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Nina Simone wrote amazing songs and propelled forward great songs by others. An honour for Randy Newman that she would record his music. It’s also one of the most likeable things about Jim Guthrie – he knows everything she did. You can quiz him.


by Randy Newman

Beat-up little seagull
On a marble stair
Trying to find the ocean
Looking everywhere

Hard times in the city
In a hard town by the sea
Ain’t nowhere to run to
There ain’t nothing here for free

Hooker on the corner
Waiting for a train
Drunk lying on the sidewalk
Sleeping in the rain

And the people hide their faces
And they hide their eyes
‘Cause the city’s dying
And they don’t know why

Oh, Baltimore
Man, it’s hard just to live
Oh, Baltimore
Man, it’s hard just to live, just to live

Get my sister Sandy
And my little brother Ray
Buy a big old wagon
Gonna haul us all away

Living in the country
Where the mountain’s high
Never coming back here
‘Til the day I die

Oh, Baltimore
Man, it’s hard just to live
Oh, Baltimore
Man, it’s hard just to live, just to live

Roll Over Berlusconi


Eugene Chadbourne is many things but protest singer songwriter isn’t the first thing people think of. Most know him for the velocity of his guitar playing, I asked him once how he got so fluid on the guitar. He answered: bluegrass. His writing (and rewrites) impress me.

Roll Over Belusconi

I’m going to write a little song for my Italian friends today

It’s a crazy little record I know their gonna give it a play

Roll over Berlusconi got to hear it again today

When I first got the news I almost blew a fuse

Now my Italian friends everyday they’ve got the blues

Roll over Berlusconi tell Mussolini the news

Caesar and Nero he’s the hero, radio newspapers freedom of -paper

television you need his permission or else it’s a carabinieri inquisition

Roll over Berlusconi you ought to roll right into prison

With a Biological testament  you need his ok to die

but not for African immigrants’ with no papers, they’ll just have to survive

Roll over Berlusconi melt your face into a pizza pie

He’s wiggly as a worm switching like a spinning top

He’s got some mafia partners you oughtta see them reel and rock

As long as they’ve got their millions their crimes will never stop

Roll over Berlusconi, Roll over Berlusconi, Roll over Berlusconi,

Roll over Berlusconi tell Mussolini the news

duce parko julius narco racist fascist scratching the worst itch media lady the criminal heated down their brown shirts stupid it hurts Roll over Berlusconi tell Mussolini the news

Roll over Berlusconi, Roll over Berlusconi, Roll over Berlusconi, Roll over Berlusconi tell Mussolini the news

Chemical Valley

CLICK HERE TO HEAR Chemical Valley by Kyp Harness.

Kyp Harness, the man, the legend.

Though he is no doubt humbled by the quality of Juno talent out there  (insert mad laughter) Kyp has written an inspiring canon of works that covers the heart and the heart attack – which is what brings my ears to attention for his song Chemical Valley.  Sagacious reflections of Sarnia and the “unexplainable”  higher rates of cancer there. The nerve of Canadian music writers asking  “How come there aren’t any protest singers?” Followed by  fluff pieces about one or two current bands who’s “protest” music is so cryptic people didn’t know what their songs were about.

I was born inside a city where just about everyone you saw
Was workin’ in the factory just like their ma and pa
Inside multicorporations where their destinies were bought
And the profits shipped across the river to the Bank of America
The factories fed off the land and people of the place
To produce their products profitably, disposing of the waste
Without fear of any consequence, they threw it all away
Into the purity of the soil and the river and the lake

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Everyone was so surprised to witness the results
Of twenty years of flooding the atmosphere with chemicals
Suddenly the fish are dying, the birds fall from the trees
The environment is twisted by mutation and deformity
There’s people sick and dyin’, and no-one knows what for
There’s babies dyin’ in the womb before they’re even born
The people live their lives in fear of the sickness and disease
In the water that they drink, the food they eat, the air they breathe

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The workers in the factories, they all say
“I don’t know nothin’ about it, don’t look at me that way
I just wanna do my job and collect my pay
And I’d just as soon forget about it by the end of the day”
The owners of the factories, they tell you just the same
“We’ve been doin’ it for years, we didn’t know it’d be this way”
But they knew it all along, they just decided to ignore it
Where money is concerned, human life is unimportant

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You can cry out to the government but the government won’t hear
You can bet your ass the government ain’t gonna interfere
When they stand so much to lose, when anyone can see
The corporations are so crucial to the state economy
They just slap some fines upon the factories for their crimes
The factories pay them off and chalk it up to expenses every time
Then they carry on doin’ damage to the universe
That a million years of nature’s healing could not begin to reverse

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Can ya tell me ’bout your money, can you tell me what it’s worth?
Does it justify this needless death, this poisoning the earth?
How many people have to die to satisfy your greed?
How much sickness must you spread throughout this world before you see
That you’re gonna have to pay for everything you get someday
And when your day of darkness comes you’re gonna pay and pay and pay
You’re gonna pay for all this twisted fiery hell you’ve left behind
For the future children of this burned-out wasteland world to find
You took the pearls of the world and left a legacy of waste
You make me feel ashamed to be a member of the human race

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Back in Chemical Valley life continues silently
To feed the greed of people no-one here has ever seen
The people keep on workin’ and the factories produce
When you got a mouth to feed and a family what else can you do?
One by one the stars are fading as a blackness floods the sky
Through a conspiracy of silence and a multitude of lies
As a woman stands upon the shore beneath the setting sun
And she looks across the lake and cries “My God, what have we done?”

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