Lyr Add: Another brexit song

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Another brexit song
From: GUEST,Jack Warshaw
Date: 04 Oct 19 - 09:57 AM

Up to date Lyrics: "The Day You Sold Your Soul"
I've been rewriting the final verse every week as the saga develops.


The Day You Sold Your Soul Music and lyrics ©Jack Warshaw 2019


You read it in the papers, you watched it on TV
You followed it on Twitter, repeated endlessly
A simple little slogan, it read "Take back control"
You thought you cast your vote, but you really sold your soul
                                                   
You sold away your freedoms that sweat and tears have won
You sold your children's birthright for tens of years to come
You sold a wealth of nations, joined in harmony
For lies and empty promises that can never come to be

Now they show true colours, hauled up on the mast
Stand up for Queen and country, marching forward- to the past
Soaring prices, lower wages, your money sunk to hell
Hurry to the auction 'till there's nothing left to sell

The beggars' bowl is brought before the bandits at the gate
Hoping stupid Uncle Sam will make Britannia great
A power-hungry President wears a twisted grin
The victor gets the spoils, you've been hooked and rooked again.

Now Bozo and the billionaires still defend the fraud
They've already moved their cash to safer shores abroad
They tell you "It's the people's will," while they bleed you dry
And never give a damn if you live or how you die.

So, merry old Britannia, what will become of thee?
Will you stand for rule of law and uphold democracy?
Will our people come together, rise up and take control?
And break the band of Bozos who've come to claim your soul?

You read it in the papers, you watched it on TV
You followed it on Twitter, repeated endlessly
A simple little slogan, it read "Take back control"
The day you cast your vote, was the day you sold your soul.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Another brexit song
From: GUEST,Jack Warshaw
Date: 04 Oct 19 - 09:54 AM

Lyrics: "Little Britain" hear at: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4ZDwnSK7HSSFG84GBT5SMK


Little Britain © Jack Warshaw 2016
Tune: Little Stream of Whiskey (Doc Watson)

Oh, give me back the good old days when Britannia ruled the waves
And built a mighty empire on colonies and slaves
We were stuck in Europe, but now we can be free
Back in Little Britain the way it used to be

I believed in Little Britain the way it used to be
Fish and chips, wooden ships and folk all drinking tea
We all cried cheers and drank warm beer and acted so polite
Life was so delightful, and people looked alike

We all hate the Euro, foie gras and ratatouille
We all hate cappuccino, frogs legs and chablis
They all smell like garlic their grub's a bleeding farce
They can stuff their bleeding horse meat, right up their bleeding arse

I believed in Little Britain the way it used to be
Cricket bats, bowler hats and folk all drinking tea
We all cried cheers and drank warm beer and acted so polite
Life was so delightful, and people looked alike

In days of old when knights were bold and peasants knew their place
Smeared in Woad, but underneath were awfully pure of race
Those Romans, Vikings, Saxons, who plundered, raped and stayed
They were all so pleasant, not like immigrants today

I believed in Little Britain the way it used to be
Mother Goose, the hangman's noose and folk all drinking tea
Up with ruling classes, down with Brussels bourgeoisie
I believed in Little Britain so I voted O-U-T.

I believed in jolly Boris, good old Nigel was true Brit
But they fucked off like cowards and left us in the shit
Now Boris is in government, the shit has hit the fan.
The joker in the pack, has screwed us once again.

I believed in Little Britain I thought I was true blue
Till I found out the Brexiteers are bonkers through and through
Now just like little lemmings they soon will have their wish
When sorry Little Britain is falling off a cliff.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Another brexit song
From: GUEST,Bradfordian
Date: 07 Jan 19 - 03:31 PM

Was experimenting with dictation :-(
Line 1 rolling SEA
Line 5 FUNNEL line
Line 10 FUNNEL line

Doh!

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Another brexit song
From: GUEST,Bradfordian
Date: 07 Jan 19 - 03:03 PM

Phil sings “Margate” but I’m wondering if it is meant to be “Ramsgate”

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Another brexit song
From: Steve Gardham
Date: 07 Jan 19 - 03:00 PM

Great stuff.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Another brexit song
From: bradfordian
Date: 07 Jan 19 - 02:14 PM

The No-Funnel Line ( Lyrics by Les Barker, tune: Grey Funnel Line- as performed by Phil Beer)

Don’t mind the wind or the rolling to see
the weary night never worries me
don’t mind the storms, don’t fear the squalls
because we’ve got no ships at all
there’s room below on the no funne line

a chap called Grayling called around
and gave us £13 million
and in his haste he failed to spot
the things we need but haven’t got
there’s room below on the no final line

One day they’ll come, the HGVs
down Through the town and along the quays
and down the ramp all unaware
to find the ferry but it’s not there
there’s room below on the no funnel line

there is I fear no way to wend
our way from Margate to Ostend
Our name may well be Seaborne freight
but without a boat, we are buggered mate
there’s room below on the no funnel line

Oh lord, if dreams were only real
We’d make a fortune from a no-deal
one final toast, please raise your drinks
as Miss Titanic slowly sinks
there’s room below on the no funnel line

and as we slip beneath the sea
the band will play “abide with me”
and barely yards from Blighty’s shore
we’ll sail the no funnel line no more
we’ll sail the no funnel line no more

Copyright Les Barker

If anyone spots any typos, please feel free to update.

Bradfordian

Subject: Lyr Add: Another brexit song
From: GUEST,Bradfordin
Date: 16 Dec 18 - 04:36 PM

(To "Bushes and Briars")lyrics by Janet Russell

Through Brexit mud and mire
I lately lost my way
Through Brexit mud and mire
I lately lost my way
All for to gain control of laws
Of borders and of trade

I overheard the people
Cry out in fear and pain
Of food banks, zero hours
And calling out for change
Long time have we been waiting for
The coming of a change.

Sometimes I am uneasy
And troubled in my mind
That the poor are growing poorer
No comfort can they find
But the rich grow rich and richer still
And leave us all behind

But if I should go to the rich
All for to have my say
And if I should go to the rich
The rich they would say “nay”
If I told them they should share their wealth
They’d ne’er hear me again

Through Brexit mud and mire
We lately lost our way
Instead of making changes
In housing, work and pay
Long time have we been waiting for
Fair housing, work and pay

My Adaptation of the above:

Through Brexit mud and mire
I lately lost my way
All for to gain control
Of borders, laws and trade
All for to gain control
Of borders laws and trade

I overheard the people cry
The time has come for change
Long time have we been waiting for
The coming of a change.
Long time have we been waiting for
The coming of a change.

Sometimes I am uneasy
And troubled in my mind
That the poor are growing poorer
No comfort can they find
But the rich grow rich and richer
And leave us all behind

But if I should go to the rich
All for to have my say
If I told them they should share their wealth
They’d ne’er hear me again
If I told them they should share their wealth
They’d ne’er hear me again

Through Brexit mud and mire
We lately lost our way
Instead of making changes
In housing, work and pay
Long time have we been waiting for
Fair housing, work and pay