G C G
As I sit on the back porch, of my thousand acre lot,
D D G
I look out on the gorgeous view, proud of what I’ve got,
G C G
But now those flamin’ greenies, want to ruin it for me,
C G D G
With solar plants and wind farms, far as the eye can see.
G C G
I don’t want your flamin’ wind farm, here in my back yard,
D D G
Just put the darn thing somewhere else, sure it can’t be that hard,
G C D Em
Give me coal seam gas and strip mines, but somewhere else instead,
C G D G
Cause by the time the planet boils, I’m sure I will be dead
I’ve done all of the research, on the inter webs,
Those windmills don’t make power, kill bats and birdies dead,
They send out emanations, that brainwash all the sheep,
And adding insult to injury, they make it hard to sleep.
Now I’ve convinced the council, to keep us in the past,
There won’t be any wind farms, my view is safe at last,
It’s a pity about the weather, no water for the crops,
No future for my grand kids, but at least my view is tops.
Project Tag: Topical Songs
The Elm Tree
by Daniel Kelly – 2018
C F G C F G C Standing by the river, looking up to the town, C G F C My roots are deep, my branches strong, F G C F G My life a note in, natures song. F G C F C G Through flood and wind and fire, I’ve stood here through the years, F G Em Am F G C I’ve seen the changes come and go, the smiles and the tears. I was born in 1855, when Yass was still a child, I watched her grow, from field to town, As my branches rose, and roots grew down. I’ve seen the young ones at my feet, play and dance and grow, And lovers new, enjoy the view, Sharing my shade, two by two I’ve seen the river rage in flood, take bridge and building down, I’ve seen the snow, seen the fire burn, The wind it blows as the seasons turn, The council tried to cut me down, a burden to maintain, But I stand, still the same, A watcher here, I will remain
Crush the Union
G D G
In January of two thousand eighteen
C D G
Transport workers conditions were obscene
C D
Salaries replaced by contract
Bm Em
Overtime out of control,
C D
And ten years without a real increase in pay
C C G
Crush the Union, Crush the Union
G D
You don’t have the right to strike,
G D
We’ll pay you what we damn well like,
C D
Make worker’s rights a relic of the past,
C C G
Crush the Union, Crush the Union,
G D G
Capital has won the war at last.
The Union made the call to strike,
24 hours of no work was sure to bite,
Sydney Trains force back
To sit at the table,
To negotiate a fair and living wage,
Andrew Constance was ready for a fight,
Taking from the union what should be their right,
To the commission he did go,
Lawyers in a row,
Fair Work such an ironic name,
Brisbane 1912 they wore a badge with pride,
Union members should never have to hide,
10,000 in King George Square,
Union power in the air,
They fought with courage for their right.
Up the Union, Up the Union,
We will keep our right to strike,
A fair wage is our right,
Worker’s together to the last,
Up the Union, Up the Union,
Solidarity our message from the past,
Sing Noel (Buy Christmas)
G C D Gonna buy me some happiness this Christmas G C D They got it for sale in the stores, C D On the shelves going cheap, G C You can take home and keep, Em C D The spirit of Christmas joy. G C D G Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel Em C D We will gather and sing Noel, G Em D Though the world may be going to hell, Em D G We will gather and sing Noel I’ll save women from violence this Christmas, Teach men and boys respect for them all, Return power to the child, The mother and the wife, Give them freedom from fear I’m stopping oppression this Christmas, Freeing the prisoners of faith, The stateless, the homeless, The helpless and lost, Home and friends for all, Let’s impeach Donald Trump this Christmas, Heaven knows how he got in, In less than a year, He’s bred violence and fear, Stolen hope from the poor.
Christmas in China
G C G The elves are busy working, C D G In Yiwu just south of Shanghai, C D G C 14 hours a day, for minimal pay, Em C G lungs choked with paint fumes and glue, G C Bm Em It’s a small price to pay, for your festive day, C D Em and the only job they can do. C D G It the only job they can do. C D G It’s Christmas in Communist China, C D G We’re making your iPhones and toys, Em D C G There won’t be stockings or Christmas Trees, C D G No peace or goodwill to men, C D C G Just state propaganda, violence and fear G C G And a hope it will come to and end I’m here in the factory prison, Making purses to sell at Walmart, I’ve slipped in a note, one that I wrote, To ask you to tell of my plight, We work night and day, fading away, And beaten for working too slow, Beaten for working too slow. The political prisoners are dying, Locked up for what they believe, As we share the joy, on Christmas day Their friends and family are far away Caged and shamed, hidden from view, By a state that fears the truth, By a state that fears the truth The party hangs on to its power, With violence and money and lies, The people are lost, paying the cost, Of smashing and burning their soul, They tore down the temples, trampled their dreams, I hope they will find them anew, I hope they will find them anew
Broken
by Daniel Kelly, 2017
G D C D G
Sitting in the hotel room
C D G
The kids have just gone to sleep
C G
Don’t have the money to stay,
D G
But I had to get away
C G D
I’m tired of living with the fear
C G D G
Broken and it won’t be healed
C G Am D
You took from me, my faith in the world
Em C D G
When hands that hurt, should be hands that hold
C D G
I know that its time to leave
When first we met, how the world seemed new
Your smile would light up my day
But now you’ve shown me a side
Which you did well to hide
A violence where there should be a heart
For so long, I shared the blame,
Looking for what I’d done wrong,
But now I know it isn’t me,
I was too scared to see,
That the only monster was you