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Woody Guthrie
02:37
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Woody Guthrie
Country boy with a guitar in his hand
He travels far across this land and
Documents everything he sees
With songs of brutal honesty and
He makes a stand
He draws a line in the sand
His truth is principled
He’ll never sell it out
And now he’s singing
This machine kills fascists
Yes, he’s singing
This guitar kills fascists
Small town in depression times
No work, no hope, just blighted lives
A harsh and violent, hateful place
They thought black gold their saving grace but
The oil men came
They took everything
They stripped the whole town bare
And then they went again
So now he’s singing
This machine kills fascists
Yes, he’s singing
This guitar kills fascists
So now we’re heading for the great depression of the 21st century
The clampdown’s happening
So where can we find Woody Guthrie now?
He wrote his songs of liberty
This land belongs to you and me
But not all get to have their way
If you’re poor or black you’ve got no say and
He went to war
To fight the racist state
And then he came back home
To find the same thing there....
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2. |
D Lister
03:34
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D-Lister (Fame)
Round and round the world they go
They’re looking for some boys and girls
They’re going to make you
House you, feed you, re-create you
Doesn’t matter if you can’t sing
You’re going to be the latest thing
Your dance routines
Get copied by the nation’s pre-teens
Don’t worry you’ve got nothing to say
Another cover version is on its way
You’re in the morning papers – what can you do?
You’re on the radio – what can you do?
You’re on the television – what can you do?
It’s a mystery to me
Another round of failed auditions
Desperate for recognition
You’re getting nowhere
The scrap-heap’s getting ever closer
Nothing reeks like failed ambition
Get to grips with your frustration
The London scene
A place where you can see and be seen
Hitch a ride with a rising star
It’s the only way that you’ll get far
There’s a fly upon your wall
Watching you to show us all
A life that’s real
What you think and how you feel
Enjoy it now it won’t last long
Your fifteen minutes have come and gone
The emptiness
Sit back – enjoy the loneliness
No one seems to care at all
Now you’re not famous anymore
You were in the morning papers – what could you do?
You were on the radio – what could you do?
You were on the television – what could you do?
It was a mystery to me
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Burning
02:29
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Burning
When Billy was small he was hooked on Defender
Escaping to hyperspace far from a father
Who lived like a madman and who loved like the weather
Loves those without a shelter
Billy’s estate was a liberal’s nightmare
They feel for the need but none of them lived there
They plead for a change in the detail of welfare
In a system that’s not fair
Oh, it’s time to go, turn on the lights and the radio
Through darkness, rain, through wind and snow
Burn the memories, burn the road
Billy grew up from the high scores to draw
And the thrills and the spills with his mates in a four door
Escaping was easy and all that he lived for
What more could he live for?
Everything seemed fair game in his eyes
Scavenged from those outraged and surprised
About the law of the jungle and the truth of the liars
They were jackals for the lions
Fly through the new towns, free at night
With a buzzing brain and a laser sight
Cat and mouse, a flashing blue light
Straight ahead, they’re right behind
The games too easy, Billy’s up an alley
Like an arrow, the sirens follow
Screaming like there’s no tomorrow
Swerve around, a sudden thud
Another screen that’s dripping blood
Lyrics by John Goldthorpe
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4. |
Control Freak
03:28
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Control Freak
Breaking up... Disintegration...
Hostility... Confrontation...
Ever really wondered why you’re out there on your own
Food for thought – for one in six billion
You talk and you talk, then you talk some more
But what’s the point – when no one’s listening?
It’s better to destroy
Thank seek a compromise
You’d rather say good-bye
Self- justify with lies
Turn and run and hide
You say you’ve got your pride
And now you’re on your own
Sitting all alone
Manipulate... Stipulation...
Castigate... Agitation
Brow-beat the weak to get your own way
No one denies the Big I Am
Better not stray from the party-line
Or watch the baby through the rattle from the pram
Insecure... Paranoid
Power-crazed... So schizoid
You always want control because you can’t control yourself
Count to ten before you answer
Always on the verge of overload
All because you can’t take the pressure
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5. |
Stupid
04:03
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Stupid
He likes the way you look and dress
He likes the way that you impress
He always wants you by his side
He loves you as a source of pride
But he never listens
To a word you say
All he wants is to talk himself
He’s got no regard for your point of view
Stupid – that’s all he wants you to be
Stupid – without an idea in your head
Stupid – you’re not supposed to speak your mind
Stupid – but you know the truth
He always acts as if he cares
A public front of equal shares
He preaches love and harmony
The perfect modern family
But he never listens
To a word you say
Behind closed doors it’s all change now
He shouts you down because he needs to feel superior
He’s nothing but a man of straw
He feels so lost and insecure
He says he can’t live without you
He needs you for the things you do
But he never listens
To a word you say
What he wants he takes from you
He gives nothing back because he hasn’t got anything
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