Frank Turner - Eye Of The Day (Official Audio)

Buy/Stream: https://frankturner.lnk.to/NoMansLandSo 'Tales From No Man's Land' Podcast: https://frankturner.lnk.to/NMLSubscribe More info: www.frank-turner.com Lyrics: They called me Margaretha the day that I was born. The day I died the soldiers called me H21. In the circuses and palaces, a hundred names I’ve borne, From the Belle of the Epoque to eye of the storm, But if anybody asks, I named myself after the sun. I was a teacher when I was young, But I ran away from home To the East Indies and warm, warm sun, To wed a man I did not know. He called me Lady McCleod, But the times did not allow My complaints as drinking dragged him down. So in dancing peace I found. They called me a tourist when I began to dance, An amateur and courtesan when I came to France. On the stages, in the salons, I held my tongue: I was never owned by any man nor known by anyone. And if anybody asks, I named myself after the sun. I never cared much for their war. I had seen men fight before, Seen the sickness in their esprit de corps. I would dance for them no more. They came to take me away From the Hotel Champs Elysée. Told the soldiers I’d nothing to say – They wouldn’t have listened anyway. Too many men had died, and somebody had to pay. They set a date for my dying day. But as I stood in that killing field, refusing a blindfold , Staring down the soldiers and the hatred of the world, I felt the warmth of the Malay sun and I smiled for them all: They all thought they had the best of me, But not one of them could say what I was called. Just before the darkness came, I whispered my real name. I am Mata Hari, eye of the day. In the cells my body lay unclaimed. If anybody asks, I named myself after the sun.