Never mind the budget, here’s the…

I am not going to comment on the budget, because quite frankly, I can’t be arsed. Gordon Brown fucks over people like me – low paid, no kids – with what amounts to be a tax hike after the abolition of the 10% base rate of income tax, whilst giving a tax cut to the corporations and business in order to “stimulate growth”. The only “growth” that has been “simulated” is in a particular region of males in boardrooms across the city (because, let’s face it, the City only enters the parts of the 21st century that it likes – equality amongst the sexes not being one of them).

Oh, that was a comment on the budget, wasn’t it? Oh well, the point is that it’s no change from the norm, so I don’t think it’s worth any new comment. Dave Osler has commented more on it over on his blog.

What’s provoked me to write is Times “comment centralist” Daniel Finkelstien is whinging that there are no centre-right rock stars and encouraging fellow wingnuts to help him compile a CD of tunes which wreck the mike in support of the family, low taxes, small government and other such bollocks.

Good luck to him, I say. Rock and roll, as one of his commentators pointed out, is anti-establishment, which is what the centre-right is.  But it’s left me in a bit of a quandry, too, because apart from the Manic Street Preachers (who are a bit crap musically in my view as well as being politically crap – c’mon lads, quasi-Maoism is so 1970′s) and bands like Rage Against The Machine/System of a Down/Green Day which have a fairly limited fan base amongst teenagers in their bedrooms, there aren’t any decent far left bands or tunes since the 1980′s.

So, in response to Finkelstein’s challenge, here’s the KitNotes version: Find me left tunes that have come out since 1990, that don’t include the above bands. They don’t count.  I don’t care what genre they come from, but they must have a radical message.

So, for example, “He Got Game” by Public Enemy with such lyrics as…

God takes care of ol folks and fools
While the devil takes care
Of makin the rules
Folks dont even own themselves
Payin mental rent
To corporate presidents
1 outta 1 million residents
Be a dissident
Who aint kissin it
The politics of chains and whips
Got the sick
Missin chips and championships
Whats love got to do
Wit what you got

… counts, as does, perhaps, “People Hold On” by Coldcut & Lisa Stansfield:

Everybodys looking for a meaning
Everybodys doing their own thing
And nobodys solving the problem
Aint nobody helping each other

Some people give into fear
Some people give into hunger
Some of us live for the future
And some of us wonder

Give a little life, give a little love
Maybe theres enough for everyone
Give a little hope, and a little trust
Maybe theres enough for everyone

… whilst being a bit hippyish,  it’s quite clearly a critique of Thacherism. The person who nominates the best song, and gives the best reason for it’s inclusion, will win a copy of the final CD.

The winner will be announced at the Socialist Bloggers Meetup.  My decision is final (this blog isn’t a democracy, you know) and no arguments will be entered into.

Get to it!

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One Response to “Never mind the budget, here’s the…”

  1. John A Says:

    Chumbawamba
    A Man Walks into a Bar

    A man walks into a bar
    He Says, “Give me a Bacardi and Coke.”
    The back of beyond repair
    Welcomes the broken and the broke
    The latter hitches a ride
    On the back of second-hand smoke
    And the man,
    Well he’d be the punch line
    It’s someone else’s joke

    I’ll beat this drink
    It’s a habit I’ll kick
    Please help me now
    I’m gonna be sick
    Something hit me
    I wound up on the floor
    Damn this Bacardi
    I don’t want anymore

    A man walks into a think-tank
    Full of hooch and future sales
    Mixing wish lists with extension plans
    Re: Guantanamo Jail
    Smell the solid beach
    And a whiff of cannot fail
    And a guilt trait shop with goblets
    Dripping cutthroat cocktails
    And they drink a toast to Florida
    And all its air-conditioned hum
    And they damn the health of Cuba
    And they damn its bone fide rum
    He sips a kalamata olive
    Spits out the stone
    And he mimics crushing people
    Between forefinger and thumb

    I’ll beat this drink
    It’s a habit I’ll kick
    Please help me now
    I’m gonna be sick
    Something hit me
    I wound up on the floor
    Damn This Bacardi
    I don’t want anymore

    The first man wakes up in the same bar
    But it’s different as in a dream
    In fact it’s someone else’s dream
    Clean sheets & new regime
    Fidel burns as Nero roams
    Give the bar a zip code
    See ya
    See ya
    See you
    And it’s one more for the road

    I’ll beat this drink
    It’s a habit I’ll kick
    Please help me now
    I’m gonna be sick
    Something hit me
    I wound up on the floor
    Damn this Bacardi
    I don’t want anymore

    Clearly there are more apt songs but they don’t come to mind.

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