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Written by R J Stewart in 1975 and arranged and performed (with permission) by Rebsie Fairholm with some extra stuff from me.
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 in subgenre #30
Author
R J Stewart
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R J Stewart
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January 18, 2008
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MP3 4.3 MB 128 kbps 4:42
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The Cursing Song Lyrics © R J Stewart Cursed be they that have ruined a fair land, And cursed be they that have sealed up the wells, And cursed be they that abandoned the Gods hands, And build a strange place for their people to dwell. Cursed be your breath and cursed be your breathing, Cursed be your eyes and cursed be your sight, Cursed be your hands that have blackened the harvest, And closed the old ways to the joy and the light. Cursed be your name all cursed and forgotten, Cursed beyond memory, place, or recall, And dust be your souls out of Nothing begotten, Nothing to no-thing, and Nothing to All. Now cursed are they that have ruined our fair land, And cursed are they that have sealed up our wells, And cursed are they that abandoned our Gods hands, And built a strange place for the children to dwell.
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Zoetrope
Feb 09, 2008
Hauntingly beautiful. Fantastic job on this.