweat oh yeah Whenever our lives are under threat oh yeah And I wanna hear you bark like a dog oh yeah Whenever your tweets ain’t loud enough oh yeah And you ain’t gonna say those words in vain You ain’t gonna say those words in vain ‘Cause you’re gonna face your inner self oh yeah Well every book you set on fire and every lesson you decline You’ll miss them each and every one the day you face your inner self yeah They’re gonna make you beg for food oh yeah When all your maids are gone for good oh yeah And you’re gonna learn to supplicate oh yeah When you get trapped inside your wall oh yeah And you ain’t gonna say those words in vain You ain’t gonna say those words in vain ‘Cause you’re gonna face your inner self oh yeah Now you’re gonna learn to shut the fuck up yeah
5.
I’m stuck inside a loop I can’t get out It goes on and on forever ‘til you learn it by heart And it don’t make no sense when you pull it apart There’s one to make you fall in love and one to make you cry There’s one to make you sell yourself and one to make you buy And it don’t make no sense when you pull it apart So keep it goin’, get on with it and never look back I’m stuck inside a loop, I’m stuck inside a loop I’m stuck inside a loop, I’m stuck inside a loop I’m stuck inside a loop, I’m stuck inside a loop I’m stuck inside a loop I can’t get out And this earworm digs so deep inside It bangs my head all day and all night Can someone turn it down before I end up losing my mind They save it in a box and they make it multiply There’s no need for a sideman and there’s no room for a band But it don’t make no sense when you pull it apart So keep it goin’, get on with it and never look back I’m stuck inside a loop, I’m stuck inside a loop I’m stuck inside a loop, I’m stuck inside a loop I’m stuck inside a loop, I’m stuck inside a loop I’m stuck inside a loop I can’t get out You taste it, you chew it and swallow it down You sing it, you dance it and throw it to the thrash No it don’t make no sense when you pull it apart I’m stuffed inside a train just like a sardine And all the band can play is “When The Saints Go Marching In” Well it don’t make no sense when you put it apart So keep it goin’, get on with it and never look back I’m stuck inside a loop, I’m stuck inside a loop I’m stuck inside a loop, I’m stuck inside a loop I’m stuck inside a loop, I’m stuck inside a loop I’m stuck inside a loop I can’t get out
6.
After all we’ve been through I think I’m ready once more I’m ready once more. Are you? I’ve seen the walls come down out on the streets of Berlin I’ve seen people cry war and then beg for peace I’ve seen no storm up above that never ever ever went by So if we came this far with just a rock and a spike Why don’t we take a step yonder and make a bridge to get closer We’ll go stone by stone We’ll make it all the way We’ll make it all the way We’ll make it all the way until it’s done After all we’ve been through I think I’m ready once more I’m ready once more. Are you? After all we’ve been through I think I’m ready once more I’m ready once more. Are you? We’re ready to be hungry and we’re ready to be poor We’ll make it though the winter ‘cause we’re tougher than you Let’s let the past remain where it must be There’s a place for those who don’t belong nowhere We’re ready to be hungry and we’re ready to be cold We’ll make it though the winter ‘cause we’re tougher than you Let’s let the past remain where it must be There’s a place for those who don’t belong nowhere And at the break of dusk when I’m about to throw the towel I feel the evening breeze soothe me as the wild horses get tired I feel the strength coming back And hold on to it tight, and hold on to it tight, and hold on to it tight until I’m back After all we’ve been through I think I’m ready once more I’m ready once more. Are you? After all we’ve been through I think I’m ready once more I’m ready once more. Are you?
7.
My bags are packed and waiting by the door There’s still some time to go out for one more The crowd was heard and there’s no turning back It’s gonna be hard and long goodbye I’ll miss the lights, the smells and different sounds I oughta escape before they lock us in But I’m gonna stay until they kick us out For forty days and forty nights I’ve roamed Looking for a place I can call home I’ve been to Rome I’ve been to Timbuktu None of that was worth the sight of you I’ll miss the lights, the smells and different sounds I oughta escape before they lock us in But I’m gonna stay until they kick us out I’ll miss the Italian haven at Portobello Arcade The Irish fiddlers at The Ship on a Tuesday after work The bohemian flair at Jamboree and at the Troubadour I’ll miss those things and a hundred more I’ll miss the rush of blood and random thrill When you spot a face you’ve never seen before When you feel a click you’ve never felt before
8.
Row 02:26
It’s getting cold aboard this boat And we’ve been sailing for way too long The catch is gone, there ain’t no hope And all we want is to get back home We can pray for the wind to blow We could be waiting for another month Now all we gotta do is row, row, row If we all row hard we can get home in time before winter We’ve seen it all. We know the score And all the bets are now ten to one The captain’s wrong, his mate is drunk Only the crew are now left to trust We can pray for the wind to blow We could be waiting for another month Now all we gotta do is row, row, row If we all row hard we can get home in time before winter
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Here’s to the folks who face the shame While we just sit down and clap our hands Cheers for the ones who still believe That the long way around is the way to go Raise your voices for the heroes who risked their own to make us safe Raise your voices for your own sake Raise your voices high and bold Here’s to the folks who shut their mouth When they ain’t got nothing nice to say Cheers for the ones with open ears who put the bloody phone away Raise your voices for the heroes who risked their own to make us safe Raise your voices for your own sake Raise your voices high and bold Shout with me while we’re alive and there’s some nerve running through our veins Fill your chest with some hope and faith and a spirit you’ll never taste again Stay your ground, dig deep inside, there’s something running down in the well So hold your breath, let it go and raise your voices high and bold Raise your voices Raise your voices Raise your voices now Raise your voices Raise your voices Raise your voices now
10.
It was back in the winter of 2002, when the ship was wrecked and she broke in two. Prestige was named but it meant no good, just to ruin this land and cause our doom. The fishermen stared at the coming threat, and refused to wait for the government’s help. There wasn't time for yapping it was time to work. They picked some skimmers and sailed out the bay. The blood of the land, the blood of the land is killing for a price nobody wants to pay. There’s oil on the water and all on my hands. We're going to a war for the blood of the land. Well the authorities said everything was ok. “There ain't no spill, there's no such a thing”. They took days off, they just fled inland. For hunting and fishing the President failed. But many a friend came to lend a hand, to clean the shore, to fight the pest. They brought some nerve to this land of dead. Most were welcome but some were spurned. The blood of the land, the blood of the land is killing for a price nobody wants to pay. There’s oil on the water and all on my hands. We're going to a war for the blood of the land. Well the TV said “there's nothing to dread” and the Army came to spray some sand. They took some pictures up from the air to prove it looked perfect and the cleaning should end. The blood of the land, the blood of the land is killing for a price nobody wants to pay. There’s oil on the water and all on my hands. We're going to a war for the blood of the land. But the blood of the land is counting its days. This wasting and spoiling will come to an end. There'll be no fumes in the air we take but 'neath the surface a void will stay. The blood of the land, the blood of the land is killing for a price nobody wants to pay. There’s oil on the water and all on my hands. We're going to a war for the blood of the land.

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The Calling is Harvey Springfield's third album. A Folk-Punk manifesto which exposes the decay of Democratic values taken over by individualism, bigotry, divisive politics and liberal economics. It's also a celebration of comradeship with pounding drums, raging guitars, traditional instruments and chanting galore. Rather than mellowing down with age, Harvey's sound and lyrics become edgier without losing the roots, just like Neil Young did in the late 70s with Crazy Horse. He brings out new influences such as Punk-Rock (Willie Nile, Green Day), Cowpunk (The Gaslight Anthem, Social Distortion), Celtic-Punk (Dropkick Murphys, Flogging Molly) and Folk-Punk (Skinny Lister, The Pogues).

The album cover, based on an original photograph by journalist Bartosz Brzeziński during the Occupy Chicago demos in 2011, sets the tone for the title track. "Man Versus Man" sounds like a punked-up Protest song written by Bob Dylan or Woody Guthrie. "Bring The Crosses Down" questions how the Catholic Church has ill-used the crucifixion of Jesus as an excuse for oppression. "Your Inner Self" is a storming Cowpunk belter which explicitly shuts down any racist and sexist statements in the political arena. "Stuck Inside a Loop" satirises the monotony and payola practices of the Top 40 with sarcastic lyrics and a Ska vibe. The uplifting "Ready Once More" is an ode to resilience which contrasts with the farewell feeling of "Until They Kick Us Out", an anthemic crescendo about expats, gentrification and the boomerang effects of Brexit. "Row" calls to action down in the galley with a cheerful folky spirit before "Raise Your Voices" demands our unconditional commitment with a live show energy. "Blood of the Land" opens up with a swinging guitar riff to tell us the real story of an oil spill disaster that happened four months before the 2003 Invasion of Iraq.

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released September 28, 2018

Produced by Harvey Springfield

Tracks 1-10 written by Harvey Springfield.

Cover illustration by Harvey Springfield, based on original photograph by Bartosz Brzeziński.
Original photograph licensed under Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International (CC BY 4.0). Available online at www.flickr.com/photos/bartosz/6308466384/

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Harvey Springfield’s sixth solo album “Dark Sides”, comes out on Friday 1st March 2024, only four months after his fifth outing “Sick Sick World”. The new album explores the blind spots of the human psyche.

The digital album will be available for pre-order on Apple Music on February 2nd. You can pre-save it on Spotify now at show.co/e5ZvRMB
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