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22 Mar 99 - 12:46 PM (#65039) Subject: Lyr Add: HONEST WORK and JOHNEE JINGO (Rundgren) From: Neil Lowe (inactive) Here's the lyrics to two songs by Todd Rundgren, who isn't particularly known as a folkie, but these two offerings from his album "A Capella," sung (you guessed it) a capella, definitely qualify, at least structurally speaking. HONEST WORK I'm not afraid to bend my back I'm not afraid of dirt But how I fear the things I do For lack of honest work. My family is lost to me They could not bear the hurt To see the state their boy is in For lack of honest work. I hold no blame for anyone 'Twas I who did arrange To pay my union dues so I'd Not have to learn or change. And when I was replaced, 'twas I Who started down the hill And drank away my savings 'til I couldn't stop myself. The prophets of a brave new world Captains of industry Have visions grand and great design But none have room for me. They see a world where everyone Is rich and smart and young But if I live to see such things Too late for me they come. I know I'm not the only one To fall beneath the wheel Such company cannot assuage The loneliness I feel. So many are resigned to be Society's debris But I will be remembered for The life life took from me. For I'm not afraid to bend my back I'm not afraid of dirt But how I fear the things I do For lack of honest work. JOHNEE JINGO He was just fifteen, a new trainee He lied about it for the opportunity To defend the border his life was sworn Tho' not a generation was native born. Johnee Jingo, Johnee Jingo He had lost the battle but won the war When the General said he couldn't fight no more He was proud and bitter at what he'd done So he passed it on to his favorite son. Johnee Jingo, Johnee Jingo Jingo don't you fight for me, Jingo don't you speak for me Jingo don't you fight for me, Jingo don't you speak for me To the man who owns the land - we're all the same But when his grip begins to slip Then he'll be calling out your name. Johnee Jingo, Johnee Jingo And the throne the pulpit and the politician Create a thirst for power in the common man It's a taste for blood passed off as bravery Or just patriotism hiding bigotry. Johnee Jingo, Johnee Jingo Jingo don't you speak for me, Jingo don't you fight for me Jingo don't you speak for me, Jingo don't you fight for me And although both tunes are sung a capella someone at this address (sorry, I don't know how to do the blue word thing) http://www.roadkill.com/~todd/tabs/jingo.crd took the time to figure out the key and accompanying chord changes to the last song. Thought-provoking lyrics. Neil
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