Birth the song and weave the words
Nurse the chorus, knead the verse
Don't need to rehearse, or fix yourself first
Just get it out there, man, do your worst
Throw it at the wall and see what sticks
Don't need to be Hendrix, just grab your pick
And fire up some licks
Set your click to tick, tock, tick
And let the bass drop when the kick drum... kicks
You can do it by the book,
Or by hook or by crook
Just let the stream flow like a babbling brook
Just keep it moving in that groove,
Got nothing to prove
Soothe the savage beast within with a sound so... smooth
Birth the song and weave the words
Nurse the chorus, knead the verse
Don't need to rehearse, or fix yourself first
Just get it out there, man, do your worst
They don't care, and they never did
Don't be surprised when they sell you down
Down the river again
I for one don't want to live in a world bereft
You chase the artists out of town what do you have left?
They say they don't believe in soul
Well, they don't seem to have one
Yet they gained the world hoarding gold like a dragon
They want drones on their iPhones
Consuming and not creating
Divide and conquer, debating and deliberating
Reactions, not actions
Warring facts, warring factions
Mindless breeders who follow the leaders
Elitist deceivers, liars and cheaters
Birth the song and weave the words
Nurse the chorus, knead the verse
Don't need to rehearse, or fix yourself first
Just get it out there, man, do your worst
credits
released June 17, 2021
Many thanks to Nathaniel Myers a.k.a Moosh Wah for playing the organ, and for mastering duties, and to Barndog Dixon for providing the one bit of sampled speech I actually had permission for (!). Everything else recorded, arranged and produced by Jamie B Sings.
The intro speech comes from a letter written by Kurt Vonnegut to the students and teacher of a school, and is read by Sir Ian McKellen.