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Wah Wow (But Is It Art?)
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Psychedelic, psychotic, political, folk, rock, commentary on coffee table photography.
prog flute cello psychedelic banjo political mandolin sax rock folk pygmy beat
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Folk rock meets blues rock whilst occassionally veering into psychedelic and prog rock.
Pygmy Beat: Terry Berman - vocals, sax, piano, flute, recorder & Catholic guilt; ray cochrane - basses, guitars, bad cello, percussion & Protestant longing; Roland - drums, percussion & digital watches; RAMI - occasional drums; Gerry Steele - frequent lead guitar solos; Greg Loyacano - frequent recent drums Pygmy Beat Augmented: Joe Mizzi - recent vocals Gerry Steele - lead guitar solos; Greg Loyacano - drums ray cochrane - basses, guitars, bad cello, percussion; Pygmy Beat Extended: Patricia Vogelenzang - vocals Erik - Drums & Percussion; Greg Loyacano - Drums & some guitars; Gerry Steele - most lead guitar solos; ray cochrane - basses, guitars, bad cello, percussion; Rob Green - vocals & lead - Listen Like Brian; Trudy Newell - vocals; Casey Wells - vocals. Miriam & I: Miriam Webb - vocals, arrangements & good cello. ray cochrane - bass, guitar, bad cello, percussion & arrangements. Roland - hand punched programmed drums. The Newlings: Eric Drabwell - vocals, guitars ray cochrane - bass, guitars, cello Bandi - drums
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Genre
Rock • Folk Rock
Charts
Peak #38
Peak in subgenre #1
Author
Berman Cochrane
Rights
Cochrane Berman
Uploaded
January 02, 2007
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 3:54
Story behind the song
This is verion 10065b as at 9th Dec. Terry has supplied a new vocal recorded to tape. Also a bit of sax to run counter melody to the end of the solo. RAMI played the ace drums. Terry wrote the lyric & melody about 16 years after 1st hearing the song. An analytical look at the cynicism & parasitism that often pervades "news" & coffee table photography.
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WAH WOW – 18SEP2006 (But is it Art?) Life becomes a portrait Feel no passion, feel no pain Sell the image of a victim Staring blankly from a frame Steal the souls of nameless children From terraced back-street slums Let the vultures land near babies Steal the moment, then just run CHORUS Just what is it that the pictures try to say? Will they make a difference at the ending of the day? You can cover gallery walls with your visual skill As you suck your subjects dry – will you ever get your fill? So, catalogue new anguish Change your subjects every year There’s no romance in someone’s hunger No romance in catching fear That’s etched on haunted faces Or waifs with wide-starved eyes To bolster reputations And carry off the prize CHORUS Just what is it that the pictures try to say? Will they make a difference at the ending of the day? You can cover gallery walls with your visual skill As you suck your subjects dry – will you ever get your fill? GUITAR Life becomes a portrait Feel no passion, feel no pain Steal the souls of nameless children From a terraced slumlord’s lane Catalogue new anguish Change your subjects every year There’s no romance in someone’s hunger Win those prizes catching fear Let the vultures land near babies Steal the moment, then just run Feel no passion, feel no pain
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