Folk rock Kampuchea Cambodia Khmer Rouge
prog
flute
cello
psychedelic
banjo
political
mandolin
sax
rock folk
pygmy beat
Story behind the song
Have you seen "The Killing Fields"? That's where the inspiration & title came from.
A split story about life in the civil war in Kampuchea & the cultural schism of living in a refugee hostel on the outskirts of Sydney Australia.
Lyrics
Mercedes #1
No chasing wild things through a jungle of bricks,
Doesn’t matter if the rains don’t come.
The sun beats harder here,
It darkens their perceptions,
But don’t they know Mercedes #1.
Running from the feeling of being nowhere,
Smell it in the streets, they just don’t care,
See the shadows move behind the curtain,
In the harsh sunlight people only stare.
Draping powdered monkeys on the palace walls,
Re-educating circles to fit square holes.
Ridding the streets of bourgeois vermin,
Hanging tattered remnants from sharp poles.
Technical college little men,
Crawling on the hallowed tube.
Mercedes #1 Mercedes #1
Makes for more fun
Than working in the sun
Climbing, climbing up the ladder
It’s so hard to hang on.
Mercedes #1 Mercedes #1 Mercedes #1