Posted by: David Harley | July 4, 2023

Paper City revisited

backup:

Rough mix, for the present, and possibly forever, since I’m currently recording a more ambitious version with David Higgen. The updated lyric (finally!) is added below.

A cheerful rock ‘n’ roll-ish ditty about the breakdown of the global economy, written in the very early 80s. These days I wonder which will go first: the economy, or the globe.

I woke up with my mind’s eye facing your direction:
I looked hard and I saw you needed help.
You’re choking on paper and tape and legislation,
But you can’t produce one thing to help yourself.

Paper city at the heart of a paper empire:
You’ve got strings to pull, you’ve got wires all over the earth.
Sky-climbing parasite, concrete and paper jungle,
You’ve got money to burn, but I know you’d rather freeze to death.

You’ve got stacks of stocks and shares and bonds:
You’ve got telephone and telex,databank and dateline too.
But you can’t produce as much as one lead pencil,
Or a bar of soap, or a rubber band to pull you through.

The media twitch at the flash of a freemason’s handshake:
Speeches are made and the punters gather round;
Paper politicians and faceless company men,
Taking the pulse of an ailing paper pound.

I bet you know just what you’re worth on paper:
When the market crumbles, what will that do to you?
So many cold people don’t own the earth they lie in:
Will you be all right in your green-lined paper tomb?

Paper city at the heart of a bankrupt empire:
Your towers get higher as your assets hit new lows.
Nose-diving parasite, I wouldn’t mind you dying,
But you’ll take so many with you when you go.

Updated lyric (recording not yet available); 

I woke up with my mind’s eye fixing your location:
I looked up and I saw you needed help.
You’re floating on algorithms that you can’t understand,
But you can’t produce one thing to help yourself.

Paper city at the heart of a paper empire:
You’ve got strings to pull, you’ve got wires all over the earth.
Sky-climbing parasite, stalking a paper jungle,
You’ve got money to burn, but I know you’d rather freeze to death.

You’ve got stacks of stocks and shares and bonds:
You’ve got more data than you’ll ever know how to use.
But you can’t produce as much as one lead pencil,
Or a bar of soap, or a rubber band to pull you through.

The media twitch at the flash of a freemason’s handshake:
Speeches are made and the punters gather round;
Paper politicians and faceless company men,
Sucking the sap from an ailing paper pound.

I bet you know just what you’re worth on paper:
When the market crumbles, what will you do?
So many cold people don’t own the earth they lie in:
Will you be OK in your green-lined paper tomb?

Paper city at the heart of a bankrupt empire:
Your towers get higher as your assets hit new lows.
Nose-diving parasite, I wouldn’t mind your dying,
But you’ll take so many with you when you go.

Posted by: David Harley | July 3, 2023

Goose and Common (revisited)

Backup:

The Inclosure Acts enabled the passing into private hands land that had previously been designated as either ‘common’ or ‘waste’. This process preceded by several centuries the formal Inclosure Acts (which began with an Act of 1604) and continued into the 20th century, resulting in the enclosure of nearly seven million acres. While enclosure facilitated more efficient agricultural methods, that increased efficiency and loss of communal land was a factor in the enforced move of so many agricultural labourers into towns. There are a number of variations of this poem, which is usually assumed to date from the 1750s or ’60s, when enclosure legislation started to accelerate dramatically. The tune here is mine: the repeat of the last line is not in the original text, but I thought some chorus harmonies might be nice. 🙂

There are a number of variations of the text, and often just the first two verses are quoted. There’s an alternative four-verse text from ‘Tickler’ magazine dated 1821, but I like this text better.

They hang the man and flog the woman
That steal the goose from off the common,
But let the greater villain loose
That steals the common from the goose.

The law demands that we atone
When we take things we do not own
But leaves the lords and ladies fine
Who take things that are yours and mine.

The poor and wretched don’t escape
If they conspire the law to break;
This must be so but they endure
Those who conspire to make the law.

The law locks up the man or woman
Who steals the goose from off the common’
And geese will still a common lack
Till they go and steal it back.

Posted by: David Harley | July 3, 2023

Lafrowda Day music (plus whatever it is I do…)

Lots of promising music on Lafrowda Day – Saturday July 15th – in St Just (that’s St Just in Penwith, not the one in Roseland). Unfortunately for those with good taste, there’s also half an hour of music from me, but here’s a full list of what other music is happening as part of the festival on the 14th and 15th so you can avoid hearing me. (There are lots of other things happening during Lafrowda week, which runs from the 9th of July to the 15th.)

Lafrowda 14th July 

Market Square Stage (only)
Bob Henley – 19.00-19.25
Dave Jenkin – 19.30-19.55
Marmalade Shed – 20.00-22.00
DJ Trevor – 22.05-23.30

Lafrowda Day 15th July

Market Square Stage

11.00-12.00 Nancherrow Project
12.00-12.40 Procession
Cape Singers – 12.40-13.40
Joe Duke – 13.50-14.40
Tiger Balm – 14.50-15.40
Catman and the Mancats 16.00-16-50
True Foxes – 17.10-18.00
18.00-19.00 Break
Emerald Dawn – 19.00-19.50
Boundless Brothers – 20.10-21.00
Die Spangel – 21.10-22.00
22.00-22.30 Procession
Jolly Roger Band – 22.30-23.30

Plen an Gwarry Stage

12.0-13.00 Procession
Schools etc. – 13.00-15.30
15.30-16.30 Procession
Schools etc. – 16.30-17.00
17.00-18.00 John Brolly
Cath Navin – 18.00-18.30
Soundless Exit – 18.40-19.10
Steve Bayfield – 19.20-19.50
David Harley – 20.00-20.30
Rob Boughton – 20.40-21.10
Amber Valentine – 21.20-22.00
22.00-22.30 Procession
22.30-23.30 Wetback

 

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