The Politics Of Fear

by Phil Smith

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1.
Lying In The Dust: Phil Smith Well you gave all your plans away to the wind In your worry and in you’re haste Did your mother not tell you that counting your sins Is such an obvious mistake? Now you’re lost in your mind, and the answers you find Leave you running from mystery Though you’re stubborn and proud Did your father not teach you that always There’s questions you need to be asking Chorus When there’s nothing left to take When the riches you hoard become worthless When your towers of steel turn into rust Then the wars lost, and the battles you think you won, Will leave you defeated Lying in the dust Now the crowd’s at your door though you built up these walls To protect what is yours and worth keeping But you’re dead without love, and these bricks ain’t enough to protect you All this concrete and glass, and the conquerors mask That you wear ‘til you end up believing That your protest is fair, you take more than your share And like a junkie, you hope the next hit will stop you from feeling Chorus When there’s nothing left to take When the riches you hoard become worthless When your towers of steel turn into rust Then the wars lost, and the battles you think you won, Will leave you defeated Lying in the dust
2.
The Death Of Common Sense They’ll take your money keep you poor They’ll pull your house down take your door They’ll break your spirit that’s for sure They’ll kick you when your down and when you get back up to fight They’ll change the laws (just to keep you quiet) They’ll fill your head up with their lies They’ll pull the blanket over your eyes. They’ll tell you what you’re seeing just ain’t true And what you’re reading’s just a biased left wing opinion, Designed to stir up trouble And certain to cause negative economic growth And democracy becomes a corporate slave, wasting in the shadows And the puppet masters pull the strings They crown the jester to be king They tell him what to say and how to act What is false and what is fact They set him loose but hold the noose (it’s made of purse-strings) While the lawyers cut the deal in the backroom Then they all go out to lunch While politicians sit on the fence and boast of what they’ll implement The slander and the accusations fly, meanwhile the passers by all Run or stay to fight, depending on their version of events And somewhere outside the funeral bells are tolling, For the death of common sense
3.
Newspaper Man Oh the presses they’re a hummin’ in tongues they’re hissing a warning What news do they bring from the conqueror’s pen in the dawning? Whose confidence betrayed? Who’s broken? Who’s made? Who has fallen? Oh the newspaper man like a snake through the gutters he’s trawling And the politicians all hang by threads just like puppets they’re swingin’ And the secretaries all in short skirts answer phones that are ringin’ And the unions are crushed ‘neath the wheels of the machine that keeps rollin’ The phone rings in Whitehall, and the walls that stood strong, now lie fallen With the privilege of birth the young prince had no conscience worth fighting Well he gambled and drank with the stench and the rank of Old Blighty When the king fell down dead he returned with a hunger for plenty Hi. With a fire in his brain that was fuelled by disdain for the gentry As the years passed/ the door/ before him, the young king knew power like no other And he conquered the lands that he marched through but he left them in ruin And he sharpened his knives on the ones he despised without mercy He’d come for them in the darkness and he’d always fight dirty And like a high drama queen you can’t stand to not be in the thick of it, Destroying (people’s) lives with a headline how the hell did you not become sick of it. Tangled in greed and corruption like a cancer on democracy A rich man’s son with nothing better to do than to stand around gossiping
4.
The Politics Of Fear The heads will be rolling down Oxford St tonight The slaves will be freed and the doors will be thrown wide open What about the children you never really knew Whose lives are already broken before they begin Can you stand there and tell me you’re free And that your conscience is clear With no truth in your eyes all your words only fall on deaf ears And when you’re buried underneath all your greed Well I won’t shed a tear Well you stand and look down on the ones who have held you so high While they suffer in their shame lie confused in the night wondering why All the questions they ask only lead them to swallow More lies that you feed them to keep them continuing on Now you stand in the light with your arms open wide and you’re smiling And the cameras record every move that you make and you’re selling The politics of fear but you’re sick and you won’t shed a tear Oh the wars you have waged on the ones who have served you so well You take more than you need and you leave behind nothing at all And this racket you’re so good at running It leaves you believing that what you’re achieving is best for us all Now you stand in the light with your arms open wide and you’re smiling And the cameras record every move that you make and you’re selling The politics of fear but you’re sick and you won’t shed a tear

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This is a collection of political songs influenced by early Dylan, and inspired by the rise of corporate democracy and corruption in politics across the globe.

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released November 12, 2021

All songs written by Phil Smith.
All acoustic guitar/ mouth organ/ tambourine Phil Smith
Bass by David Manchip (except TDOCS - Phil Smith)
Organ by Morgan Hann
Recorded and mixed by Al Future at The Chapel, Hobart, Tasmania.

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