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This was done in the style of a song from Liege and Lief for a musical challenge. Extra lyrics courtesy of Rebsie Fairholm who also sang.
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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
Song Info
Peak in subgenre #19
Author
Langford/Fairholm
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Langford/Fairholm
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December 07, 2007
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MP3 5.0 MB 128 kbps 5:27
Lyrics
My name is Alfie Reynolds and in 1943 I was 19 going on 20 with my life in front of me I was sent to Porton Down, a volunteer to be To do my national service for my king and my country They gave us food, they gave us rooms There's snooker darts and beer They said no need to worry 'cos there's nothing to fear They gave us gas masks and a gun to see if we could shoot While they pumped us full of mustard gas and told us not to puke Porton Down, Porton Down, now who would you believe? They fill you full of chemicals to see if you can breathe Porton Down, Porton Down, you bastard Porton men Kill you once, kill you twice, and kill you once again Now 26 years passed me by but still they're dealing pain Although you may not know it, it's happening again They're shooting pigs with guns we hear, and calmly taking notes While the only pigs that should be shot are those that wear white coats They say the drugs are harmless and the ECT is fine They say it's just an acid test and won't control your mind The man who died here yesterday he left us with no doubt Just classify the papers and never let the truth come out Porton Down, Porton Down, now who would you believe? They fill you full of chemicals to see if you can breathe Porton Down, Porton Down, you bastard Porton men Kill you once, kill you twice, and kill you once again
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RoyAllenHunt
Mar 05, 2008
Love the rock out at the end of this song.