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Blood For Pop
02:05
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See the head bowed
See the furrowed brow
Hear the boys cry
See the haunted eyes
See the fingertips
See the fingertips
Blood for pop
Blood for pop
Wind it tighter
Pay the piper
Call it heartfelt
Feel the hearts melt
See the fingertips
See the fingertips
Blood for pop
Blood for pop
Track and feel
Two inch reel (too real)
We’re all needing
To see you bleeding
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Blood for pop
Blood for pop
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2. |
Supernova
02:23
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Die bad, go rotten
All of your sins will still be forgotten
I can guarantee you there’s no one keeping score.
Die good, decompose
Sorry, that’s just the way that it goes
All that trouble you went to, what was it for?
The end is the end,
When there’s no time to mend
The damage that you’ve done
I tell you, my friend
We’re all going to end up
As atoms in the sun’s supernova
Die rich, go up in flames
Your children live on with double-barrelled names
But it’s still eight hundred degrees behind the door
Die poor and neglected
You’ll be reduced to ashes collected
And thrown away one day, that’s for sure
The end is the end…
Whether we take our holy communion
With EFTA, NAFTA or the European Union
One day we won’t be an island any more
Atlantis rises, Europe sinks
The North Sea turns into a skating rink
If we’re up a mountain or down on the sea floor
The end’s still the end,
There’s no time to mend
The damage that we’ve done
I tell you, my friend
We’re all going to end up
As atoms in the sun’s supernova
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3. |
Sixties Stereo
02:47
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Generations! generations?
There’s only one that counts
When they talk about generations
You know that means ours
And everyone agrees
that everyone agrees
That no one disagrees
that no one disagrees
That there’s no doubt
And it’s all in sixties stereo
(That’s how we like it)
Sixties stereo
(Close mike it)
Sixties stereo
(Double track it)
Now!
Making sense of experience
I think we’ve found a vein
Don’t take chances, build a fence
We won’t get fooled again
And everyone agrees
that everyone agrees
That no one disagrees
That no one disagrees
That there’s no doubt
And it’s all in sixties stereo
(New religions)
Sixties stereo
(New positions)
Sixties stereo
(Unconditional love)
Now we’ve climbed the ladders
All except the ones who haven’t
And we’re burning them behind us
And they’re burning them in front
And we’re all in,
And we’re all in,
And we’re all in,
Administration, investigation
We don’t know what to believe
Integration, communication
And now we’re going to leave
And we all disagree
that we all disagree
That everyone agrees
that everyone agrees
That there’s no doubt
And it’s all in sixties stereo
(Activism)
Sixties stereo (Pacifism)
Sixties stereo (Have a schism)
Now!
Sixties stereo (Yoko Ono)
Sixties stereo (Sonny Bono)
Sixties stereo (Back to mono)
Now!
intro: G11, C, E7, F, G7
C, F, E7
verse: A, F#m, Bm, E7
A, F#m, Bm, E7… A, D, A
pre-ch: Dm, G11, Dm, G11, G7
ch: C, E7, F, G7
middle: Cm, Gm, Cm, Gm, G11, G7
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4. |
Forgotten Classics
03:07
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Bury me or fire me from a gun
Take my ashes and fly them into the sun
Take my guitar to the auction room
There’s a memorabilia sale coming soon
Collect what’s left and put it in a box
Shed a tear if you like, and make sure nothing’s lost
Nothing’s lost
Nothing’s ever lost
Afternoon on Radio TFM
Time to fill between news and advertisements
Cue up number something from the list
Jog someone’s memory, clear the mist
But didn’t I just play this yesterday
And the day before and then tomorrow, come what may
Come what may
Tomorrow, come what may
Heart attacks and ODs
Plane crashes and STDs
Choking, drowning and killer bees
None of these can stop me
I’m an animated hologram
With all my original backing band
We’re on tour up and down the land
Clap your hands and love me
Make a film about me, narrated by
Rebecca Front or Liam Neeson… Stephen Fry?
I’m dying to be famous once again
Put me on a bank note, I’m a dead white man
Put all my old demos on CD
Video my children crying on TV
Crying on TV
Pretending they miss me
Heart attacks and ODs…
I’ve had my fifteen minutes
Now I want fifteen more
Fill your heads with memories
That just seem to endure
Then ask me why there’s no forgotten classics any more
Heart attacks and ODs
Rabies, scabies, TB
Mad cow disease
None of these can stop me
I’m an animated hologram
With all my original backing band
We’re on tour up and down the land
Clap your hands and love me
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5. |
Just The Drugs
03:21
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Have you felt Nibiru coming nearer?
No you haven’t, it’s just the drugs
I’m the manifestation of Shiva
No you're not, it’s just the drugs
In a past life I was a tribal elder
No you weren’t, it’s just the drugs
The pain of the world rests on my shoulders
No it doesn’t, it’s just the drugs
It’s just the drugs
Paul McCartney is a stand-in
No he’s not, it’s just the drugs
Same goes for Hilary Clinton
No it doesn’t, it’s just the drugs
Angela Merkel is a lizard
No she’s not, it’s just the drugs
The truth is out there… is it?
Errrrrrm.… it’s just the drugs
It’s just the drugs
They’re poisoning us with vaccines
No they’re not, it’s just the drugs
Dropping chemical trails out of aeroplanes
Nope, it’s just the drugs
Fluoridisation is mind control
No it’s not, it’s just the drugs
They're giving us drugs to make us docile
If you like, but it’s just the drugs
It’s just the drugs
I can feel quantum energies
No you can’t, it’s just the drugs
Blah blah blah Jewish conspiracies
Fuck off, it’s just the drugs
Humans are genetically engineered
No we’re not, it’s just the drugs
We all need to live in fear
No we don’t, it’s just the drugs
It’s just the drugs
They’re breeding out the white race
No they’re not, it’s just the drugs
Illuminati and the deep state
False flags, it’s just the drugs
That screaming child is a crisis actor
No she’s not, it’s just the drugs
When did you become such a heartless bastard?
I hope it’s just the drugs
It’s just the drugs
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6. |
Old Man Walk
02:18
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It’s in the way the old man walks,
Stiff around the hip,
With a roll of the shoulder
Every other step,
And on lips that blew ten thousand nights
with an eight-piece band,
There’s half a smile that says:
“I’ll keep going, more or less
Until the hourglass runs out of sand.”
It’s in the whip of the wind
On a warm spring night.
It’s in the winning of the war
It’s in the one left to fight.
It's in jumping up on the back of a barrow,
playing Run Rabbit Run.
That way and this,
The conga lines twist.
Don’t stop until you see the sun
Snap of the fingers, click of the heels.
King of the swingers, Bold Grenadier.
Hip to Mingus, Monk and Miles.
It boils down to the blues,
It’s a feeling, not just a style.
It’s in the glance at the script,
The glasses on the head.
The chauffeur-driven car,
Pushed-together single beds.
It’s wondering if this is all
as stupid as it seems
Blue jokes and blue notes
For worn-out old folks...
… Let’s meet the teams.
Old man walk, old man walk.
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Wanda Wanda, picking up the pieces G
Wanda Wanda, singing for Jesus A
Wanda please, give us one night of rock’n’roll G A D
Old time gospel in a jamboree tent
Back home on the bus with the money all spent
Songs to the Lord won’t get her out of this hole
Oklahoma’s home but it’s so damned cold
Wanda Wanda, picking up the pieces
Wanda Wanda, singing for Jesus
Wanda please, give us one night of rock’n’roll
The boys in the band all think that it’s funny D
But all they ever think about is sex and money A
The path into heaven can’t be bought or sold D
but we’ve all got a price on our soul D7
Wanda Wanda, picking up the pieces
Wanda Wanda, singing for Jesus
Wanda please, give us one night of rock’n’roll
(guitar) D G A boogie
All you ever want to ask is “What about Elvis?” A7
Listen here, don’t you know I’m somebody too D7
If you think that I’ve got something to confess A7
I’ll do it any time, anywhere, to anyone but you D7 A7
London, Berlin, Rome and Yokohama
Hard Headed Woman singing Fujiyama Mama
Angel to the left, Devil to the right
Get yourselves together and dance all night
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8. |
If The Russians Had Won
02:13
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If the Russians had won the cold war
There’d be peace throughout the land
There would be no austerity
Just a glorious five year plan
All the bankers would be miners
And profits/prophets would be banned
If the Russians had won
If the Russians had won
Friday night in the union hall
You might cast a glance at me
And I might be looking your way
There’s just a chance our eyes would meet
The red flag would fly above us
There’d be the sound of marching feet
If the Russians had won...
We’d gather in the market square
Men and women, girls and boys
From speakers tied to lamp posts
We’d hear the leader’s voice
Telling of great victories
And we’d all damned well rejoice
If the Russians had won
If the Russians had won
If the Russians had won the cold war
I’d have asked you to marry me
We’d honeymoon in a cold grey room
In a hotel by the sea
And one day I’d tell our children
About the way it used to be
Before the Russians won
If the Russians had won
If the Russians had won
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9. |
Don't Call Me A Cowboy
03:04
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I was walking down the High Street
Minding my own
I was wearing my stetson
‘Cause of the midday sun
Somebody started laughing
Saying: “Hey, look at that.
He must be a cowboy
Cause he’s in a cowboy hat.”
Now if I’d had a six-gun
I might have told him: “Draw.”
Or I could have ridden off
But I don’t have a horse
Snakeskin boots, leather chaps
Or a lash lariat.
Don't call me a cowboy
Just because I wear a hat
Don’t put me in the saddle
To ride out on the range
I don’t want to live on whisky
and bacon and beans
The frontier’s not the kind of place
Where I want to be at
Don't call me a cowboy
Just because I wear a hat
Don’t call me a hangman
Just because I’ve got a rope
Don’t call me an scientist
It’s just a microscope
I’m not a priest, a politician
Nor an aristocrat
And don't call me a cowboy
Just because I wear a hat
I’m not from Oklahoma
Abilene or Great Bend
I’m not from the state of Texas
Down by the Rio Grande
I’m not even American
Let me tell you flat
Don't call me a cowboy
Just because I wear a hat
Don’t put me in the saddle
To ride out on the range
I don’t want to live on whisky
and bacon and beans
The frontier’s not the kind of place
Where I want to be at
Don't call me a cowboy
Just because I wear a hat
The flies are all buzzing
There’s dust on the trail
Got my head down, listening
For the rattle on the rail
I’m dozing in the sun
Like a calico cat
But don’t call me a cowboy
Just because I wear a hat
Meanwhile in the old town
We’re waiting on a train
Tumbleweeds are tumbling
The preacher prays for rain
The sun’s burning down
Casting shadows so black
The place is full of cowboys
And they’re all in cowboy hats
Don’t put me in the saddle
To ride out on the range
I don’t want to live on whisky
and bacon and beans
The frontier’s not the kind of place
Where I want to be at
Don't call me a cowboy
Just because I wear a hat
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10. |
T41
02:20
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instrumental
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11. |
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Across the new estate, I can go anywhere
Climb the garden gate, I need to show off my new long hair
Grown like a willow, tied up in a school tie
Like a tennis player or an Indian
It was better before they dug in the trees
Better when you could feel the breeze from the sea
Better when the beck was flowing high after the rain
Better before the diggers came
To finish the job, please don’t finish the job
I like it the way it is
Over the wall into the delivery yard
Line up beneath the lights, trying to look hard
Pick sides for the fight, hoping you’re not the last
‘Cause I don’t think I can run that fast
The bridge sounds like tin cans at the cricket
Alone at night, I can still hear it
Donkeys waking up in the field behind the hotel
It’s four AM and the diggers have come
To finish the job, please don’t finish the job
I like it the way it is
When the wasteland’s gone there’ll be nowhere to go
Nowhere to think, nowhere for the beck to flow
they’ll cover it up, turn it into a drain
What about the sticklebacks?
The rattling bridge left over from the war
Doesn’t move when you drive over it any more
The dunes don’t crumble underneath the road
It’s just a path and they’ve let it go
When you leave it all starts to make sense
It was always just a work in progress
This never was going to be the last road in town
It just happened to be, when I was around
And the donkey field is a car park now
Except it’s not because the cinema’s shut down
And the bowling alley and the new café
Brambles are growing through the tarmac
To finish the job…
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Jon Horne Edinburgh, UK
Chronicling the folibles of the age via the medium of contemporary folk song since
2005.
All the music here is homemade and is provided free.
Even rougher recordings can be found at hornesdemoshop.bandcamp.com
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