When people pimp their books and stuff on Daily Kos, it annoys me so I generally refrain from doing it. In this case, I have something that I really want to share widely, something that -- based on recent feedback received through my little backwater blog -- I'm pretty sure some of my fellow Kossacks will enjoy. I don't stand to gain from it, so... shrug.
Lately a lot of ("a lot of" being a relative term... ok a few) people have been asking me to write anthems for the times. So far I haven't had much success, but I was looking through one of my song books from last year and came across this one called "Message from the Working Class" that popped out at me. It has an anthemic hook, an anthemic chorus, and anthemic lyrics:
"Message from the Working Class"
by CharlieHipHop, 2008
Hey, Mr. Rich Man
With your rock-hard heart and your baby-soft hands
I got a little message from the workin' class
Better listen up close if ya' value your ass
We work too hard to be so poor
While you sit around and count your gold
Had enough of your bullshit wars
Your high, high taxes
And your Wall Street whores
And we're not gonna take it anymore
(Chorus:)
Yeah, we ain't goin' down without a fight
And that's exactly why
Everything's gonna be alright
Hey, Mr. Boss Man
With your little Blackberry and your big hard desk
I got just one question to ask
Don't you ever think of us?
Can't pay no mortgage -- barely make the rent
Get our paychecks, they're already spent
God help us if we get sick
You know, it ain't supposed to be like this
Work hard, you oughtta'
be able to live (not just exist)
(Chorus)
Hey, Mr. Bigshot
With your dull imagination and your shiny car
I know a little somethin' you might not
Better listen up close or things are gonna get hot
Remember who cooks your meals
Cleans your toilets and files your deals
Makes your bed and delivers your mail
Teaches your kids and guards your jails
Mess with us, and
You'd better watch your tail (moth3rf^cker)
(Chorus)
(Outro)
You can download it -- free, no strings attached -- from CharlieHipHop's podcast.
It's just two dudes messin' around in an ear-splittingly loud rehearsal space. Feel free to share it, adapt it, whatever. Just attribute to me, please, if you use my work.