Moog wrote:
I hail from this dreary rock. What of it?
That calls for a musical journey. And here's topical for the election:
The time has come for action, leave your satisfaction!
Can't you hear St. George's tune? St. George's tune is calling you on,
Freedom was your mother, fight for one another,
Leave the factory, leave the forge and dance to the New St. George.
(and no, La Rotta is decidedly not English, but hey!)
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XVOxCqaHwRs[/youtube]
As someone said, like it or loathe it, we're all Maggie's children.
The state of England?
I wouldn't tell you if I didn't care.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZxG5p57ZW9s[/youtube]
Why is it, England, I feel like rubbish on your streets?
Why is it when I care, I feel incomplete?
I'm sure I recognise that
tower.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DO32zgE5Vg[/youtube]
As the miles they disappear, see land began to clear:
Free from the filth and the scum, this American satellite's won.
A McDonald's in every town?
Nice.

Just what we need.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uQMqsWsGtA[/youtube]
And everybody stares at a great big screen:
Overpaid soccer stars, prancing teens, Australian soap, American rap,
Estuary English, baseball caps?
And we learn to be ashamed before we walk of the way we look and the way we talk,
Without our stories or our songs, how will we know where we come from?
I've lost St. George in the Union Jack:
It's my flag too and I want it back.
(though sadly, despite the song being a big f*** off to the fascist muppets of the BNP, some of 'em are too thick to realise it...
I suppose it helps to know that the Afro-Celt Sound System (or whatever they're called) produced the song...

)
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P5h4PFBuzvw[/youtube]
But anyway, I don't quite agree, because:
England is not flag or Empire,
It is not money,
It is not blood,
It's limestone gorge and granite fell, it's Wealden clay and Severn mud,
It's blackbird singing from the may tree, lark ascending through the scales,
Robin watching from your spade and English earth beneath your nails.
I can't find Maggie Holland's version, but June Tabor ain't bad.
And the kicker:
Come all you at home with freedom, whatever the land that gave you birth:
There's room for you both root and branch, so long as you love the English earth.
Hehe, "roch the wind."

Quintessentially English.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=feNIAGjddns[/youtube]
And hey, if you've made it this far, you probably know this one already. Famously covered by BB, Dick Gaughan &c., but this from the man himself, after Winstanley:
Stand up for glory, stand up now!
Who
does remember Parson whatshisface? I can't even remember now and I just watched the clip five minute ago.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=594JpY2ahFg[/youtube]
You poor take courage,
You rich take care.
This Earth was made a common treasury for everyone to share,
All things in common,
All people one.
"We come in peace,"
The order came to cut them down.
Only the vision lingers on. But it's the heart of freedom. If there
is a spirit of Englishness, and if there
is an English people, that's where they - we - come from. The mongrels of Europe and the world.

And never mind the kings and queens and the history books full of the rich few.
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No one has gone missing or died.
The year is still young.