Fish:Internal Exile

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“Internal Exile”
Artist: Fish
Albums: Internal Exile (1991)
Yang (1995)
Kettle of Fish (88-98) (1998)

I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Gardens
Heading out west for the Lothian Road
An Evening News stuffed deep in his pocket
Wrapped up in his problems to keep away the cold
Grierson's spirit haunts the dockyards
The only men working
Documentary crews
Shooting film as the lines get longer
As the seams run out
As the oil runs dry

Hey there laddie, internal exile
When will you see that you're gonna let go?
Hey there lassie, internal exile
When will you realise you've got to let go?

Starlings wheeling Georgian spires
And the fires of Grangemouth burn the skies
A lion sleeps in a tenement close
In a country that's tired and deaf to his roar

Hey there laddie, internal exile
When will you see that we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, internal exile
When will you realise you've got to let go?

You've got to go now
Won't you please let go now

They build a wasteland deep in the wilderness
Poison the soil and reap the harvest
Of blind indifference, greed and apathy
Sowed way back in our history
The fish are few and the harbours are empty
The keels now rot on our oil slicked shores
The sheep are gone, the farms deserted
It's out of sight and we're out of mind

Hey there laddie, internal exile
When will you see that we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, internal exile
When will you realise you've got to let go?

We're gonna go now
We're gonna go now

Like our fathers before us
We've eyes for America
Dream of a new life on foreign shores
Wherever we go, we'll always know
That the land we stand on, is never our own

Hey there laddie, internal exile
When will you see that we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, internal exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?

Well internal exile
You're gonna let go
Well internal exile
We're gonna let go
Gonna let go

You got to go now
Won't you please let us go now

Hey internal exile
Internal exile
Please let go

1989 Recording (Yang)

I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Gardens
Heading out west for the Lothian Road
An Evening News stuffed deep in his pocket
Wrapped up in his problems to keep away the cold
Grierson's spirit haunts the dockyards
The only men working are documentary crews
Shooting film as the lines get longer
As the seams run out
As the oil runs dry

Hey there laddie, internal exile
When will you see that it's time to go?
Hey there lassie, internal exile
When will you realise you've got to let go?

Yow
Hey
Gotta go

Starlings wheeling Georgian spires
And the fires of Grangemouth burn the skies
A lion sleeps in a tenement close
In a country that's tired and deaf to his roar

Hey there laddie, internal exile
When will you see that it's time to go?
Hey there lassie, internal exile
When will you realise you've got to let go?

Oh you've got to let go
You've gotta go
Got to go now

Build you a wasteland deep in the wilderness
Poison the soil and reap the harvest
Of blind indifference, greed and apathy
Sowed way back in our history
The fish are few, the harbours empty
The keels now rot on our oil slicked shores
The sheep are gone, the farms deserted
It's out of sight and we're out of mind

Hey there laddie, internal exile
When will you see that it's time to go?
Hey there lassie, internal exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?

They've got to go
Got to go
It's time to go

Like our fathers before us
We've eyes for America
Dream of a new life on foreign shores
Wherever we go, we will always know
That the land we stand on is never our own

Hey there laddie, internal exile
When will you see that it's time to go?
Hey there lassie, internal exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?

Oh internal exile
You've gotta go
Internal exile
We're gonna let go
Internal exile
Gotta go
We've gotta go
Gotta go

Internal exile
Internal exile
Internal exile
We are

Yee-ha