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Gonna Rise Again
03:01
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I remember the day my granddaddy died
Gone, gonna rise again
We dug his grave on the mountainside
Gone, gonna rise again
I was too young to understand
The way he felt about the land
But you could read his story in the lines on his hands
Gone, gonna rise again
Corn on the cob and apples in the bin
Gone, gonna rise again
Ham in the smokehouse, cotton in the gin
Gone, gonna rise again
Cows in the barn and pigs in the lot
You know, he never had a lot
But he worked like a devil for the little that he got
Gone, gonna rise again
Apple trees on the mountainside
Gone, gonna rise again
He planted the seeds before he died
Gone, gonna rise again
I guess he knew he never would see
The ripe, red fruit hanging from the tree
But he planted the seeds for his children and me
Gone, gonna rise again
High on a ridge above the farm
Gone, gonna rise again
I think of my people that have gone on
Gone, gonna rise again
Like trees that grows in the mountain ground
The storms of life have cut them down
But the new wood springs from the roots in the ground
Gone, gonna rise again
Gone, gonna rise again
Gone, gonna rise again
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McDonalds for the Mind
02:59
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There’s herrings and there's elephants
Red and white respectively
False flags and smoke screens
The modern day mystery
Our eyes are locked on prizes
Now the chase has become tantalising
Like cats and dogs with mirror-balls
And laser pens reflecting in
And we’re taking it all - right in
We let them supersize these lies
And we’re happily ingesting them
McDonalds for the mind
A little glitter for the eyes
Contortion for the soul
Restricted and controlled
Is it not truth that we’re supposed to see
In the papers and on TV screens
Are the people really blind to these
Hidden agendas and the fat cats’ pipe dreams?
Our chosen motivations
In consequential situations
Overlooked by wide and dazzled eyes
Celebrity obsessed and pacified
And we’re taking it all - right in
We let them supersize these lies
And we’re happily ingesting them
Mcdonalds for the mind
Glitter for the eyes
Contortion for the soul
Restricted and controlled
And we’re taking it all - right in
We let them airbrush out the lies
So theres no need for them to compromise
On McDonalds for the mind
There’s Herrings and there's elephants
Red and white respectively
False flags and smoke screens
The modern day mystery…
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Spring Wind
05:18
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Big Steamers
02:59
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"OH, where are you going to, all you Big Steamers,
With England's own coal, up and down the salt seas? "
"We’re going to fetch you your bread and your butter,
Your beef, pork, and mutton, eggs, apples, and cheese."
"And where will you fetch it from, all you Big Steamers,
And where shall I write you when you are away? "
"We’ll fetch it from Melbourne, Quebec, and Vancouver.
Address us at Hobart, Hong-kong, and Bombay."
"But if anything happened to all you Big Steamers,
And suppose you were wrecked up and down the salt sea?"
"Why, you'd have no coffee or bacon for breakfast,
And you'd have no muffins or toast for your tea."
"Then I'll pray for fine weather for all you Big Steamers
For little blue billows and breezes so soft."
"Oh, billows and breezes don't bother Big Steamers:
We're iron below and steel-rigging aloft."
"Then I'll build a new lighthouse for all you Big Steamers,
With plenty wise pilots to pilot you through."
"Oh, the Channel's as bright as a ball-room already,
And pilots are thicker than pilchards at Looe."
"Then what can I do for you, all you Big Steamers,
Oh, what can I do for your comfort and good?"
"Send out your big warships to watch your big waters,
That no one may stop us from bringing you food."
For the bread that you eat and the biscuits you nibble,
The sweets that you suck and the joints that you carve,
Are brought to you daily by All Us Big Steamers
And if any one hinders our coming YOU WILL STARVE!
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5. |
Black Mirror's Got You
07:04
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Black Mirror’s got you
It’s got you right by your glazed over eyes
I know you think I mean somebody else but if you look at yourself
You might be surprised
Black Mirror’s got you
By the fingers and the brain
If your great-grandmother watched you for an evening
Heard the stories you’re believing
She’d think you’re insane
She’d see you walking around with your head down
You don’t even know the way around your own hometown
If you misplace it for a minute
Have you seen the way you fidget?
Just like Gollum after losing his ring
Black Mirror’s got you
And where exactly have your manners gone
You interrupt a good conversation at the whim of a vibration
D’you forget about your answer-phone?
Black Mirror’s got you
Its merest bleep gives you a visible rush
It know exactly where you’ve been
And the things that it’s seen
Would make the pope blush
She’d see you out in public
Eyes down, hands tied
You don’t even give a nod to those you’re sitting beside
In this age of isolation
Total digital segregation
Connecting people seems to divide
Black Mirror’s got you
It’s got you right by the mugshot
Every selfie that you snap
With that cool new app
Is being rented out from profit by a robot
Black Mirror’s got you
It’s got you right by your diminishing attention span
Hooked on endorphin anaesthesia
Like a goldfish with amnesia
Posting pictures of your breakfast on your instagram
When you’re scrolling for distraction through your timeline
It seems that all your friends are having a better time
But when you jude your darkest nights by deftly edited highlights
Comparisons are rarely benign
Black Mirror’s got you
It’s got you right by the scruff of your neck
It’s directing your perspective
Imperceptibly affecting your opinions
What did you expect?
Black Mirror’s got you
Whether you like it or not
Transfixed by what you read
On your own twitter feed
You’ve ended up with a despot
It doesn’t matter what shape, brand or size
We’re all lapping up our own bespoke cocktail of lies
Mr Orwell tried to warn us
But the the apps, the maps, the porn have got us
Lining up to buy ourselves
Big Brother’s eyes
Black Mirror’s got you
It’s got you right by the data-stream
It sells behavioural predictions
And iris recognition
It’s a totalitarian dream
Black Mirror’s got you
It’s got you right by the small-print
With language so hard to grip
But just so easy to skip
That we unquestioningly give our “consent”
Do you never get the feeling that we’re all being groomed
Are you really the consumer or just being consumed
In this dilatory stage
Of the Chicken Bone Age
The product they’re trading is you.
©Jez Hellard 2021
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6. |
The Joy of Living
05:25
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Farewell, you northern hills, you mountains all goodbye
Moorlands and stony ridges, crags and peaks, goodbye
Glyder Fach farewell, Cul Beagh, Scafell, cloud-bearing Suilven
Sun-warmed rocks and the cold of Bleaklow’s frozen sea
The wind and the rain and the snows from hills and mountains
Days in the sun and the tempered wind and the air like wine
And you drink and you drink till you're drunk on the joy of living
Farewell to you, my love, my time is almost done
Lie in my arms once more until the darkness comes
You filled all my days, held the night at bay, dearest companion
Years pass by and they're gone with the speed of birds in flight
Our lives like the verse of a song heard in the mountains
Give me your hand and love and join your voice with mine
And we'll sing of the hurt and the pain and the joy of living
Farewell to you, my chicks, soon you must fly alone
Flesh of my flesh, my future life, bone of my bone
May your wings be strong may your days be long safe be your journey
Each of you bears inside of you the gift of love
May it bring you light and warmth and the pleasure of giving
Eagerly savour each new day and the taste of its mouth
Never lose sight of the thrill and the joy of living
Take me to some high place of heather, rock and ling
Scatter my dust and ashes, feed me to the wind
So that I may be part of all you see, the air you are breathing
I'll be part of the curlew's cry and the soaring hawk
The blue milkwort and the sundew hung with diamonds
I'll be riding the gentle breeze as it blows through your hair
Reminding you how we shared in the joy of living
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Foodbanks & Ferraris
03:26
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Do you remember the time, we crossed the poverty line
And the sun shone on those in the shade
Our grandfathers fought and the vision they sought
Was a helping hand from cradle to grave
But now that’s all over, and long been forgot
And the profits all go to the men at the top
And the promises of 45 are just broken dreams and lies
Foodbanks and Ferraris on the rise
They say times are tough and there isn’t enough
To pay the poor the sick and so on
But the profits still flow and the bonuses grow
And we all know where the money has gone.
Those robber barons in their ivory towers
Are eating the fruits of what could’ve been ours.
Foodbanks and Ferraris on the rise
The gap between your place & mine gets wider every day
You pay the press, you pay for votes to make sure it stays that way
Foodbanks and Ferraris on the rise
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8. |
Home By Christmas
04:59
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Now Westlin Winds
04:47
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Now westlin winds and slaught’ring guns
Bring Autumn's pleasant weather
The moorcock springs on whirring wings
Among the blooming heather
Now waving grain, wlde o'er the plain
Delights the weary farmer
And the moon shines bright as I rove at night
To muse upon my charmer.
The partridge loves the fruitful fells
The plover loves the mountains
The woodcock haunts the lonely dells
The soaring tern the fountains
Through lofty groves the cushat roves
The path of man to shun it
The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush
The spreading thorn the linnet
Thus every kind their pleasure find
The savage and the tender
Some social join, and leagues combine
Some solitary wander
Avaunt, away, the cruel sway
Tyrannic man's dominion
The sportsman's joy, the murd’ring cry
The flutt’ring gory pinion
But Peggy dear, the evening's clear
Thick files the skimming swallow
The sky is blue, the field's in view
All fading green and yellow
Come let us stray our gladsome way
And view the charms of Nature
The rustling corn, the fruited thorn
And ev’ry happy creature
We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk
Till the silent moon shines clearly
I'll grasp thy waist and, fondly prest
Swear how I love thee dearly
Not vernal show’rs to budding flow’rs
Not autumn to the farmer
So dear can be as thou to me
My fair, my lovely charmer.
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10. |
For the Sake of Day
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12. |
For Mr. Thomas
03:22
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13. |
October Song
05:04
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As gentle tides go rolling by,
Along the salt sea strand
Their colours blend and roll as one
Together in the sand.
And often do the winds entwine
To send their distant call,
The quiet joys of brotherhood,
And love is lord of all.
The oak and weed together rise,
Along the common ground.
The mare and stallion, light and dark,
Have thunder in their sound.
The rainbow sign, the blended flower
That hold my heart in thrall.
The quiet joys of brotherhood,
And love is lord of all.
But man has come to plough the tide,
The oak lies on the ground.
I hear their fires in the fields,
That drive the stallion down.
The roses bleed, both red and white,
The winds do seldom call.
The running sands recall the time
When love was lord of all.
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Jez Hellard & The Djukella Orchestra London, UK
Potent songs, silky double-bass, fiery fiddling and smoking harmonicas.
Jez Hellard & The
Djukella Orchestra play a rich mongrel mix of folk music, from jigs, reels and rebel ballads to tango, rhumba and reggae.
Virtuoso musicianship, conscious poetry; from dance tunes to rebel ballads, sweet love songs to powerful politics and passionate improvisation.
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