This morning I was feeling overwhelmed by the pessimism in the air. I’m not saying there’s not a lot to be worried about, but this is an amazing time to be alive. There’s also a lot of people invested in us feeling hopeless. A lot of people who think we are easier to manipulate when we are feeling powerless. And so I sat down and wrote this song about hope.
Let’s make sure that we don’t give away, sell, or allow our hope to be stolen from us.
Verse One is about the media and who owns it, Verse Two about Social Media (and who owns it) and Verse Three is about the new breed of politicians who seem to regard the whole thing as a lark: Farrage, Johnson, Trump.
It’s also on Youtube here.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QiXNz-MjGM0
Thanks to Royce for filming.
It’s quick and hard to hear the words – so here they are….
Hey Mr Media Mogul, you might own most of what I survey
You’re providing and I’m subscribing
And you’re telling the anchors what to say
But I wanna be clear at this time of year
You may be buying but I ain’t merchandising
This transaction just ain’t happening
Cos you can’t buy my hope
It’s not a commodity, it’s not a joke to me.
This is life not a trashy soap.
It’s not on the market and I ain’t parting with my
Life-given, heart-driven, honest to goodness, hard won hope.
Facebook may be an echo-chamber (chamber)
So echo this round the echo-chamber (chamber)
World-wearing postings and endless rantings
About how the world’s gone to hell in it’s panties
And the devil’s got us all by the ankles
And he’s pushed em up against the headboard of angst’ll
Make you crazy if you believe
So hey kids, don’t believe it
Cos you can’t take my hope
I waste hours reading but none believing
And you won’t make a misanthrope outta me
It’s not on the market and I ain’t parting with my
Life-given, heart-driven, honest to goodness, hard won hope.
Hey Mr Ego – you might regard politics as a joke
A game that your fame allows you to win
You think your ambition is just friction to make you a pearl
When you’re really just a bit of grit
Really just a bit of a git
And listen up – you don’t rule me
Cos you can’t have my hope
It’s precious to me, you don’t get to have it cos you’re on TV
And I’m not wasting my vote
It’s not on the market and I ain’t parting with my
Life-given, heart-driven, honest to goodness, hard won hope.