where to begin. this is a song about brexit and labour and class and frustration and helplessness and the world going mad in the aftermath of bowie's death. more specifically, it's an attempt to articulate the sheer emptiness felt as successive decisions were taken by my home nation, politically, culturally, and morally, that i couldn't recognise nor relate to. brexit, boris, you know what i mean.
it is a song that i filled with my loneliness and sorrow. but because i am a coward i chose not to sing it myself, but to fashion the words into the mouths of distorted robots. i dunno, it just clicked with me.
the loss of self i felt back then was crushing. i'm still not over it. but i write music to express the things that i lack language for, and that is what this is. an expression of the words and feelings and rage and impotence of the weird, weird post-brexit shitshow we found ourselves living in.
lyrics
Help me, JC
Talk about the war
Describe it
Deny that beyond the first taste of coal dust in the air
Blackened with despair
I wanted a reason to feel
Tell me, JC
Just between a friend
Confiding, deriding the tone of debate
A house without a home
Cornered and alone
I know that it’s awkward to ask a few things
Just silly little things
Like what will be done in our new democracy
Hello, you have reached the Labour Party
Please leave a message after the tone
Help me, JC
Sitting on the stair
Disheveled
Imperiled with debt ‘cos I’ve got subscriptions to renew
Loans are overdue
No thanks to DWP
Tell me, JC
What else could I do
In hindsight
The delight of mocking the news and laughing at the sun
Lost the war we’d won
I know that it’s awkward but help me with the things that mean most to me
A chance to be part of the Green society
Not a slave to the grave for the GDP
I’m sorry we cannot answer your call at this time, but please hold
Your call is important to us
Take me, JC
Out there in the world
The story I’m surely to hear of my country
Uplit in the sun
Homes for everyone
My darlin, my baby, my love
Save me, JC
Not much else to say
I’m trying to buy into something I’m told will make it go away
Seems too good to say
I know that it’s awkward but help me with the things that mean most to me
Let me play a part at the heart of empathy
And if I were to choose solidarity
Maybe there’s a chance to define my legacy
I want it
I need it
Something in the words that you say to me
Clearing a path out of poverty
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