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Bitter Bhajan (MWT)
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Ernst Hayim aka "Dilettante" and "Would you Please Stop Talking?" is a song-writer who invests considerable energy in layered lyricism. A rhythmic self-taught g
Ernst Hayim aka "Dilettante" and "Would you Please Stop Talking?" is a song-writer who invests considerable energy in layered lyricism. A rhythmic self-taught guitar player, Ernst also plays the harmonica, keyboards and Appalachian dulcimer. Ernst is also a writer and a teacher. He happens to have graduate degrees in Evolutionary Biology, Genetics, and Economics (in progress).
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Genre
Alternative • Alternative General
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Peak #1
Peak in subgenre #1
Author
Ernst Hayim
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Ernst Hayim
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June 03, 2008
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MP3 5.1 MB • 320 kbps • 2:14
Story behind the song
Title track of sorts. It was intended to sound like the protest music" of the 60's. In typical fashion, it doesn't offer any solutions or exhort you to any action. Just a vituperative rant on faith, politics, morality and the dumbing down of contemporary society.
Lyrics
I'm broken, you're cold on false pretext, sold Not happy anymore since The drugS walked out the door he's black, she's COLD THE SENATOR'S TOO OLD mONKEYS, WHORES AND TROUBADOURS TO THE FLOOR our machines need fuel aND ABoRTIONS NOT COOL GOD'S IN EVERY ROOM sAID THE SIMPLE MINDED FOOL SLIDES HIS TRUCK INTO GEAR, PUTS HIS BRAIN IN THE REAR HE'S BARELY GETTING BY FINDS COMFORT IN a lie Morality decayED 20 different ways Flattened and ground makING ignorant sounds watch me evolve I'm up so high THERE'S No room on this tree all fantasies are free SAID I'M GONNA START a war NOT CERTAIN WHAT ITS FOR yOUR SUIT'S FAST ASLEEP YOU'RE ALREADY SPOKEN FOR mONKEYS, WHORES AND TROUBADOURS ON THE FLOOR STOP TALKING NO ONE'S LISTENING YOUR STORIES ARE A BORE MEET YOUR MAKER HE'S AN UGLY LITTLE PRICK FEEDS ON PRAYERS, hE'S AN EGOMANIAC SO MUCH LIKE YOU to PUT YOUR FAITH IN SOMEONE ELSE is tHe BURDEN TOO HEAVY FOR YOURSELF?
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