Friday music: Mr. Larkin by State Radio

Direct link to the YouTube live version of this song. A softer version is available at eMusic.


Lyrics:
Mr. Larkin

I work in the kitchen
At an old folk's home
I do my best but I too am getting on
I do the dishes but lately I been dropping plates
See as I get older my hands are starting to shake

So Mr. Larkin
See I got to hold this job
Did you misspeak when you told me
She was all but gone
Mr. Larkin
Dock me my one week's pay
But don't ask me to leave
I can't afford that today

Ten years ago my wife took sick
So I brought her here
My job I quit
I started working for the home
So I could be by her everyday
We couldn't afford the cost in any other way
So

So Mr. Larkin see I
I know she know who I am
Every now and then she'll squeeze my hand
It's what I live for it's why she don't die
So Mr. Larkin won't you won't you give me this try

I walk to work on route 27
I see the same cars pass everyday
And through all this New England weather
You know never once have I been late

So Mr. Larkin see I
I know she know who I am
Every now and then she'll squeeze my hand
It's what I live for it's why she don't die
So Mr. Larkin won't you won't you give me this try

I see the argument you're makin'
And I understand you got to do your job
And believe me I know she's turning angel
But you see this woman is all I got

So Mr. Larkin see I
I know she know who I am
Every now and then she'll squeeze my hand
It's what I live for it's why she don't die
So Mr. Larkin won't you won't you give me this try
Won't you give me this try
Won't you give me this try


Okay, so the song "Mr. Larkin" is about nursing homes and staying near your loved one.

This is the State Radio song that I cannot get out of my head:

"Camilo" about the Iraq war. The live video version explains the song's origin.



Lyrics:

Woke him up with a barrel to his head
His eyes shut tight bracing for the blow
Resigning his life to the metal held
In another man's hand

Twenty days in a concrete fallout
What life have I to take your own
Oh my country won't you call out
Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones
And from another land's war torn corners
To a prison cell in my own
Punish me for not taking your orders
But don't lock me up for not leavin' my home

Your words just a bloody fallacy
A house of cards you painted white
You tried to recreate Normandy
But you made up the reason to fight
And now red oil is spillin' down on the street
And your eyes too big for the belly is weak
Will you not refuse this currency
Or is blood money just money to you
Is blood money just money to you

Twenty days in a concrete fallout
What life have to take your own
Oh my country won't you call out
Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones
From another land's war torn corners
To a prison cell in my own
Punish me for not taking your orders
But don't lock me up for not leavin' my home

Camilo
Camilo
Leavin' my home
Camilo