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Folk Rock politics unionism
prog flute cello psychedelic banjo political mandolin sax rock folk pygmy beat
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Folk rock meets blues rock whilst occassionally veering into psychedelic and prog rock.
Pygmy Beat: Terry Berman - vocals, sax, piano, flute, recorder & Catholic guilt; ray cochrane - basses, guitars, bad cello, percussion & Protestant longing; Roland - drums, percussion & digital watches; RAMI - occasional drums; Gerry Steele - frequent lead guitar solos; Greg Loyacano - frequent recent drums Pygmy Beat Augmented: Joe Mizzi - recent vocals Gerry Steele - lead guitar solos; Greg Loyacano - drums ray cochrane - basses, guitars, bad cello, percussion; Pygmy Beat Extended: Patricia Vogelenzang - vocals Erik - Drums & Percussion; Greg Loyacano - Drums & some guitars; Gerry Steele - most lead guitar solos; ray cochrane - basses, guitars, bad cello, percussion; Rob Green - vocals & lead - Listen Like Brian; Trudy Newell - vocals; Casey Wells - vocals. Miriam & I: Miriam Webb - vocals, arrangements & good cello. ray cochrane - bass, guitar, bad cello, percussion & arrangements. Roland - hand punched programmed drums. The Newlings: Eric Drabwell - vocals, guitars ray cochrane - bass, guitars, cello Bandi - drums
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Folk Rock
Charts
Peak #197
Peak in subgenre #8
Author
Berman Cochrane
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Berman Cochrane
Uploaded
September 02, 2007
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:11
Story behind the song
Originally my poem about the election of a conservative govt. in NSW Terry rejigged & edited the words & came up with the melody. The vast majority of this songs predictions - made in 1986 - have come true with a vengance on a national level.
Lyrics
LYRICS: The Economy’s just another stall In the Government’s laisse faire – 1st line in the original poem. Well we got nowhere with laisse faire before But there’s talk of legislation now to dispossess the poor. Let’s free up the economy the unions think it’s theirs, Deregulate, don’t compensate, You can’t profit from care. Let’s have a Soma* holiday, Around TV sets we’re curled, Bludgeoned by our budgets, Our escape’s another world. When they gave us total freedom, We became their slaves. Conned by corporate cowboys, From the cradle to the grave. & there’s talk of legislation, To outlaw the right to dtrike, Free up the economy, Give production a big hike. Farming barons still cry poormouth, Business slides away off shore, Tell the people on the pension, It’s not easy anymore. Conditions are a hassle, Arbitration is a drag, Devolution means division, & a lower price tag. So, why buy when you can rent it, You need the dining with the lounge to compliment it. Swell your profits & cut your loses, Take all the bets & put ‘em on the tosses. The mortgage belt is bleating, Spending more than it can earn. See tall poppies on the TV, Asset strip us turn by turn. The natures future’s funded, By corporate sleight of hand, & the Q.C.’s cue like vultures, To gorge at this last stand. * The oblivion drug of the masses in Huxley’s A Brave New World
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