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Lying In The Dust
03:42
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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
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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
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Newspaper Man
03:05
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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
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The Politics of Fear
04:05
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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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Phil Smith Brisbane, Australia
I'm a singer-songwriter based in Tasmania, Australia. Inspired by the likes of Springsteen, Dylan, Neil Young and Van Morrison to name a few, I write songs based on my version of events. I'm learning about my craft all the time, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I've just completed my 5th album, Into The Night, and will be going back into the studio in October to start on album #6. x ... more
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