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The New America
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A jaunty little number, fully orchestrated and nasty. We're not as free as we think, but we're freer than we act.
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Gilbert Neals new 2013 CD, Dirty Red Pagan. A CD funded in part by a successful Kickstarter campaign. Its pop/soul. Fast numbers, slow ones, ballads, humor and
WHO IS IT? Gilbert Neal. WHAT IS THIS? Gilbert Neal’s new 2013 CD, “Dirty Red Pagan”. A CD funded in part by a successful Kickstarter campaign. WHAT’S THE MUSIC LIKE? It’s pop/soul. Fast numbers, slow ones, ballads, humor and true life stories. Sounds like Stevie Wonder and Steely Dan had a baby and made it listen to David Bowie and the Swingle Singers all its wretched but funky life. WHO’S PLAYING? Gilbert Neal on vocals, piano, guitar and bass. Steve Camilleri on drums, Darrelll Nutt on percussion, Marko Marisic on good guitar parts, and Pamela Henderson on backing vocals. WHAT’S A “DIRTY RED PAGAN”? An anagram of “Andy Partridge”. The great XTC front-man gave his enthusiastic blessing to use that as the CD’s title. It’s an apt one considering the somewhat socialist, somewhat sexual, and somewhat godless messages in the lyrics. WHO IS GILBERT NEAL? A multi-instrumentalist and songwriter. He was born in Buffalo, NY and now lives in Hillsborough, NC. He has performed in many kinds of ensembles through the years. Jazz, theater, funk, 50’s, soul, prog, etc. This is his 4th complete solo work, the previous three being Drink The Beast With Me (2006), “Our Deepest Apathy” (2008) and Vultures and Diamonds (2010). DO YOU FORESEE A TIME WHEN LENNON-MCCARTNEY BECOMES AN ACTIVE SONGWRITING PARTNERSHIP AGAIN? No. WHERE CAN I FIND MORE INFORMATION? Try gilbertneal.com. Also Facebook, etc. as well as videos on Youtube. If you must. WHAT’S THE DREAM? To be the American Susan Boyle.
Song Info
Genre
Pop • Alt-Pop
Charts
Peak #22
Peak in subgenre #1
Author
Gilbert Neal
Rights
2013 Autoholic Friend Music (ASCAP)
Uploaded
February 25, 2013
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MP3 5.6 MB • 128 kbps • 6:09
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This is the new America, this is the new America There is a small container that I'm carrying around, That only holds as much as I can swallow, And lately it occurs to me that we, the people, are not free, Or maybe we're too tired not to follow, The water draining down, the truffle on a string, The jingoistic cattle prod that forces us to sing, That wretched threnody to a long forgotten dream, That comforts the naive, no choice but to believe, Your hand is on your heart, the race is set to start, Your mind is wandering, here comes the easy part, There’s life inside you yes, it starts to bounce around, It’s gonna take some steel for you to stop the sound, Here come the holy ones, here come the holy ones They keep on teaching children things that never really happened, As if to say the truth would be a burden, The lies calcify, and there are blinders on our eyes, And history can't even get a word in, so… We lit the brothers up, we shot the brothers down, We gave the brothers medicine, and helped the brothers drown, We brought the brothers here and then we drove away, They took our insolence and so we took their MLK, Free market uber alles,the police verso, A prison abattoir, sluice for overflow, When did we lose our appetite for being pioneers? Nothing to fear until we fear ourselves, nothing to fear until we fear ourselves… *"You listen to these things," the man was saying, "and you say, 'Yes, they are true, but they have been that way always.' Or you say, 'Maybe it will come, but not in my time—it will not help me.' And so you return to your daily round of toil, you go back to be ground up for profits in the world-wide mill of economic might! To toil long hours for another's advantage; to live in mean and squalid homes, to work in dangerous and unhealthful places; to wrestle with the specters of hunger and privation, to take your chances of accident, disease, and death. And each day the struggle becomes fiercer, the pace more cruel; each day you have to toil a little harder, and feel the iron hand of circumstance close upon you a little tighter. Months pass, years maybe—and then you come again; and again I am here to plead with you, to know if want and misery have yet done their work with you, if injustice and oppression have yet opened your eyes! I shall still be waiting—there is nothing else that I can do. This is the new America. This is the new America. This is the new America. This is the new America. **To realize this great social ideal is a work of education, and organization. The working classes must be aroused. They must be made to hear the trumpet call of solidarity: economic solidarity and political solidarity. One great all-embracing industrial union and one great all-embracing political party, and both revolutionary to the core…
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