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Looking through old song files again and found this one. It's not polished, the vocal was recorded as is (I probably meant to go back and fix the mistakes) and doesn't follow the lyrics exactly. The song is a thinly veiled diatribe about Bush -- yes, I tend to get political at times -- but if that bothers you pretend it's about something else. There are no specifics in the song, so it's up to you.
I was also experimenting with percussion at the time this was recorded so you'll hear clacking sticks that were my not-so-rhythmic attempt at it. What's the fun if we can't experiment? Anyway, I hope you enjoy the song.
I was also experimenting with percussion at the time this was recorded so you'll hear clacking sticks that were my not-so-rhythmic attempt at it. What's the fun if we can't experiment? Anyway, I hope you enjoy the song.
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Lyrics
Watch out child, that's no man
It's the devil in a three piece suit
Telling us he's praying, protecting, assaying
Saying things that do not compute
Talking like we're children
Pretending he's not spreading lies
Pick up your backbone, get on your cell phone
It's time for you to mobilize
Stay on your feet
Don't ever retreat
Doncha know you gotta beat
The Devil at his game
Keeping you afraid, child
Showing you the crazy man
He's lying, spying, terrifying
Hoping you're a lazy man
Stop all this believing
Stand up and get in the fight
Devil loses power every hour
If you shine too bright a light
Stay on your feet
Don't ever retreat
Doncha know you gotta beat
The Devil at his game
He masquerades as 'just folks'
Pretends to be a good ole boy
But he's always spinning, sinning, grinning
Looking for laws to destroy
Without a second thought
He'll declare war on a nation
Intimidating and annihilating
And then he'll start his vacation
Stay on your feet
Don't ever retreat
Doncha know you gotta beat
The Devil at his game
It's the devil in a three piece suit
Telling us he's praying, protecting, assaying
Saying things that do not compute
Talking like we're children
Pretending he's not spreading lies
Pick up your backbone, get on your cell phone
It's time for you to mobilize
Stay on your feet
Don't ever retreat
Doncha know you gotta beat
The Devil at his game
Keeping you afraid, child
Showing you the crazy man
He's lying, spying, terrifying
Hoping you're a lazy man
Stop all this believing
Stand up and get in the fight
Devil loses power every hour
If you shine too bright a light
Stay on your feet
Don't ever retreat
Doncha know you gotta beat
The Devil at his game
He masquerades as 'just folks'
Pretends to be a good ole boy
But he's always spinning, sinning, grinning
Looking for laws to destroy
Without a second thought
He'll declare war on a nation
Intimidating and annihilating
And then he'll start his vacation
Stay on your feet
Don't ever retreat
Doncha know you gotta beat
The Devil at his game
Moviz
I'm doing a return call here and glad I have. You have a great quality to your voice, which reminds me of a girl I used to sing with as a duo years ago. She too had that nice deep quality and could sing most styles well, but nice souly ballads were her forte' and I'd love to hear you do something like that. I like this one though with your 'natural' feeling for rhythm, regards M