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An answer to Our Children Will Thank Us http://soundclick.com/share?songid=5094776
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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Charts
Peak #63
Peak in subgenre #11
Author
Hobbs/Langford
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Hobbs/Langford
Uploaded
March 09, 2008
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MP3 4.3 MB 128 kbps 4:44
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Take me to a time 'fore the monuments crumbled power and money just drift away Take me to a time when the world seemed to stumble no-one left out there to play Take me to a time when we sit back and wonder How did it happen, when did it start? Take me to a time of the cockroach king's thunder That brings us together yet tears us apart It's not easy looking back now it's so difficult to see All the things you could have done and what you might have done for me My father's father's father said there were people who would say That it used to snow in winter and then blossom out in may, I don't believe them You were waiting for the revolution that was never going to come You were always much too busy looking after number one People getting desperate and you knew there was no escape Just went and fucked your conscience 'cos you'd be dead anyway It didn't matter So it was headlong to oblivion with the pedal to the floor You had everything you needed and so why did you need more? Your children wouldn't thank you, wouldn't listen to their pleas The party wouldn't end before you were ready to leave Ready to leave And every village had a story, every town they had a tale And the cities had so many words that they were up for sale But with no-one left to buy them they were scattered to the winds And history was a lost lament on leaden violins I can't hear them Now I know we can never meet but who am I to blame Knowing all the future generations were the same Just Put off doing something 'cos the problem will keep But you never seemed to realise the cockroach king can't sleep
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