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Help me write a folk song about the Brexits please to make me rich.

friedaweed

Me and me girl named Jane
I intend to put this to the axe once it's written. I can then become the next Woody Guthrie/Ewan MacColl and give up work for the folk circuit, a few free pints around a wood fire but earn enough off the royalties to pay my rent (Something Stan always dreamed of) :D


4 Verses 4 choruses

In the standardish format of verse, chorus x 4,
4 lines to the verse,
4 lines to the chorus,
4 cycles.

Like a good old country/blues song.

In the chord of G.

All the lines must come from real songs, be credited and rhyme as well as a Nigel Blackwell song.

I'll start you off with this for the first verse...





You'll never get to heaven son, so go to hell real slow. Josh Ritter
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We'll have to debate the chorus a bit ala cheese and beans urban style and there will be casualties and divisions but this will be the heart of the song and what everyone will sing at Glasto so it has to count folks. Obviously if folk want to concentrate on that part of the song separately we could start a side thread but it needs to go something like this...


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Let the creativity commence :thumbs:


Can someone ask mauvais to do the art work?

Backing singers apply within.
 
Come gather round leavers wherever you roam
And admit that the reasons for which you did vote
Have crumbled and withered and now have been shown
To be nothing but baseless nonsense
And facts are abandoned and truth has been blown
For the Tories are-a-shamefull
 
Maracas can be deceptive. Everyone thinks they’re easy, but no one sees the thousands of hours of practice that masters of the art like Bez have under their belt.
I'm a motherfuckin maracas master, mother fucker.
 
Can we keep it to the proposed structure please?

blairsh confirmed on maracas.
8ball can you play lead on electric? I'm strictly rhythm and I don't want to make it cry or sing.
 
Can we keep it to the proposed structure please?

blairsh confirmed on maracas.
8ball can you play lead on electric? I'm strictly rhythm and I don't want to make it cry or sing.

I kind of make it scream and growl menacingly, if that’s what you’re after (last band allegedly had flavours of Dinosaur Junior and Mudhoney).

But in a folky kind of way.
 
You'll never get to heaven son, so go to hell real slow.

Brexits been a going on since year zero.

And I'm done.
Ok you think you're done but can I refer you to the rules...

All the lines must come from real songs, be credited and rhyme as well as a Nigel Blackwell song.

On the Nigel front you did quite well x
 
I kind of make it scream and growl menacingly, if that’s what you’re after (last band allegedly had flavours of Dinosaur Junior and Mudhoney).

But in a folky kind of way.
We have a musical leader amongst us :cool:

Please don't fall out with the soon to be announced drummer ;)
 
We have a musical leader amongst us :cool:

Please don't fall out with the soon to be announced drummer ;)

Have we been in a band together in the past?

(history of falling out with drummers... massively fragile ego combined with complete inflexibility of approach is a tough thing to navigate around) :hmm:
 
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You'll never get to heaven son, so go to hell real slow

You're wading in even deeper, even deeper than you know (Powderfinger)
 
You'll never get to heaven son, so go to hell real slow. Josh Ritter
We are not whole (we're pinheads all) Jocko Homo. Devo
Nowhere to run to baby, nowhere to hide. Martha&theVandellas
And now you've gotten in my way, I can't decide. Scissor Sisters

Am I taking this too seriously or not seriously enough?
 
they're all a bunch of cunts
they're all a bunch of cunts
fuck off the lot of you
you're all a bunch of cunts

(c) class war
 
Ok you think you're done but can I refer you to the rules...

All the lines must come from real songs, be credited and rhyme as well as a Nigel Blackwell song.

On the Nigel front you did quite well x
Karl Benson’s one of my oldest friends. And the first guy i ever played in a band with. His dad won a huge oversized bottle of Bells in a raffle and we used to listen to old blues records, drink the whisky and water it down until it was almost clear. And Karl got in the shit. But to his credit didn’t include me in the prosecution.
 
Ok so I think we can agree on line two.

You'll never get to heaven son, so go to hell real slow. Josh Ritter
Killing me won't bring your apples back. Edward Woodwood
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Two more lines in the fist verse and we're a 1/16th away from TOTP's
 
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