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God Save The Hungry
04:48
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Am I an agitator for not thinking it's cool
That some were born to sufer while some were born to rule?
Well does that make me a traitor? Before you toss that word around
Pleae understand
That I love this land of mine
And yeah, it's true God ain't my thing
But if he was, I'd rather sing
For all of the refugees
Perishing in foreign seas
Those bodies washed up on the shores
Were fleeing our state-sponsored wars
And our leader sees nothing wrong
So I wrote him a brand new song
Chorus:
God save the hungry and God save the poor
God save those desperate souls who's lives were torn apart by war
God save the homeless and those with disabilities
And all the other targets of this heartless ideology
There's a long and shameful list
Of folks we need God to assist
But those who sleep in palaces at night, I think they're doing alright
And Britain could be greater if it had fairness at its heart
Yeah this nation all together is more than the sum of its parts
But they'll call you a traitor for even daring to believe
A sleight of hand
From those who bleed this land dry
And yeah, it's true God ain't my thing
But if he was, I'd rather sing
For all of the refugees
Perishing in foreign seas
Those bodies washed up on the shores
Were fleeing our state-sponsored wars
And our leader sleeps sound at night
Cos he's got all the lyrics right so
(Chorus)
So give me a song that won't stick in my throat
If you agree the only power we should respect is that come from a vote
So give me a song that won't stick in my throat
To see our millionnaire politicians say we're all in the same boat
And yeah, it's true God ain't my thing
But if he was, I'd rather sing
For all of the refugees
Perishing in foreign seas
Those bodies washed up on the shores
Were fleeing our state-sponsored wars
And our leader sees nothing wrong
So raise your voices, sing along yeah
(Chorus)
And my gratitude to all the brave
Soldiers spinning in their grave
To see the Eton Mess that Dave
Made of the sacrifice they gave
To tear apart the Welfare State
And all that ever made Britain great
While those who sleep in palaces tonight
They're still doing alright
Yea, they're still doing alright
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I don't watch PMQs as often as you might expect
I only live-tweet Question Time for comedic effect
I've never Virginia Woolf, or any Bertolt Brecht
And nobody knows that I'm a fraud
It's often been alleged that I'm as hard-left as can be
But my idea of "edgy" is an unknown brand of tea
And I'm not even veggige, let alone dairy free
And nobody knows that I'm a fraud
But I'll get up underneath the lights until I feel adored
And I'll never tell you anything I think you won't applaud
Oh it might not always be the truth, but it will have three chords
Nobody knows that I'm a fraud
Well dressing how I do I find I often get mistook
By graphic novel fans who judge me on the way I look
But I just like Batman shirts, I've never read a comic book
Nobody knows that I'm a fraud
When people call me a musician that makes my palms perspire
I took Grade I piano, and I never got no higher
If I didn't have this capo then you'd all see I'm a liar
Nobody knows that I'm a fraud
And some days I get so scared that we're losing
And some days I'm just so sure we'll never win
And some days I get so knackered from refusing to let that in
Well some days life feels like a play that you have not rehearsed
But one thing's true of all of us sharing this universe
Is we could all be doing better and we could all be doing worse
And everyone you know feels like a fraud
So come on and get up underneath the lights until you feel adored
But never tell them anything you think they won't applaud
Oh it might not always be the truth but it will have three chords
Nobody knows that I'm a fraud
Oh it might not always be the truth but it wil have three chords
And I guess I'll take up spoken word when I run out of chords
Because nobody knows that I'm a fraud
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I've Had Worse
03:31
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I hope that you find what you're looking for
But I don't think that I'm what you're looking for
And I didn't want to write this song about you
You don't know how I hoped my friends were wrong about you
And it was tale as old as time, beauty and the best laid plans
Of mine that I lay to rest
And I don't think its such a crime, but I wish that you'd confessed
That you liked me better when you knew me less
And that's alright darling, I've had worse
Yeah I'll survive darling, I've had worse
It's just a footnote in the book, it's not a chapter or a verse
It's not the end of the universe
I've had worse
And there's no regret, you can save your sympathy
Since we met, darling I've been talking you into me
And you don't know I hoped my friends were wrong about you
They said "you'll only end up writing songs about her"
And it was tale as old as time, beauty and the best laid plans
Of mine that I lay to rest
And it happens all the time, honey I'd suggest
You just liked me better when you knew me less
And I know there's untouched hearts out there waiting
Like freshly fallen snow upon the drive
To bear the scars forever of your footprints
Folks who won't make it out of loving you alive
But me, I knew a girl like you, and I survived
And it was tale as old as time, beauty and the best laid plans
Of mine that I lay to rest
You'd have saved us both some time honey if you'd just confessed
That you liked me better when you knew me less
I think you liked me better when you knew me less
And when you knew me better you just liked me less
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Pride
04:02
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Well we're a long way from the Stonewall Inn
I'm standintg on this platform, no one's stopping me to sing
But there's a multitude of sins can hide behind your hashtag
Tell me again how love wins
Well there's nothing new about this rage
It's a war that's always waged
Like how no one bats an eye that when fifty of us die
And it doesn't even make the Daily Mail front page
Well sometimes, it's like an uphill climb
Yeah sometimes, it's like an uphill climb
But I'm right by your side
And that's what we call pride
And I know you don't want to face the fact
That each and every day we're still being attacked
And sometimes it's by guns, and sometimes it's by words
And sometimes it's by the North Carolina Bathroom Act
And we're the same as everyone
We're all under the same sun
But if you're trying to suggest this is just about the West
We've spent our whole lives looking down the barrel of that gun
And the love we have each other
Will defeat the hate we suffer
You're my sisters, brothers, and all that's in between
And if everything that I'm made of
Was fashioned by your God above
It was Him that gave this kind of love to me
And that's why we need pride
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Departures
05:26
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Another morning that you're stirring at the crack of dawn
I lie there doing nothing, flinching when the light comes on
You're checking things against a list to make sure nothing has been missed
Your passport and your boarding pass
You always leave them out til last
And I'm puffy eyed and I'm not much use
But you manage to be patient as you pass my shoes
Another morning that we're rushing out into the car
The day will come when we leave in enough time but it's not so far
So in the midst of all of this, I forget to steal a kiss
To hold your hand and tell you you don't understand how you'll be missed
So I hang around til you've checked your bags
You won't get rid of me til security
And you hold my dreams with yours
And I hold yours too because
I will take my chances
On your wood shoe dances
Cos nothing else makes sense the way this does
It's the life we have chosen
It's the life that has chosen us
So take care darling then and let me know you land okay
I'll head back home and watch my phone until I know you got there safe
And then we'll steal a moment now and then
To hear each other's voice again
Adding up the hours ahead
To talk before we go to bed
And it's the same old words for the same old love
That never quite feel big enough
And we'll do the best we can
With faces on a screen
But it's more gigantic
Than the whole Atlantic
And any other ocean in beween
Not the love I have chosen
But the love that has chosen me
So I'll keep the homefires burning darling waiting for your return
And soon enough the time will come to pack my bags and take my turn
But no amount of sky any water stands between the bricks and mortar
Where my true love's flesh and bones, that will always be my home
And we'll make our own mistakes
Just like everyone does
You can take your chances,
I don't have the answers
But we'll work it out as we go on because
It's the love we have chosen, it's the love that has chosen us
So just let me know when you land okay
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I don't believe that aliens have ever come to earth and are buried in the desert by the feds
I know that there is no tooth fairy flying around at night, just loving parents putting money in those beds
and as for homoeopathy well it's not my cup of tea but on your right to believe I will insist because who's to say what's really real still I can't help but feel I wish the Guardian believed that I exist
There's no such thing as a protest singer
we don't have none of those
no there's no such thing as a protest singer we lost them when the mines all closed
I know you miss the good old days of picket lines and flags
When the Specials and the Jam all ruled the charts
but if you're really looking for this generation's Billy Bragg's
We are all here with a fire in our hearts
But we're not on the radio because they don't want to know and by this point it's really pretty clear that the mainstream music press they just couldn't care less but it's the Guardian that keeps shouting we're not here
I know you like to think that no one does it like you did and in 1989 the needle just got stuck but just because the system is changed it doesn't mean you've got the monopoly on giving a fuck
Because we all unemployed that housing market you've enjoyed is suspended by the renting of the youth
We've had our wages squeezed, fifty grand tuition fees so let me let you in on the unspoken truth:
That there's no such thing as a protest singer, no it's a made up thing
There's no such thing as a protest singer because there's politics in everything we sing
Oh there's no such thing as a protest singer against austerity
No there's no such thing as a protest singer cos I can't find them in the NME
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