Duty of Care

Boss number one, he’s on your case,
Boss number two, he just don’t like your face,
Boss number three, he knows,
He knows you can’t say no and so the workload grows and grows.
They don’t care anything about the place you’ve been.
They don’t care anything about the state you’re in.

And your mates can see but what can they do?
Yeah they can see the pressure piling up on you.
Head office say…
Well, head office say they need you back at work today, okay?
They don’t care anything about the place you’ve been.
They don’t care anything about the state you’re in.

Compassionate leave request refused,
But here’s some leaflets you can read if you’re confused.
Boss number four, he now wants more and more,
He’s put you down for Sundays, same pay as before.
Or there’s the door.
They don’t care anything about the place you’ve been.
They don’t care anything about the state you’re in.

Click here for a version recorded at home, January 2019

Shellshock

This one didn’t make it onto the Christmas album.

Shellshock
Shellshock

Sent back from the front to the children and me,
There’s a twitch around your mouth where your smile used to be.
Cramps and groans but no broken bones.
Oh my love.

Too haunted to speak and too angry to eat,
You’re clinging to the bed as I change the wet sheet.
Strange yelps and moans but no broken bones.
Oh my love.

Are they old friends that you stare at all night?
Or the enemy impaled, rising up for a fight?
So many unknowns but no broken bones.
Oh my love.

I must endure and pretend to be glad
For these daughters and this son who can’t fathom their dad.
Broken men, broken homes, but no broken bones.
Oh my love.

One summer’s day and you’re off to the shed.
Here’s to regimental pride! Seven swigs till you’re dead.
Lying cold as the stones but no broken bones.
Oh my love.

Click here for a version recorded at home, November 2018

Click here for a version read by Lytisha Tunbridge