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None Of My Business
This song was in my subconscious for something like 25 years before it surfaced. My father met and almost married a woman called Helen in the early 1960s. She had escaped from Berlin in 1939, and like many German Jews, spent 6 years in camps until the end of the war.

She taught me many things, without my knowing it at the time; I am fairly sure that it was she that sowed the seeds of Socialism in me.

After I had written this, I tracked Helen down, still living in North London, and was able to say "Thank you" to her.

None Of My Business       © Bill Prince 1987
Last night I heard the lorries rumble, passing in the street outside.
On my way to work I saw the doors and windows gaping wide.
Broken chairs and beds and tables, piles of matchwood in the rain.
Someone said the Jews were taken somewhere to the east by train.
Seems to me they had it coming, don’t know how they’ve got the nerve.
Trying to take the country over, hope they get what they deserve.
Country’s full of agitators, read about them every day.
Nothing but a bunch of traitors, ought to lock them all away.

At the factory this morning, police arrived just after nine.
Took away that little fellow from the bench just next to mine.
Glad to see the back of that one, think he was a communist.
Always was a troublemaker, people like that won’t be missed.
He’s the one, if I remember, organised the strike last year.
If we keep our noses clean the rest of us need have no fear.
Country’s full of agitators, read about them every day.
Nothing but a bunch of traitors, ought to lock them all away.

When we went to church this morning, found the doors were bolted tight.
Someone told me that the priest had been arrested in the night.
Wonder what it is he’s done to get himself in such a fix.
Should have stuck to his religion, kept away from politics.
Someone ought to speak up for him, still it isn’t my concern.
Better not to draw attention, some of them will never learn.
Country’s full of agitators, read about them every day.
Nothing but a bunch of traitors, ought to lock them all away.

Once again I hear the rumble, round the corner of the street
Comes the now familiar sound of rubber tyres and booted feet.
Seems to happen every night now, wonder who they’re coming for?
Just some other troublemaker. What’s that noise at our front door?
Don’t they know it’s after midnight? Now they’ve got the kids awake.
Have they no consideration?................. I think there must be some mistake.
Country’s full of agitators, read about them every day.
Nothing but a bunch of traitors, ought to lock them all away.


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