Forlorn Hope and Glory

by The Home Guard

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The Home Guard return with their second album, an all together more mature and well-rounded release. There's a lot of the standard indie/new wave fare that those familiar with The Home Guard will be used to (Turn Me Up and Sweating Blood seem to be establishing themselves as a fans' favourites), but the balance between Britpop and rock has definitely shifted in the latter's favour.

There are also a few surprises along the way. Ever heard an album that features both prog rock and glam rock songs, for instance? Well, Forlorn Hope and Glory delivers precisely this in the shape of Year Zero and Dead on My Feet (Again). As for the closing track, Other People - it starts off with a classical nod to Beethoven before developing into a folk-influenced ballad.

If you enjoyed A Head of Steam, The Home Guard's debut album, then this release is precisely what you'd expect, only a little bit bigger in every respect. This time it's more bombastic than quirky; more grand than concise; more raw, yet better produced. In the words of respected Norwegian music blog Acuvi: "This is epic, and a genuine masterpiece."

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released 01 September 2009

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Track Name: Year Zero
It was in my sights, I scaled the heights and still I wanted more!
And the crowd all nod their heads as I bestow.
And their looks are kind as they bear in mind all the shame that's gone before,
So down your beer and raise a cheer for Year Zero.

These conquered people I deplore, these spoils of war
Who tell me that the situation's unacceptable.
My plan, colossal in its scope, I only hope
I'll never see the situation out of my control in Year Zero.

I tighten up my stranglehold. My herd are told:
“Currently the situation's unacceptable.”
Let them hate me as long as they respect my way!
Although I fear the situation's out of my control in Year Zero.

It was in my sights, I scaled the heights and still I wanted more!
And the crowd all nod their heads as I bestow.
And their looks are kind as they bear in mind all the shame that's gone before,
So down your beer and raise a cheer for Year Zero.

Leaders strolling in red satin,
Soldiers screaming in Pig Latin,
Always looking for a nation to flatten.

Fear our patience wearing thinner!
We shall take you saint or sinner!
Throw your lot in with us, you'll be a winner!

There's a hate symbol carved on a gravestone.
Emblems of decay unite as one.
And cries of “Fight!” in a children's playground,
Did I really see romance once in war?

My inner circle hatch a plot to have me shot,
So currently the situation's unacceptable.
So short of friends and of allies, I set my spies,
Who tell me that the situation's out of my control in Year Zero.

I possessed it all and I had to fall – it's the way it's meant to be!
And the crowd will shake their heads and turn to go.
Though my time is spent, now I've cemented a place in history,
So sup your beer and shed a tear for Year Zero.

(c)2009 The Home Guard. All rights reserved.
Track Name: Sweating Blood
Sit here and dine with me, and stay a while until you've had your fill.
Come meet some friends of mine: they'll buy your time and let you foot the bill.
You know we'll put you up, and put you out, and put you through the mill.
Bring on the dancing girls who raise a smile as you're fattened for the kill.

You know you never had it good, so good,
It's true: I've hunted finer game than you.

Pick a vice and choose a sin.
Find a weakness and then we'll begin
Dragging faces/names in mud –
Sweating blood.

Sit here and try the wine, I offer quips and witty repartee.
Bring on the dancing girls who lick their lips and rub their hands with glee.

You know you never had it good, so good,
It's true: I've mounted finer game than you.

Pick a vice and choose a sin.
Find a weakness and then we'll begin
Dragging faces/names in mud –
Sweating blood.

Tell me of your heart's desire and I will make it so –
Leave your conscience and your soul by the front door as you go.

Pick a vice and choose a sin.
Find a weakness and then we'll begin
Dragging faces/names in mud –
Sweating blood.

Pick a vice and choose a sin.
Find a weakness and then we'll begin
Dragging faces/names in mud –
Sweating blood.

(c)2009 The Home Guard. All rights reserved.
Track Name: Nothing Can Stop You Being Mine
There was a time I'd wish to be revered –
I see virtue now as rarely productive.
So now I find I'd rather just be feared –
Sometimes evil can be very seductive, but I...

I've only got your best interests in mind.
Hold the line!

Give up your fake resistance, throw the fight,
Or else you'll find my bark is nothing compared to my bite!
This offer isn't one you can decline,
You see, nothing – nothing – nothing can stop you being mine.

My expectations you may yet exceed –
There are moments where I'm driven to excess.
It's not enough for me to merely succeed –
Those around me must all fail in the process, but I...

I've only got your best interests in mind.
Hold the line!

Give up your fake resistance, throw the fight,
Or else you'll find my bark is nothing compared to my bite!
This offer isn't one you can decline,
You see, nothing – nothing – nothing can stop you being mine.

I've only got your best interests in mind.
The die is cast, it's time to leave this all behind.

Do not concern yourself with wrong and right –
It's easy falling in darkness, harder stepping into light.
I'm not content to merely feed you a line,
You see, nothing – nothing – nothing can stop you being mine.

(c)2009 The Home Guard. All rights reserved.
Track Name: One for the Road
Take a seat – the load off your feet – so,
We'll talk of life and let the drink flow!
Give me time, as I gaze at you I'm
Reminded of a younger me.

Yes, I'm old, I've seen better days and
I'm sinking deeper into quicksand.
As I'm here, this moment in time, I
Will share the wisdom of an age.

I'll tell you secrets never told...
One for the road, just give me one for the road!
Guaranteed to make your blood run cold...
One for the road, just give me one for the road!

Never be conceited and cocksure;
Be just; remember to retain your
Gravitas; be loyal to your class;
Take heed of what your elders say!

Now I see I have your attention,
Let me tell you of my ascension:
Well, I came, I saw and I conquered
The lot. Oh, how the mighty fall!

I'll tell you secrets never told...
One for the road, just give me one for the road!
Guaranteed to make your blood run cold...
One for the road, just give me one for the road!

Hold it son:
You should never stop the fight until the fight is won.
Before you turn to go,
I feel there's something you should know...

I'll tell you secrets never told...
One for the road, just give me one for the road!
Guaranteed to make your blood run cold...
One for the road, just give me one for the road!

(c)2009 The Home Guard. All rights reserved.
Track Name: Turn Me Up
I would sooner rouse respect and hatred
Than be affable and mocked and slated,
Just a look can linger longer than words.
Every time I take a risk I fail
In my endeavour as an alpha male.
Turn me up, 'cos I just want to be heard!

You turn me on, then you turn me off with a single cutting word.
You turn me down – forced to cope without a sound.
Won't you turn me up? Because I just want to be heard!

I feel righteous, I feel like a martyr –
I awoke this morning with stigmata.
Turn me up, 'cos I just want to be heard!

You turn me on, then you turn me off with a single cutting word.
You turn me down – forced to cope without a sound.
Won't you turn me up? Because I just want to be heard!

You turn me on, but the thought of taking it further seemed absurd!
You turn me down, and with grace I take a bow.
Won't you turn me up? Because I just want to be heard!

Give me content over style and glamour!
Give me guidance if I pause and stammer!
Stand before me for my final clamour!

(c)2009 The Home Guard. All rights reserved.
Track Name: Soldier On
Hold on!
When you feel you're outnumbered you will
Find reinforcements in your friends.
So long –
You can burn all your bridges, for there's
No turning back now: you must

Soldier on,
Soldier on,
Soldier on into no-man's-land defiantly!
Now keep your head in uncharted territory!

Hold on!
Only you alone can test the water,
No need to send reconnaissance.
So long –
You can call the cavalry to aid you
In the form of hope and faith and

Soldier on,
Soldier on,
Soldier on into no-man's-land defiantly!
Now keep your head in uncharted territory!

Hold up your hands so I can see.
Hold your nerve.
To keep the life in which we serve we need to

Soldier on
And on.

On into no-man's-land defiantly!
Now keep your head in uncharted territory!

Hold up your hands so I can see.
Hold your nerve.
To keep the life in which we serve we need to

Soldier on,
Soldier on,
Soldier on.

(c)2009 The Home Guard. All rights reserved.
Track Name: Dead on My Feet (Again)
Shall I raise the stakes?
Fold for both our sakes?
Wink when my eyes meet your poker-face?
As your sell-by date's expired,
You don't comprehend: I'm very tired of you.

Shall I stick or twist,
Or compile a list
Of every single move I've ever made?
Oh, I see you call my bluff!
I throw in my hand – I've had enough of you.

Yet I won't grieve,
I've an ace up my sleeve.

I'm dead on my feet again.
I'm dead on my feet again.

I'm the Jack of Hearts,
You're the Queen of Hearts:
Now I feel you've got one up on me.
Here's the deck and take your pick.
Please don't shuffle hard – I'm feeling sick of you.

Yet I won't grieve,
I've a trick up my sleeve.

I'm dead on my feet again.
I'm dead on my feet again.
We've been playing games forever,
Now these ties I'll have to sever.
I'm dead on my feet again.

Yet I won't grieve,
I've seen things you won't believe!

Shall I raise the stakes?
Fold for both our sakes?
Wink when my eyes meet your poker-face?
As your sell-by date's expired,
You don't comprehend: I'm very tired of you.

Yet I won't grieve,
I've an ace up my sleeve.

I'm dead on my feet again.
I'm dead on my feet again.
We've been playing games forever,
Now these ties I'll have to sever.
I'm dead on my feet again.

(c)2009 The Home Guard. All rights reserved.
Track Name: Pseudonym
Take care not to stray from the flock –
They'll see your head on the block!
They'll mix a cyanide pill in your vial of hemlock!

Embracing the role of rogue
Will suit until it comes in vogue.

It's time to shed the skin I'm in.
I'm breaking out; I'm breaking in a new pseudonym.

Take care where you place all your trust –
They'll grind your bones into dust!
They'll test your mettle until you corrode and then rust!

Embracing the role of saint
Has left me with a mild complaint.

It's time to shed the skin I'm in.
I'm breaking out; I'm breaking in a new pseudonym.

Embracing the role of rogue
Will suit until it comes in vogue.

It's time to shed the skin I'm in,
And time to face the reckoning.
I'll take disaster on the chin.
I'm breaking out; I'm breaking in a new pseudonym.

(c)2009 The Home Guard. All rights reserved.
Track Name: City and Soke
I remember well
Volunteering for a spell
To defend the land I love.
Flat feet and rare blood are the reason I defend
Till the end.

My city and its Soke!
My Fenland and its folk!
My city and its Soke!

A fen is drained.
Oaths of loyalty are strained.
Those who fail to understand –
Trying to find a hand to fit the scarlet glove.
How I love

My city and its Soke!
My Fenland and its folk!
My city and its Soke!

How I long to feel the soil over my boots
And to lie in the flatlands wrapped in the roots!
How I love the yeoman pleasures of old,
Local traditions are ours to uphold –
If they're neglected? Oh, for shame!

In the final scene,
Throw my ashes in the Nene
Where I'll join Clare and Cavell.
Let me forever dwell in echoes of our land.
It will stand.

My city and its Soke!
My Fenland and its folk!
My city and its Soke!

(c)2009 The Home Guard. All rights reserved.
Track Name: Other People
Hold on, don't be afraid:
You will lose all your fear when your best plans are laid.
Don't think things will be fine
If you just keep your head down, your mouth shut, and then toe the line –
It takes time.

Other people are hell,
And I think of you...
You're hell,
So is there heaven in solitude?

Calm down, don't be a fool.
Is it too much to ask you to just keep your cool?
Stand, fight for all you're worth!
For we all see the very same sun rise from anywhere on Earth –
A rebirth.

Other people are hell,
And I think of you...
You're hell,
So is there heaven in solitude?

This is my world, I don't want to share it!
Yes, it's my world, and my world alone.
But to waste it is something I cannot condone.
Tell me something I long to believe in –
Those three words that I so long to hear.
Would I care if those same words were spoke insincere?

Other people are hell,
And I think of you...
You're hell,
So is there heaven in solitude?

(c)2009 The Home Guard. All rights reserved.