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A cheerful little ditty from the pen of Richard Marris.
punk rock folk groove celtic accordion fiddle fretless political english jigs leftwing tut tricks upon travellers knocker boys
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An eclectic collection of songs taking in most styles of music from acoustic folk to jazz, heavy rock and orchestral ballads.
TUT started in the early 1990s playing a punk folk hybrid. A politically aware band we wrote all our own material and had a good deal of critical (if not financial!) success with our first 3 CDs - "Cillataped", "The Last Fish Supper" and "Where the Skeletons Dance" - with an appearance at Glastonbury the high spot. One thing which was a constant was the need to entertain. No-one wants to be slapped round the face with a wet fish polemic so we made sure we always communicated with the audience (mind you at some gigs we could have gone round and had individual conversations although I was always disappointed the one man never brought his dog). The band lost Grahame Hobbs (singer) and Mark Knight (fiddle) in 2001 and with me the only original band member left the last CD "From another Plaice" was a real departure from the previous "in yer face" style - Much more acoustic and darker both musically and lyrically. TUT2 folded in 2003 and since then I've been writing and recording with various people and in our "virtual" band The Phobias with Richard Marris. Mostly cheerful stuff like murder and corruption. I've also been working once again with TUT's old singer Graeme Hobbs on a series of contemporary rock operas and contributing songs to a campaign to keep a London housing estate from being bulldozed by the council and replaced by luxury flats
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Peak #208
Peak in subgenre #33
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Marris/Langford
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Marris/Langford
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January 04, 2012
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MP3 3.4 MB 128 kbps 3:40
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Fly me © R Marris 2011 Pretty hostess on the plane Selling scratch cards nobody wants to buy Came all the way from Poland Thought it might be glamorous to fly And I am going for nothing To a place I don't need to be And I don't want to know about scratch cards And I'm thinking she'd agree But I want to be rich Just like you But if I ever get there Here's what I hope I'd do I'd buy a big house I'd sit by the pool And I wouldn't chase another pound If it made a pretty girl feel like a fool But money keeps on moving And profit will find a way And someone wil use the riches I spend To ruin someone else's day But I like money Just like you And going against the flow Is very hard to do Fly me Take me Anywhere but here Take me out of this pointless misery So I'll spend all my money And I'll make the world go round And I'll fly where I don't need to be And I'll chase that extra pound So sit there in your big house And dream your greedy dreams Be thankful there are losers like me Too lazy to spoil your pointless schemes So sell your scratch cards Pester people on the phone Fly those miles Paint on those smiles At least you're not alone
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