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The Base
©2007 Gibbens/Weston

Did you ever go down to the base?
That was one wonderful place,
Tied up with wire and bursting with fire,
But it was only just there in case.

They cried out the chances are slimming
And there’s nobody here but us women
To stop them from striking a match
And starting the ending from scratch
And the eyes and the coaches came brimming.

Jane, Jewel, Jacqueline,
Judith and Julie, Janine,
Joy, Jenny, Juliet,
Jasmine and Janis, Georgette,
Jade and Joanna joined.

The police always acting like gents
Hauled them down off the fence,
Maybe broke a few arms but they meant no harm,
They were just trying to make you see sense.

When sons are turned against mothers
And daughters have turned against brothers,
It’s a funny old war you’ll admit,
In fact it stinks of money
Just like all of the others.

There’ll always be a Greenham
The old boys decided between ’em
So we’ll wipe off their tears and smiles
And bollocks to their womenly wiles.
They’re spoiling our view of the missiles.

Did you ever go down to the base
Where they stood off the beast face to face?
They got cursed, they got kicked, they got treated like shit
In the dirty old name of peace.

Oh yes they were right on the case,
On their marks for the human race.
They got kicked and cursed,
They surely got treated like dirt,
And they won in the name of peace.


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