Home bedroom recording. This was slated by producer David Hentschel to go on a full album. Alas we could not find the funding for anymore that 6 songs with David. He rather liked this one, and thought the chorus would have been a concert sing-along. My apologies for the squashed and limited mix. This is just a cassette transfer and I can't fix it now, but I could of course re-record it.
music and lyric by Chris Flynn
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You say you’re gonna go see the doctor
I think we’ve got a plague around here
All in all this comes from boredom
But why that is you know we can’t be clear
Things just never seem to go right
We all get stopped along the way
But when the profit comes
You hope that you get some
'cause after all you work night and day.
You say we all just need our freedom
and life should be a curtain call
But why the light won’t shine on you not at all
Say it will, say I’m wrong, tell me I’m wrong
Things just never seem to go right
We all get stopped along the way
But when the profit comes
you hope that you get some
'cause after all you work night and day.
Ole!
Hold me
oh don't let go
all do the hold
hold me
oh don't let go
all do the hold
I’ll do the hold
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