Our Lady Of The Campfires
Poetry Of The Deed, Frank Turner
Contributors
| Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Harmonica: | Frank Turner |
| Electric Guitar, Mandolin, Vocals: | Ben Lloyd |
| Bass: | Tarrant Anderson |
| Piano, Organ, Keyboard, Vocals: | Matt Nasir |
| Drums, Percussion, Vocals: | Nigel Powell |
Lyrics
Tonight is her night, and the city holds is breath, caught twixt life and death, as she rolls in from the suburbs, the garrison flees and the city will burn. Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight. London town trembles at the sight. Because tonight is her night. And the youth course through the streets to lay down at her feet, and she runs a regal eye to choose who lives and decide who dies. Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight. The fearful crowds part ways without a fight. Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight. London town trembles at the sight. She keeps her counsel, smiles when she speaks now, from ear to ear. She’s getting married, or so they tell me, when the spring is here. She hums a tune from a song she knows from warm summers past, a song that was sung by kids around campfires in the quiet southwest.
Upcoming Shows
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5.4.2024Liverpool, United KingdomJacaranda Baltic
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5.4.2024Sheffield, United KingdomThe Foundry Sheffield
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5.4.2024Chesterfield, United KingdomGASOLINE AMERICAN BAR
Artist Bio
Frank Turner
Singer-songwriter Frank Turner has had an extraordinary two-years in his native England. Heralded as "The people's prince of punk poetry" by the NME, he has …