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King of liars
03:23
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KING OF LIARS
A song for the post-truth era
There's something lurking out there I can't see
I don't even know its name but it sure as hell knows me
And there are lies - as many as the stars in the skies
A new world of machines is on the rise
the old order is fading and the sun burns through our eyes
and there are lies - as many as the stars in the skies
They're escaping from a mouth that just discovered it can shout
Trolling from the lips that dribble poison as they drip in the reign
In the reign of the king of liars
The king of liars, the king of liars,
Lies, lies, lies, lies, he king of liars
So scared of the future, we looked back
In search of golden summers that never came to pass
and there are lies - and some we chose to brighten up our skies
Proof has proven nothing, truth's not true
There's no evidence, it's evident justice isn't just
and there are lies - as many as the stars in the skies
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2. |
Making sense of the war
03:57
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MAKING SENSE OF THE WAR
A song set in Nottingham in the years following 1945
He came back from the fighting to find he’d won the peace
A new house from the council, an indoor lavatory
And she’d find him in the parlour all hours of the night
Still on manoeuvres, with his dagger at his side
Making sense of the war. Making sense of the war
Making sense where there was no sense before
He tended his allotment he found a bombed out window frame
and built himself a greenhouse and grew tomatoes up a cane
He planted roses in a bucket He’d bring one home for Lil
She'd put it in a milk bottle, pride of place on the window sill
Making sense of the war. Making sense of the war
Making sense where there was no sense before
Sometimes fumes from the soap factory would catch upon his breath
And all the rendered fat and the tallow smell, they spoke to him of death
And then she’d always find him down by the railway lines
Just staring at the wagons lost in the corner of his mind
But Lil would guide him gently she’d say “C’mon now duck,
We’ll have none of that, let’s go home it’s quiet there. I’ll pop the kettle on”
Making sense of the war. They're making sense of the war.
Making sense where there was no sense before
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3. |
Mob of righteous fury
03:03
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THE MOB OF RIGHTEOUS FURY
A song about the fear of outsiders and how somethings never change
In 1645 in the English Civil War
They built a ducking stool by this waterfall
And when the moon is clear
you can feel the fear
Of a woman drowning
as her neighbours cheer
Bring me her head
Bring me her eyes
Bring me her soul
We’ll hang it high
There’ll be no judge, there'll be no jury
Just the mob of Righteous fury
In 1848 a gypsy caravan
Appeared one day on the village green
But as the morning came
In the dying flames
The villagers raked their bones away
Bring me their heads
Bring me their eyes
Bring me their souls
We’ll hang 'em high
There’ll be no judge, there'll be no jury
Just the mob of Righteous fury
In 1968 somewhere near Birmingham
A politician spoke to a crowded room
He said they’re not like us
They’re all no good
You’re going to drown In a river of blood
Just last week on a local facebook page
Was a photograph of some old bloke’s face
he’d been hanging round
the edge of town
He’s not from round here
Let’s hunt him down
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4. |
Talking it out
03:09
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TALKING IT OUT
A song about the super rich
Inside the Hotel Sputnik in the former republic
It's all coming unpicked as they're talking it out
The People's Messiah, the climate denier
He's singing through the wire as they're talking it out
Whilst the Sheikh and the Baron load up zeros on his balance
While he's in the Sultan's palace and they're talking it out
Where the young serve old, they just do as they're told
Once you've showered in gold you'll soon be talking it out
Spends his weekends on a super-yacht
somewhere off the coast
It's so hard to be a businessman these days
With the swipe of a smartphone consider this a loan
From one man to another from one man to his brother
We're just talking it out, we're just talking it out
This is how the world goes round
And here's a minor royal, snorting coke, selling oil
He's so steadfast and loyal he's talking it out
Behind a fence made from razors, he’s got a truck full of tazers,
He’s flogging missiles and lasers he's just talking it out
Drinking whiskey that's older than that girl he left upstairs
It's hard to negotiate these days
He makes a phone call to the brethen
sings the praises of his host
From one man to another, from one man to his brother
We're just Talking it out, we're just Talking it out
This is how the world goes round
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5. |
Times are getting tough
04:15
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TIMES ARE GETTING TOUGH
A song about living with chronic ill health
I can't go to work this morning
And the work won't come to me
Then neither will the money
I don’t own a money tree
So most days I try
But I'm not gonna lie
Right now I feel like giving up
Cause times are getting tougher
Times are getting tough
And if I'm not there tomorrow
He told me don't come back
He doesn’t like folk over 40
I'm pretty sure of that
So most days I try
But I'm not gonna lie
Right now I feel like giving up
Cause times are getting tougher
Times are getting tough
Tramadol, co-codamol
Get me through the day
But all the same this chronic pain
Never goes away
And then I think about my Nanna
Cause Nanna had it rough
Even when she had the cancer
She never once gave up
So most days I'll try
But I'm not gonna lie
Right now I feel like giving up
Cause times are getting tougher
Times are getting tough
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6. |
Strike
03:22
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7. |
Born to rule
02:36
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BORN TO RULE
A song about a Bullingdon bully
He walks on luscious carpets through the hallowed halls
And in his father’s footsteps
He can never fall
Privileged entitled superior and cruel
But there's not a shred of doubt
He was born to rule
From Eton to the City smashing glass and breaking laws
Leaves a trail of destruction to deny he ever caused
He becomes adept at stabbing backs telling tales out of school
But there's a shred of doubt
He was born to rule
But he’s never scrubbed a toilet
He's never wiped away the dirt
He’s never done the washing up
He’s never ironed a shirt
He thinks nothings wrong in laughing At the suffering of fools
But there's not a shred of doubt, Not a shred of doubt
There's not a shred of doubt he was born to rule
But there's a shred of doubt
He was born to rule
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8. |
Same old story
03:28
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SAME OLD STORY
A song about the recurring themes of history
The rich get richer, the poor stay poor
I'm sure you've all heard this before
The same old families, the same old tricks
The same old targets, the same old hits
It's the same old story, the same old song
We keep righting the same old wrong
Down the centuries whatever changed
Those vested interests always stay the same
If the King needs gold he starts a war
Raises an army from the poor
If the rich need oil they start a war
I'm sure we've all been here before
If your bank needs bailing? You know the score
You need a scapegoat? Blame the poor
If you get caught red handed? Just change the law
I'm sure we've all been here before
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9. |
Scraps
03:14
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SCRAPS
A song about the myths and lies of aspiration culture
I woke up this morning
I rolled over and went back to sleep
And when I woke up this afternoon
And stumbled to my feet
I turn on the telly
and the first thing that I saw
Was some overpaid privileged prig
sneering at the poor
You see life is never easy
It’s not fair and it’s not kind
And it's not a bed of roses
And it's not an easy ride
They all seem to prosper
Oh they're all doing fine
But the rest of us can whistle
For the scraps they leave behind
Now they say dream big and you can have
All that your hearts desire
You’ve simply got to want it enough,
you’ve got to work hard, be a trier
Well I’ve put in the hours
Oh believe me I’ve worked hard
But there still some months when the leccy bill
Goes on the credit card
Now I don't believe in heaven
or that a better world awaits
And if the meek are gonna inherit the earth
It’s getting kind of late
Cause I know some good good people
Sleeping out there on the streets
Whilst some racist tweeting rent-a-gob
Has the whole world at their feet
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10. |
The end of the world
02:23
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THE END OF THE WORLD IS HERE
A song about the apocalypse
You'll never see it coming, you'll only feel the wake
Keep watch upon the future keep your shoulders to the gate
Cause you'll only hear the sirens once you're diving in the lake
and the end of the world is here
I only know that distance cause I have walked the miles
I opened up the safe I shredded all the files
But I never danced with justice cause the judge fixed the trial
and the end of the world is here
And everybody knows it's clear
And everyone can see it's nearly here
It's everything we feared
But no one wants to be the one to say it's over
So listen to my warnings heed everything I've shown
Keep my words upon you carve them into stone
Cause one day all this data will be blown away like foam
when the end of the world is here
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11. |
Build us something more
04:18
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BUILD US SOMETHING MORE
Another song about the years following 1945
The things we saw
In the wastes of war
we saw our cities made from rust
Our Sweethearts turned to dust
And we swore we'll build us something more
The things we heard
Such harrowing words
we heard the last rites the wedding bells
Goodbye good luck farewells
And we swore we'll build us something more
We'll build us something good
Build us something great
And we swore we'll build us something more
Once the sounds of sirens filled these rooms
Now the cries of a million babies boom
The future's here, it's here right now
and we must build our own way out of here
We must build, build, build, build
Finally it's still
And the axis tilts and we build
Build Hospitals and roads, communities and homes
With no one left behind, with no one left alone
From cradle to the grave, for the sacrifice they made
There must be something good, there must be something great
A golden welfare state, with food on every plate
And we swore, we'll build us something more
From the horrors of this war we swore
We'll build us something more
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Matt Hill UK
QLR (Quiet Loner Records) is home to Matt Hill a storytelling singer-songwriter and community based artist who offers a
British take on folk and Americana.
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‘An anthem for resistance’ AMERICANA UK 10/10
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