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A Dubya Ballad
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to the tune of "Barbara Allen"
acoustic folk social commentary political satire western massachusetts oil coal climate change fracking incineration music for social change nuclear energy
Folk singer, social commentary, satire, people's stories, children's music
Hi Folks, The Bard Insurgent here. My comrade D.O. (the Poet Roofer) and I got that handle (The Bard Insurgents) from traveling town to town performing songs and poetry about people's lives. I've been performing since I was 3 years old, cutting my vocal chords on liturgical and classical music. I was a concert soloist as a child, when I wasn't herding cows, throwing hay and shoveling manure. During the Civil Rights movement and the Vietnam war, I began writing songs about social change. I left the country in 1970 and my dozen years in other countries, mostly in Africa & South America, have provided a global perspective to my music. My travels helped me realize that people all around the world are essentially the same in their basic life needs and their desires to live peacefully in their communities. These experiences have informed my commitment to working for international understanding as I organize at home. A powerful way to educate and inspire is with music. I tell people's stories, do social commentary with a touch of satire that I hope you enjoy and share with your friends, as well as sing together in the streets and in your living rooms. I also have children's music written for the children in my life with Jacob and Kayla as primary muses. Looking forward to seeing you on the road, Tom
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Podcasts Parody
Charts
Peak #40
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
Tom Neilson
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Tom Neilson
Uploaded
January 07, 2013
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MP3
MP3 3.3 MB 128 kbps 3:35
Lyrics
T’was in the merry month of November when I my vote was castin In Florida, America, a vote is not ere lasting For Nader, I, this butterfly, a vote for Gore gets Buchanan. Or throw away, the Kate Harris way, so she could get her man in. Kate Harris, she, did want to be, ambassador a foreign, So civil rights, she would fight, or else she’d be ignorin Judges supreme were on the scene & W they annointed Cause his ole man, back from Tehran, had 5 of them appointed. No puppetry did W, he, want to see paradin, Cause they did fear, how he’d appear, the puppeteers who made him. And when he speaks to you & me, he’s no linguistic beacon. Cause nouns are tough & verbs are rough & syntax that he’s seekin So in the merry month of November, if your vote you’re castin In Florida, America, a vote is not ere lasting.
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