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The hangman .mp3
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One man band old and ugly
One man band, old and ugly. Clinging to the myth that artists should be sincere in their art and noble in their motivation, The Old Grey Wolf Ltd Co was born out of a sense of indignation at music industry guru's and gatekeepers who judged, critised and generally patronised music loving people who spent their hard earned money making them rich, under the guise of supporting the artist. It often seemed to me that the more innovative and original artists were by-passed for the safer options of selling pretty people as stars to a public that wanted pretty people as stars. Not much has changed but this facade is crumbling, and people are not as willing to be fed 'sweet sugery sex appeal' or 'faked rebellions' as they used to be. Maybe this is economic, maybe political, maybe it is just a hunger for something tastier
Song Info
Genre
Electronic Ambient
Charts
Peak #786
Peak in subgenre #116
Author
The Old Grey Wolf Ltd Co
Rights
Richard Boase
Uploaded
April 11, 2012
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.6 MB 128 kbps 5:01
Story behind the song
Protest song using an extreme example of people who are "just doing their jobs" without regard of the consequences to others.
Lyrics
The Hangman She disappeared three days ago The found her body in the grove They wouldn't say what had happened But we all heard it on the news They searched the village door to door But didn't find what they looked for They heard the strangest alibi's From husbands cheating on their wives They questioned everyone they could And promised justice would be done And then one day the breakthrough came They got him hidden in some jail Isn't it strange, what people do, what people say ... They said “he's guilty as can be” He has no shame that we perceive He'll wear a noose around his neck And dance a jig and dream of death Isn't it strange, what people do, what people say ... I am the hangman who fixed the drop You know to me it's just a job And if he's guilty it don't matter But I don't worry if he's not Isn't it strange, that as he swings, don't feel his pain Don't know his name, I'm not to blame.
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