Friday, December 19, 2008

money

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Well I hope you find your way
Through every heart wrenching day
With all those shitty decisions that you make
Hell I know the games, I know the games you play

So do you think you got enough time
To open all of your uranium mines
Before yes you go and you poison us all
You know your profit man it's gonna take its toll

And I don't know who you are
I don't know where you come from
I just know it is to hell you're going cos
You pollute everything with you big business
And i know it's all for your money
Hell yeah, all for your money
All for your money
Tell me man it's all for your money

So go now you go and you rape this Earth
You take her for what you think she'd worth
But you take and you take and you
take til there's nothing left
I don't call that business, I call that theft

So who do the Hell do you think you are
Why do you got to take things so far
You know you screw the Earth and then
you look towards the stars
Tell me man why do you got to take things so far

And I don't know who you are
I don't know where you come from
I just know it is to hell you're going cos
You ruin everything with you big business
And i know it's all for your money

All for your money
Sweeter than honey
All for your Money
Tell me man can you eat your money
Tell me man can you eat your money
Cos that's what's gonna be left,
that's what's gonna be left
So tell me man can you eat your money

Business man with your uranium mine,
will you gain a conscience
Politician man, there in your Government,
will you gain a conscience
Media man with all your newspapers,
Who lies must gain a conscience
Prime Minister with all our apathy,
will you GAIN A CONSCIENCE!


John Butler rules.

4 comments:

  1. Bob Wilson, Anchorman20 December, 2008 21:07

    ouch!
    That's awful
    There must be a sixth form missing a 'poet' somewhere.

    It did put me in mind of Half Man Half Biscuit's diatribe against the evils of the world called Song for Europe:

    Go forth, set out your stall
    And strike those down, that dare to start a war
    Yeah war, we want no more
    They do no good
    For the money you spend
    On a nuclear bomb
    You could buy some sense and knock it into them that rule
    My soul’s burning with desire
    A desire to see this land all happy and nice
    No love, no peace
    K-now love, k-now peace
    Where there is no love, there will be no peace
    But get to know love and you’ll know peace

    ...they were taking the piss though.

    be seeing you

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  2. I generally find poetry to be trite/glib/conceited/pretentious/crap. I have yet to experience contemporary poetry that isn't. With song lyrics, the music and the singer's inflection makes much more of the words than simple lines on paper. I listened to the Half Man Half Biscuit track and it sounds shit. No emotion, no passion, no talent. Whereas JBT have all three. I posted the lyrics because they are particularly pertinent. You have to listen to them sung, though. That's why I linked to the track on LstFM.

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  3. I bet you buy soup in cartons, not in tins.

    I should charge you for this:
    http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=WG_gv7YzIzY&feature=related
    http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=IxR0JY-FMh8

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  4. I buy soup in tins if I don't make it myself.

    I still don't understand your love of HMHB. They're just a novelty act without much talent.

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