Something of a different format today. With all the looting kicking off in London, I decided to make a quick recording of this song of mine. It’s called “Chance”. We are seeing in Britain the first e-riots – the riots in “civilized” countries that are orchestrated by Blackberry and Twitter. Interesting to note that e-riots is an anagram of Tories…
Chance – by Matt Wingett – (recorded on a cheap field recorder.)
The lyrics are:
In the old town the young men are shrugging their shoulders
Looks like they’ve killed another kid won’t make it to another year older
And they’re dragging the canal looking for the passing of angels
But they don’t stand a chance coz angels don’t leave prints where they walk
And the kids gathered round to throw stones
Are laughing at the uniforms
Waiting for a shot in the air
Like they’ve been waiting all along…
Well, down the shopping mall, the kids have kicked in another window
That spoke the buying sensation, only high they’ll ever know
And over-the-counter-culture the old rebel’s cash till rings
Filled with the forged notes of the songs he don’t believe but still sings
And the kids’ faces pressed to the glass
Of the stores are politely ignored
That old come-on: “Not till you’re like us
Will we allow you to climb on board.”
And: “Everybody’s equal in the eyes of the dollar”
Is the cry of the businessman
“But if you are not buying, then you are worth nothing to me, and for you I couldn’t give a damn.
And I will not respect you, until you have learned the lesson taken from the First Book of Finance
The parable I’m preaching’s called the Yardstick of Possession, says the worthless don’t deserve a chance
Not a chance, not a chance…”
Well, there’s an opening party on the new side of town
Where they built the shopping complex, everyone’s come down
But the kids who kicked the windows, well they’ve all been locked out
They couldn’t raise the cash… instead they raise the shout:
“If we can’t buy our self respect, we’ll steal it from you instead
And though you may try to deny, some of the blame’s gonna fall on your head…”
Coz… etc
