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08-14-2006, 04:43 PM | #12 (permalink) | |
Atchin' Akai
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My mind cast back to when you asked about sound recordings on tracks, on another thread. When you posted this one, I could imagine in my minds eye...the intro having young upper-middle class dinner table style chatter (including horsey type, haw haw laughter...if you get the drift.) on the subject of your song...like an example of the point you want to make. And then it fading out for the music. I have an over active imagination. |
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08-15-2006, 11:30 AM | #13 (permalink) |
They call me Tundra Boy
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So I've got two choruses for it, both with the same tune. My idea is to have the main part of the song being about the action of of colonisation, writing it from within history and painting the typical selfish colonial picture of going over and stealing etc... but past the halfway mark, the song will become about how we have benefitted from that colonisation and will start to pose the idea that actually, we might be hypocrites to live a daily life which benefits from those past actions while condemning those same actions. Give the song a twist .
An hundred days On a creaking wooden ship Unfriendly waves A punishment for vision In distant climes There's hidden wealth Which we will find Then we might feed our children well We did not come for glory We did not come for fame We came from the depths of poverty In the hope our lives would change Escape a life of debtors Of living hand to mouth Of mispelled begging letters (And something that rhymes here... doodoodoo) We came here To colonise We see this land Through hungry eyes We will take What we can take Now our ethics and god Are far away So far away Now I stake my claim over land that is not mine Please allow this act of theft, to be forgotten over time Now I stake my claim over land that is not mine Please allow this act of theft, to be forgotten over time To renounces these evils We would be hypocrites While we are cradled By the benefits When you grip that mobile In that righteous fist Remind yourself "It was exploitation that paid for this" And its not just about the right-on hippy-rich, although it applies to them best. |
08-15-2006, 05:47 PM | #14 (permalink) |
They call me Tundra Boy
Join Date: Sep 2005
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Bump.
C'mon guys. Lets get Tom a bit of help here... ... then I can get this song out of the way and work on my next masterpiece, for which I already have a title. It'll be called. "Sweaty mosh pits make Rock Chicks wet" And you know you want to help out with that one. |
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