David Anderson

David Anderson

BandJazzAcoustic

acoustic music mainly focusing on lyrics for all types of genre

Biography

I have been a vocalist in rock, jazz and blues bands since the 1960s. My influences are steely Dan, Dylan, Eagles, Chicago to Blood Sweat and Tears, Chet Baker to Ella, Doobies to Warren Zevon with Beethoven and a little Debussey!

Lyrics

The Blue and the Grey

Written By: David Anderson

The Blue and the Grey Am © David Anderson 2005

As the Blue and the Grey lay dead on the field, their poor morbid
flesh would no longer yield.
While the glory was promised, but it never came, now the bodies are
buried and some with no name
And those that were able marched ragged and torn towards heaven or hell through the night to the dawn
While others lay dying unable to fight, now it matters not who was wrong or was right
Is it better to perish in a charge from the hill, or to die in the mud, down in Andersonville?

Now the cannons lay silent as young Billy Jones looks at his torn tunic and his bloody bones
And the doctor who raises a saw in his hand knows that Billy won’t walk now on his Memphis land
As the preacher commences a prayer by the door, he wonders to God what the fighting was for
Back at home Billy’s Jenny receives a brief note, from poor Billy, he’s saying ‘I’ll be home on the boat’
But a chill rises through her and the tears fill her eyes at the moment her Billy cries out and then dies

Chorus
As the Blue and the Grey lay dead on the field, their poor morbid flesh would no longer yield.
While the glory was promised, but it never came, now the bodies are buried and some with no name

Would these brothers fight so if left to their own? Or would they find civil ways in which to atone?
Does it really much matter which tunic you wear, or the way that you speak, or the cut of your hair?
Your religion or notions or what you are worth, are these so important in your place on Earth?
When you’re marching to battle with your passionate dreams, unaware of the reasons and political schemes
As your charging for glory and the right of the Corp, it’s the weapons that choose that you’ll fight no more

Now the buttons and bayonets have all turned to rust. And the bones of the sons have all turned to dust
And Billy’s great grandson and his son and more are obeying their orders and march off to war
In a different tunic, no better nor worse, but still they must suffer the pain and the curse
Of their leader’s involvement in other’s affairs who then send off our children as they count their shares
And profits and prestige and then look so smug, while we send off our Billy’s with a kiss and a hug

* Why must they leave home, why can’t they just stay. But we know they must fight – like the Blue and the Grey.

Repeat Chorus and *

© Copyright 2005 David Anderson

Discography

none as yet

Set List

At the moment I am solo and working on my songs which number about 40. I also do some covers but after a lifetime of this I wish to focus on original music