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Vox Pop

by Richard Gorman

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    News and voices from the streets and bars of Dundee and Glasgow turned into songs and presented with an open mind. Refugees, privacy, nationalism, homelessness, drug abuse and good times. A contemporary musical Vox Pop that won't make the news.

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1.
Ghosts Beneath the Sea Mosaic walls are shattered, a broken shelter for the young Who seek out deeper shadows in the City of the Sun From clear blue skies above us the bolts of lightning fell So we crept out from the darkness in our little corner of hell We carry only songs and tales to keep our spirits high Feed them to hungry children and warn them not to cry Placing trust in thieves and killers we cross the burning sands Until we reach the southern shoreline and face the promised land We carry only songs and tales to keep our spirits high Feed them to hungry children and warn them not to cry We pitch and we roll through the salt and the spray And we pray for mercy to the wind and the waves We who the living abandoned heed the call of the deep And are welcomed by ancient ghosts beneath the sea We are ghosts beneath the sea
2.
Vox Pop 03:23
Vox Pop I’m chillin’ with the slebs on my TV I love them and they say that they love me I’ll worship them until they fall from grace Then wallow in the outrage and disgrace Airbrushed photo opps are all I see My favourite channel feeds the truth to me I got all the latest touchscreen toys I can always hear my master’s voice Vox Pop! Vox Pop! Vox Pop! Vox Pop! Vox Pop! Vox Pop! LOL now I don’t laugh for real Emoticons will tell you how I feel I rate the latest headlines one to ten They’re making sure I never question them How I vote won’t matter in the end Consumer feedback builds the latest trends Now I understand what life is all about I’ve got an app to help me work it out Vox Pop! Vox Pop! Vox Pop! Vox Pop! Vox Pop! Vox Pop!
3.
Draw Blood 05:15
Draw Blood The time for soft words and kindness is done The hawks are out hunting and reason has flown It’s time to take bombs to their wires and their fences To stand up and shout down this fascist charm offensive Lift the truth from the mud and burnish the blade Now it is time to draw blood Moderates dither, the soft centre rots We vote in the monsters our forefathers fought Social compromise withers, the contract expires So meet them with steel and meet them with fire Lift the truth from the mud and sharpen the blade Now it is time to draw blood We write angry letters and we’re talking tough But talking tough’s easy and this song’s not enough Post truth promotes bigots so we swing to the right Come on get your hands dirty and take up the fight Lift the truth from the mud and swing the blade Now it is time to draw blood Lift the truth from the mud and bring down the blade Now it is time to draw blood Monsters sing tomorrow belongs to me Take it back for your daughters and sons Monsters sing tomorrow belongs to me Take it back for our daughters and sons
4.
Black Friday 04:02
Black Friday Black Friday’s coming it’s time to choose a side The storm heads gather and lightning splits the night You thought you’d turn a blind eye you thought you’d turn the tide Now you’re running scared but you can’t escape the fight Final judgement’s coming, here’s your reckoning at last You wouldn’t lift a finger, wouldn’t pull it out your arse There’s that familiar banner the white, the red, the black You help them fire the ovens now it’s time for bone and skin and ash Black Friday’s coming you’ll reap what you sow You watched your bridges burning now that strange fruit starts to grow You bend your knee to tyrants and the money gods they serve But now Black Friday’s coming and you’ll get what you deserve
5.
Eternity 04:37
Eternity Want to live, tell me do you really want to live? If you try could it be that you will never die? Eternity Judgement Day, you’re making sure you never have to pay Before you’re old, can you be cloned and digitise your soul? Will you see Eternity And you watch us scrape and scramble from your palace in the clouds Afraid that when your heart stops you’ll join us down below Join us down below Kings and queens, billionaires and pharaohs share the dream Could it be that scientists confer divinity? Eternity Your end deferred have you reserved the bolt gun for the herd? Immortality, a disembodied ghost in the machine Will you see Eternity? And we drink and fuck and gamble in the rats maze at your feet And we hate and love and marvel at the pavement and the stars The pavement and the stars Want to live, tell me do you really want to live? Kiss the dirt, get down on your knees and kiss the dirt How else will you know? Catch the beat, the hustle and the bustle of the street, Feel the heat How else will you know that you have played your part? Lift that song, let out your precious breath and sing along How else will you know that you played from the heart? Want to live, tell me do you really want to live?
6.
Clickbait 03:13
Clickbait Presence, you’ve got to build your online presence Mobile, you’ve got to boost your social profile When they connect, search and investigate you know you want to be their Clickbait, clickbait Like it, the world needs to know if you dislike it Hosting, you paste and plagiarise the views you’re posting When they’re scrolling through their favourites you know you want to be their Clickbait, clickbait Trending, selectively you cull and you’re unfriending Upload, you’re bedtime performance to the freak show Naked, you photoshop and overdub to fake it When they sext and masturbate you know you want to be their Clickbait, clickbait
7.
Pure 04:28
Pure James has a Swiss army knife And it’s all that his father left And the blades are so sharp and so pure It’s the damage It’s the pure fucking damage Anne’s grandad does his best But she likes the guys and the highs Like her mother before she went south She was the damage The pure fucking damage Jamie’s on the drum stool, Jamie’s rappin’ Ice Cube, He’s straight outta Dryburgh, his big brother met the View Jamie spends his cash on fags, Jamie smells of sweat and ash, Jamie’s got a secret stash, Jamie and the cymbals crash Anne’s got James by the hand And she says that she’ll never let go But his hands and his fingers grow cold It’s so hard to be 15 years old The moon looks down from the Law And she shines and she’s keeping the score And her light in your veins is so pure It’s the damage It’s the pure fucking damage
8.
Secrets 04:46
Secrets Do you think you know a secret? Do you think nobody knows? Do you think you’re going to keep it somewhere it doesn’t show? A private indiscretion, a shadow from the past Or would you like to with someone close to your heart? We are always watching, electric spies on every street We are your reflection keep your eyes on the screen You send your private letters, in cyber envelopes Our eyes are always open, they never have to close As you search the dark recesses and guilty corners of your soul On your little box of wonders you always lose your self-control We are always watching electric spies in every home Our arms are always around you, you are never alone We will keep you from danger, now there is no wilderness No trackless horizon beyond our satellites and GPS Because we are always watching, electric spies on every street We are your reflection keep your eyes on the screen Because we are always watching electric spies in every home Our arms are always around you, you are never alone So there’s no need to worry as we serve and we protect Feel the warm gaze of our kindness on the back of your neck
9.
Meme Me 05:32
Meme Me How far the sunlight? How far the stars? How far the moon from where we are? Is that who I could be up on the screen? Living out the billboard dream Sell me fantasies, sell me sex and lies I swallow, I consume and I die I buy everything so nothing is my own I’m in the crowd alone Meme me Meme me The golden mountain, the perfect beach The faster car just out of reach The distant glamour, fortune and fame, The expose, the fatal shame No need for taking time or thinking for myself I leave the hardcore shit to someone else And when they point the finger at the damaged and the strange It’ll be okay If I just look away Meme me Meme me Meme me
10.
Sorry You Can’t Play Here Sorry you can’t play here, move along now please Sorry you can’t play here, sling your hook and leave Remember playing football with your best friend in the park? The parkie out for blood if you set foot on his grass Remember that old bugger with the ‘keep out’ on his wall? You had to run like lightning to get back your missing ball Sorry you can’t play here, move along now please Sorry you can’t play here, sling your hook and leave We were jammin’ in the town hall when the jobsworth had to ask If we’d quit the Victor Jara and stick our guitars in our bags The punters were all loving it but the council wanted cash While we paid for their wages with our bloody council tax Sorry you can’t play here, move along now please Sorry you can’t play here, sling your hook and leave If you want to speak it’s going to cost you money There’s no profit in free speech or a free country They’re selling off the kingdom pound by pound And we’re quickly running out of common ground Sorry you can’t play I was strumming in Trafalgar on a sunny, summer’s day When an ego in a uniform told me to ‘put that thing away’ There were a thousand screaming tourists and a hundred howling kids But practicing your guitar scales is a National Security Risk Sorry you can’t play here, move along now please Sorry you can’t play here, sling your hook and leave If you want to speak it’s going to cost you money There’s no profit in free speech or a free country They’re selling off the kingdom pound by pound And we’re quickly running out of common ground Sorry you can’t play here
11.
Welcome Song 05:48
Welcome Song Toora toora tooraye ay, a white cross and a sky of blue Toora toora tooraye ay, Scotland’s children welcome you Cam ye fae a land o’ fire? Cam ye fae a land o’ war? Cam ye fae a tyrant’s nest? Cam ye here and lay your head Toora toora tooraye ay, a white cross and a sky of blue Toora toora tooraye ay, Scotland’s children welcome you Now ye have outrun the flood, sailed across the sea of blood Beyond the rich oppressor’s gun, we bless the paths that led to us Toora toora tooraye ay, a white cross and a sky of blue Toora toora tooraye ay, Scotland’s children welcome you Fae border lands tae northern isles, fae lowland toon and mountain high We thank you for the gifts you bring, your courage and your history Toora toora tooraye ay, a white cross and a sky of blue Toora toora tooraye ay, Scotland’s children welcome you The faithful and the faithless bide (ie live) beneath our banner side by side Arm in arm one family beneath the saltire fair and free Toora toora tooraye ay, a white cross and a sky of blue Toora toora tooraye ay, Scotland’s children welcome you Toora toora tooraye ay, a white cross and a sky of blue Toora toora tooraye ay, Scotland’s children welcome you

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For this album my apologies and thanks go to the marvellous and patient Stuart Duncan who did his best to salvage appropriate sections of my amateurishly recorded on the spot and haphazard Vox Pop conversations.

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released August 13, 2017

Words, Music, Performances and field recordings by Richard Gorman
Recording by Stuart Duncan, Red Barn Studios, Dundee

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