'He Left' by The Meridians - a group consisting of Latin Quarter's Mike Jones, Yona Dunsford and Greg Harewood. This demo was recorded in 1990.

Download: He Left - The Meridians (3MB)

Lyrics:

Waisted, like an hour glass
Another sixty seconds pass
Disconsolate in twenty denier
'Ano', 'Amas' has met its end here
A public place for private chaos
She sips a bitter sweet calvados
When every breath needs discipline
He left, and his ghost is moving in

Vanished all the plans she knew
Curtain up can't they hold the cue?
Dramatic art is what she trained for
Experience? Well she just gained more
But not the script with the Streisand sountrack
She traced in Braille across his back
Though this one needs its heroine
He left, and his ghost is moving in

He left, what's right?
Halloween comes in tonight
It's dark by one more spectre
The shadow of the man that wrecked her

Haunted in the dead of night
With day-light bringing no respite
The modern gothic weighs her down
Has Mary Shelley come to town?
She writes some lines from Coleridge
In the charcoal of her last burned bridge
'The life whose fountains are within'
He left and his ghost has just moved in

Che Guevara - The face on the T-shirt.
His principled stand against capitalism permeated his life and shaped everything he did. With his contagious idealism, limitless passion, and refusal to capitulate in the face of adversity, he blazed an extraordinary, revolutionary path through the second half of the twentieth century in Latin America and Africa.

Download: Che's Ghost (2.6MB)

Lyrics:

Chorus:
I Saw Ché's ghost
Up on the Sierre Madre
I was wondering what hurts him most
I was wondering what hits him harder

Is it Samora's plane
Off course for Maputo?
The engines choking in the rain
While from Predoria
The ring of the champagne glass

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Is it a fetid flame
That burned in Santiago?
It had a human name
Rodrigo Rojas, but
Carmen, Salvemos!

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Ché's ghost, Risen in La Paz
He walks the border with Brazil
Ché's ghost, everything he has,
You know, he gives it still

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It's maybe you and me
All the things that we let go
The fight for liberty
To reach for status
And sweet security

I saw Ché's ghost
Up on the Sierra Madre …

Outside a building as ugly as hunger,
An ancient woman kissed the Fifties goodbye,
With more than half of her life left to cling to,
She hung on and she clung on,
But she never knew why.

Shorn of a lover but left with a daughter,
Who gave birth to Marianne and then said goodbye,
In days made of years filled with months she remembered,
As always November and never July.

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Too many secrets that she couldn't confide,
There's just erosion with no eros inside,
Oh, Marianne,
She's a Rebel,
She's a rebel with a cause too many...(cares)
Oh, Marianne,
She has a harbour but soon there won't be anywhere.

Take her to school or take her to China,
It makes no difference when sense says goodbye,
But you drew her a map and you gave her a compass,
You dug her a well and it never ran dry.

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For all the woe there is in a woman,
There's still not enough
To slow a single second down.

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