Cain only played these last two to me for the first time like ten seconds before we recorded them

Beaches

Beck "please Leave A Light On When You Go" "songreader"

I tried to write a political song. I have never sounded more sixth form poetry. Even when I was in sixth form, writing poetry.

A DIFFERENT KIND OF RIGHT

Sensitive insensitives are turning words around
Moaning and bemoaning meaning; irony's abound
Compassion trashed and passion crashed and lying on the ground
Non-linear behaviour leads us round and round and round

We live in a bit of the world
We hear only some of the words 
You can't buy what you've already been sold 
You don't know what you've already been told
You can't hear because you're getting too old

Fear of sneering mob rule changes meanings and belief
Stealing your emotions and politicising grief
Crushed uprising, demonizing, pulling out of teeth
Monetising findings under every golden leaf

Population ranked and stamped on popularity
Fall united all divided in security
Left exposed and decomposed for all the world to see
While the English rose leads self imposed with no impunity


We lie on the top of the world
You die for some made up words 
Goodbye, you've already been sold 
We know but you haven't been told
Too late it's a new kind of cold

But there's a spark
In the dark
Make it glow
As it grows

Just because they think you're wrong don't let them start the fight
Justify with just replies but just ensure you're right 
Immoral highs will sanctify don't let them take the might 
Turn the caged enraged into a different kind of right
Burning and returning to a different shade of white
Turning and returning with a different kind of right 
As slowly we return into the darkness of the night

A different kind of right

Poor attempt at multi tracking by playing along with the original recording but it gives the idea of what I mean

A DIFFERENT KIND OF RIGHT

Sensitive insensitives are turning words around
Moaning and bemoaning meaning; irony's abound
Compassion trashed and passion crashed and lying on the ground
Non-linear behaviour leads us round and round and round

We live in a bit of the world
We hear only some of the words 
You can't buy what you've already been sold 
You don't know what you've already been told
You can't hear because you're getting too old

Fear of sneering mob rule changes meanings and belief
Stealing your emotions and politicising grief
Crushed uprising, demonizing, pulling out of teeth
Monetising findings under every golden leaf

Population ranked and stamped on popularity
Fall united all divided in security
Left exposed and decomposed for all the world to see
The English rose leads self imposed with no impunity


We lie on the top of the world
You die for some made up words 
Goodbye, you've already been sold 
We know but you haven't been told
Too late it's a new kind of cold

But there's a spark
In the dark
Make it glow
As it grows

Just because they think you're wrong don't let them start the fight
Justify with just replies but just ensure you're right 
Immoral highs will sanctify don't let them take the might 
Turn the caged enraged into a different kind of right
Burning and returning to a different shade of white
Turning and returning with a different kind of right 
As slowly we return into the darkness of the night

A different kind of right (with "overdub")

Clearer lyrics. No overdubs. We have worked out a great guitar part for this now. To come...

A Different Kind Of Right

What You Want To Hear

Hear What You Want To Hear

Some elderly people knocked on my door this morning and tried to tell me that evolution wasn't real. 
I wrote this shortly after that.



Make tea when I wake
I read some things in the paper
And they demonise people I don't know

Knock on my door
To sell ideas I don't need
And tell me everything true has really gone

Turn the tv on
And they're changing the meaning
Of the stories I know, the facts are wrong



Compromising normalising ostracising demonising 
no surprise the size the lies are taking on is clear
It's clear
It's clear

That if we
Keep on like this
We'll make a world without meaning
Where our children won't know what's right or wrong

Because the things that you say 
Well they just won't go away
And you'll be leaving behind a different song

So beware what you do
The future will look at you
And judge the way that you are and what you knew

ChrisTheBarker

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