The single taken from the forthcoming album/poetry pamphlet 'The Vague Plague and other machinations' entitled 'Lifetime is a calendar' and released via Northern Beat Poets Association.

Lifetime is a calendar

Alec Clegg was Chief Education Officer for the West Riding of Yorkshire from 1945 to 1974. He believed in a liberal arts based education for all and held that such an approach stimulated better outcomes generally. Anyone going to a West Riding school would be encouraged to paint, draw, dance, sing, or learn a foreign language simply because it was the right thing to do. 

No-one today has ever heard of him. 

No child today escapes the grim “if-you-fail-maths-you-will-die” austerity of national curricula, academy chains and ofsted inspectors with bad hair and no dress sense.

This tune, whose first line is taken from an Ian McMillan article about Clegg, is a nostalgic howl for something better for our children.

Alec Clegg Can Still Dream

1974 (that's how it was in those days)

Daddy

Unfurl

This is an anti-fracking protest poem (with some song): referencing B.P Deepwater Horizon incident of 2010. Addresses our addiction to a false fossil fuel narrative fed by mainstream media . 
Music and production Robert Sharp(it is a first demo at moment)

Deep Water

This land is your land, This land is my land

Though it has often been co-opted as a benignly patriotic campfire sing-a-long, "This Land Is Your Land" was actually written by Woody Guthrie in 1944 as a subversive protest song in biting response to Irving Berlin's "God Bless America." At my sister Samra's urging, we recorded our version in 2004, during the George W. Bush presidency, in an effort to re-establish it as a song about social justice.

Ironically, when Woodie Guthrie resided in Coney Island in 1950, his landlord was none other than Donald Trump's father, the infamously racist real estate mogul Fred Trump, about whom Guthrie composed his poem "Old Man Trump," including the lines:

     I suppose that Old Man Trump knows just how much racial hate
     He stirred up in that bloodpot of human hearts
     When he drawed that color line
     Here at his Beach Haven family project 

Using a dark re-harmonization of "Yankee Doodle Dandy" as an intro, the Dap-Kings re-arranged "This Land" as a rough blues-y march, setting the tone for Sharon to tear into the lyrics of the song with the fiery gusto of a revolutionary. However, it was the inclusion of Guthrie's rarely-heard original verses that really enabled Sharon to reclaim the song as an urgent and unambiguous demand for equality and human dignity in a nation rife with social injustice and patriotic hypocrisy.

Today, as we inaugurate a rapacious billionaire to the highest office in the land, those original verses resonate with us as loudly as the day they were written:

     There was a big high wall there
     That tried to stop me
     The sign was painted
     Said 'Private Property'
     But on the backside
     It didn't say nothing
     This land was made for you and me

     One bright sunny morning
     In the shadow of the steeple 
     By the relief office 
     I saw my people 
     As they stood hungry
     I stood there wondering 
     If God Blessed America for me

We are grateful to Woodie Guthrie and to Sharon Jones, two friends of the people and bitter foes of the Trumps, who have given us an essential soundtrack to our struggle. When times get dark, let us not crumble in fear and bigotry. Let us honor the unbreakable spirit of those tireless fighters who have fallen before us. Let us rise to the fight, and let us help each other never to forget this noble truth:

    This land was made for you and me.

-Gabe Roth

Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings "This Land Is Your Land"

vocals & keys by jemma freese 
drums & percussion by theo goss 
bass & pedals by chris sellers 
recorded and produced by jack davis 
recorded at quarry mount studios, leeds 
mastered by tom woodhead 
re-worked by jemma freese
original by burt bacharach

Anyone Who Had A Heart (re-work)

A sermon in words and music and bleeps.  Holly McNish makes a fortune out of it, so why shouldn't we.  Stamp out obviousness.  Northern Beat Poets rule.

YMNLT Vol. 9: XMAS (Dec 2017)

The Northern Beat Poets Christmas Message

In a Post-truth world, with people searching for identity, not always in a good place, what might happen if singers just sang in their regional accents about ordinary stuff like debt, housing, boredom and dreams?

Produced by Rob Sharp

Alec Clegg Can Still Dream

Jimmy Andrex & the Bible of Dreams