This is my attempt at writing an old-fashioned Folk Protest Song. I worked pretty hard on the lyrics, and they're probably my favorite lyrics I've ever done. Tell me what you think. The vocals are rough, and I plan to re-do them at some point.
The big three are goin down
With empty pockets, leavin town
They're beggin' and they're cryin
and they're screamin and they're dyin
and they don't know where to get it
but they're gonna try and get it from me
And they'll go to the big man
and ask for hundred grand
but I won't let them get anything from me
Write a song, sing the blues
write a letter, shine my shoes
Got my foot on you, you cant refuse
Subdue your views, your thoughts are misconstrued
A house in the hills cause you pay my bills
Don't need a bike, cause my gas tank's filled
Aw, posessin' you, such a thrill
My piggy bank's all full of dust
Thats burns my eyes with pure distrust
better watch it close or it'll all disappear on you
Don't work too hard, don't drive your car
Don't pay your bills, don't walk too far
Just build a cabin in Henry Ford's backyard
Nixon's rollin' in his grave
all the color's turned to gray
our backbone's cracked, it's starting to decay
Clouds are hovering overhead
The sky is dark, the sun is dead
Thunder claps and lightning strikes ahead
The big three are goin down
With empty pockets, leavin town
They're beggin' and they're cryin
and they're screamin and they're dyin
and they don't know where to get it
but they're gonna try and get it from me
And they'll go to the big man
and ask for hundred grand
but I won't let them get anything from me
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One chord is fine.
Two you're pushing it.
Three and you're into jazz.
Great, great song. I love it. Your hard work on the lyrics paid off.
"My piggy bank's all full of dust
Thats burns my eyes with pure distrust"
That line is pure genius.
Maybe the Big 3 is goin' down because they killed Jack White's baby! :D
