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One man went to mow (his mates down with a gun) Thanks to Graham Hodges for the lyrics
punk rock folk groove celtic accordion fiddle fretless political english jigs leftwing tut tricks upon travellers knocker boys
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An eclectic collection of songs taking in most styles of music from acoustic folk to jazz, heavy rock and orchestral ballads.
TUT started in the early 1990s playing a punk folk hybrid. A politically aware band we wrote all our own material and had a good deal of critical (if not financial!) success with our first 3 CDs - "Cillataped", "The Last Fish Supper" and "Where the Skeletons Dance" - with an appearance at Glastonbury the high spot. One thing which was a constant was the need to entertain. No-one wants to be slapped round the face with a wet fish polemic so we made sure we always communicated with the audience (mind you at some gigs we could have gone round and had individual conversations although I was always disappointed the one man never brought his dog). The band lost Grahame Hobbs (singer) and Mark Knight (fiddle) in 2001 and with me the only original band member left the last CD "From another Plaice" was a real departure from the previous "in yer face" style - Much more acoustic and darker both musically and lyrically. TUT2 folded in 2003 and since then I've been writing and recording with various people and in our "virtual" band The Phobias with Richard Marris. Mostly cheerful stuff like murder and corruption. I've also been working once again with TUT's old singer Graeme Hobbs on a series of contemporary rock operas and contributing songs to a campaign to keep a London housing estate from being bulldozed by the council and replaced by luxury flats
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#2,062 in subgenre Peak #34
Charts
Peak #166
Author
Graham Hodges / Dick Langford
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Graham Hodges / Dick Langford
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August 26, 2008
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MP3 4.5 MB 128 kbps 4:57
Story behind the song
Sometimes it all gets too much
Lyrics
It's not personal I don't hate you It's the way of the system It's the thing to do Gotta have more money So you'll see my worth Just look at what I show you Not the reality or birth Standing there and I shoot 'em up Piss on my patch and I shoot 'em up Drinking my beer and I shoot 'em up Not going to stab em I shoot 'em up I don't like you any more shoot 'em up You don't know the score shoot 'em up You're taking the piss shoot 'em up And I've had it up to here shoot 'em up You're not paying attention Gotta have more fame You are so not listening It's how you play the game If I do it this way It commands respect And you will make me famous Remember they're you rules Standing there and I shoot 'em up Piss on my patch and I shoot 'em up Drinking my beer and I shoot 'em up Not going to stab em I shoot 'em up I don't like you any more shoot 'em up You don't know the score shoot 'em up You're taking the piss shoot 'em up And I've had it up to here shoot 'em up You'll hate what you're doing You will all hate the result But you won't have power to stop it You're such a dozy get Ok there's some victims “He's guilty,” you will scream Who will tame the monster Make us safe from this extreme Standing there and I shoot 'em up Piss on my patch and I shoot 'em up Drinking my beer and I shoot 'em up Not going to stab em I shoot 'em up Can you really not spell irony You'll feed me lots of fame Can't you see the joke I'm an ordinary bloke
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