Why We Fight E​.​P.

by The Undercover Hippy

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1.
05:21
People tend to think peace But the US think-tanks Well they tend to think tanks So they can get us into debt with the big banks For big thanks Because the old-boys they keep ranks And "to be frank", join the army they say You can travel to new places, fire guns and learn a trade Well to be frank I'd rather fire off some vocals, Visit all those places without blowing up the locals It's loco No I'm not gonna stay in bed like John and Yoko Hippy kids tucked up protesting with a cup of cocoa Fuck that man, I'm taking to the streets Shouting out my question to a beat Why do we fight? Is it to protect the morality Of a nation based on criminality? And is it for the global peace? Are we the police of the global streets? And is it for the lives of the little children and if it is, tell me why do we kill them? I'll tell you why we fight We fight for power, material gain, and that's not right Consider Iraq for a second And the fact that the Weapons we attacked for Were never even there But do we even care Or are we so distracted By the fact that Britney Spears has got no hair That we’re happy to look wherever the media instructs us Sucks us in with sex and systematically corrupts us Until we're so full of fear it erupts as a xenophobic mistrust of people we deduct as being Muslim by ethnicity Guilty by complicity Listen to me this is the media publicity Like electricity it charges the commotion Until it's like an ocean of negative emotion, but Well I'm drownin in the sea Of fear and suspicion Illegal rendition And people conditioned to blindly believe But don't be so naïve You wanna see the light You've got to ask the right questions like Why do we fight? Is it to protect the morality Of a nation based on criminality? And is it for the good of mankind? Popping off the rockets while their pockets get lined And is it for the lives of the little children and if it is, tell me why do we kill them? I'll tell you why we fight We fight for power, material gain, and that's not right Consider the lives that we're living And the lies that we're given from on high By these driven politicians With their military missions Their twisted visions and illegal prisons I don't listen to their lies no more Always trying to justify the price of war But what's that if your not even alive no more no Collateral damage in a private war, but uh I'm drownin in the sea Of fear and suspicion Illegal rendition And people conditioned to blindly believe But don't be so naïve You wanna see the light You've got to ask the right questions like Why do we fight? Is it to protect the morality Of a nation based on criminality? And is it for the global peace? Are we the police of the global streets? And is it for the lives of the little children and if it is, tell me why do we kill them? I'll tell you why we fight We fight for power, imperial gain, and that's not right Well that's not right That's not right That's not right no But that's why we fight
2.
05:54
I met her on the dancefloor It must have been about 3 I could tell by the way she’s looking at me That she likes me So I go and say hello “What’s your name?” well she tells me it’s Flo And I know that Pretty soon we’re gonna dance Maybe later there could be some romance And I’m thinking, I might take a chance And suddenly she’s holding my hand Well I’m thinking I could be her man I’m figuring she might be the one Well I can feel her hand is on my bum And now I’m thinking that maybe we could be drinking back at my place So I put my hand to her face Trace the line of her cheek I tell her we could stay in bed for the whole of next week And she smiles at me, She says so evenly “you know, That’d be just fine with me... CHORUS If I didn’t have a boyfriend Yeah yeah I could be your friend Whoa whoa If I didn’t have a boyfriend Yeah Yeah But I do so I’ve got to Keep my hands off you” So feeling rejected, I head back to the bar Frustrated to have got so far then get knocked back So now I’m knocking back a jar When suddenly I spot this hottie from afar And the next thing I know she’s next to me Asking if I wanna do some ecstasy My curiosity gets the best of me Because the look that she’s giving says sex to me And I think that maybe we’re falling in love Well her lips they fit me like a glove I lean in and whisper in her ear Whoa baby let’s get out of here She takes me by the hand, says “That’d be just grand... CHORUS MIDDLE SECTION Of you, off you etc Cos you’ve got a boyfriend, yeah yeah etc It’s time to leave now my head is aching My heart can’t take another breaking I should be taking a taxi home alone not procrastinating But then I feel a hand on my hips And I turn around and see those lips Her make-up painted on so thick That I swear it’s dripping on her chips And she looks me in the eye, she says “Hello there sexy guy!” But I see through the lies I see through the smile cos I’m getting wise “You’ve got a boyfriend, haven’t you? I’ve heard it all before You can’t be my friend Yeah I know your game love Yeah you’ve got a boyfriend Well I can see it in your eyes She says “Actually I’ll have know I don’t thankyou very much!” “But if I didn’t have a husband, six kids and a dog Well maybe I would give you a snog But I do yeah, in fact that’s him over there The one coming at you waving that chair And I think that, well boy you’d better run Otherwise you’re gonna come get some And I think I must’ve run all the way home. CHORUS X 2
3.
Well the news keeps saying there’s a global recession Everybody soon is gonna feel a depression Well you’d think by now we’d have learned our lesson Bubble in the past means trouble in the present It’s the same old story in a different age Same old master with a different slave I’m telling you at the end of the day It’s the same ones getting paid Same ones getting paid Same old people getting paid Well I’m sick of all the people who lie Telling me that freedom and democracy are tied up with the Freedom of markets In which we’ve imparted the Power to control our lives And I’m sick of all the people who steal Money from the poor just to make a new deal Thinking of the profit they’re making While the poor keep on scraping The money just to make their next meal And I’m sick of all the people who say That’s just the way it is I’m just complaining cos I’m not the one getting paid And I’m sick of all the people who know Well they know what is going on Still they just carry on Doing the same as before Doing the same as before Doing the same as before Salia, nao Salia Kora bato be kumala Nao nao salia Djun djun bato be kumala Nao nao salia Well I feel like we’re living in an age of flounders Nobody rattling the cage around us For fear of the enemy they say surround us When the enemy within is the most profound and it’s the Same old story in a different age Same old villain with a different face I’m telling you at the end of the day It’s the same game being played Same war being waged Same old people getting paid Well I’m sick of all the crooked politicians Defending their position that by selling ammunition They somehow make the world more secure As if bloodshed and war Were the tonic for our global condition And I’m sick of all the people who steal Money from the poor just to make a new deal Thinking of the profit they’re making While the poor keep on scraping The money just to make their next meal And I’m sick of all the people who say That’s just the way it is I’m just complaining cos I’m not the one getting paid And I’m sick of all the people who know Well they know what is going on Still they just carry on Doing the same as before Doing the same as before Doing the same as before Salia, nao Salia Kora bato be kumala Nao nao salia Djun djun bato be kumala Nao nao salia
4.
Nothing's free in this world these days except the market I say that's wrong well you say I'm anarchic And maybe I am in the sense that I feel that my government's failed me, I get So irate when I see the rate At which the government is busy selling off the state And with the cash they make well they invest in the vested interests of businesses on the take But it's all I know And all I see In every show On my TV That if I don't I don't succeed Well I might as well not be You can show me a graph on a slide projector Giving all the goals of the private sector Tell me they seem nice guys and I'll say great So did Hannibal Lector You tell me the money trickles down What do you take me for some kind of stupid clown Cos it's clear to me that the money trickles up From the sweat and the blood of the workers living down there in the mud, so Who's their protector now That the governments have all learned to kow tow, Bow down to the ground at the feet of business Self-made political prisoners Who's their protector now That the governments have all learned to kow tow, Bow down to the ground at the feet of business Yeah but it's all I know And all I see In every show On my TV That if I don't I don't succed Well I might as well not be I bought my clothes in a supermarket I couldn't believe what a fucking bargain They've gotta be made by a kid in Bangladesh To maintain that profit margin You tell me the money trickles down What do you take me for some kind of stupid clown Cos it's clear to me that the money trickles up From the sweat and the blood of the workers living down here in the mud, so Who's their protector now That the governments have all learned to kow tow, Bow down to the ground at the feet of business Self-made political prisoners Who's their protector now That the governments have all learned to kow tow, Bow down to the ground at the feet of business Yeah but it's all I know And all I see In every show On my TV That if I don't I don't succeed Well I might as well said I might as well not be

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released May 24, 2011

All songs written by Billy Rowan Salisbury.
Guitar and Vocals - Billy Rowan Salisbury
Keys - Andreas Millns
Bass - Alex Crane
Harmonica - Jez Hellard
Drum programming - Billy Rowan Salisbury & Alex Crane
Trumpet - Tom First
Saxophones - Jehan Abdel-Malak & Alex Crane
Backing Vocals - Chloe Laing & Jessica Langton

Mixed and Produced by Billy Rowan Salisbury & Alex Crane at Albany Studios

Mastered by Dan Lyth at Hark Mastering

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The Undercover Hippy is actually UK based singer-songwriter Billy Rowan. After 7 years spent DJ’ing and MC’ing on the Drum & Bass circuit, Billy ditched the decks for a guitar and started out as a solo act in 2007. He now plays with a 5 piece band, bringing together, keys, drums, bass, congas and backing vocals to create a high energy, interactive and highly entertaining live show. ... more

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