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The Last Living Rose Lyrics
Goddam' Europeans! Take me back to beautiful England
And the grey, damp filthiness of ages and battered books
And fog rolling down behind the mountains
On the graveyards and dead sea captains
Let me walk through the stinking alleys
To the music of drunken beatings
Past the Thames River glistening like gold
Hastily sold for nothing, nothing
Let me watch night fall on the river
The moon rise up and turn to silver
The sky move, the ocean shimmer
The hedge shake, the last living rose quiver
And the grey, damp filthiness of ages and battered books
And fog rolling down behind the mountains
On the graveyards and dead sea captains
Let me walk through the stinking alleys
To the music of drunken beatings
Past the Thames River glistening like gold
Hastily sold for nothing, nothing
Let me watch night fall on the river
The moon rise up and turn to silver
The sky move, the ocean shimmer
The hedge shake, the last living rose quiver
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Harvey told NME that this hymn to England is, “A reflection on this country, seeing it up against other countries. I was very pleased with the words of that song because it does feel very picturesque, very filmic, in a way.”
Unlike almost all her other videos, which are made by her lifelong friend Maria Mochnacz, the video for this song (and all the other songs on the album) is by Seamus Murphy, a British photographer who has documented wars all over the world.
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Guitar
Saxophone
Trombone
Organ
Drums
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Recorded At
Eype Church - Dorset, United Kingdom
Release Date
February 14, 2011
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