This song was actually recorded in Oakland, CA. at David Cooper’s house, where he has a studio. My son, Garlynn took me over one night to see what we could come up with. We used the program, “Logic”. David came up with a drum beat, I added a bass guitar, then a rhythm guitar, David added marimba tones as we structured the song. Brown Dwarf was in the news at the time, so I suggested it would be nice if we could overlay some sort of vocal about Brown Dwarf’s. Garlynn whipped out his smart phone and found a description of Brown Dwarf’s which I read and recorded into the mix. Greg added some extra bass in this version of the tune.
This is another Greg song about the Corporate Control of our World. I (Paul) added guitars.
Big Corporate Money Blues – Greg Hafner
The air is full of fallout. The water has run afoul.
Oil’s pumping toxic assets, just barely underground.
The money’s going to Beijing, Bangkok, and Mumbai,
Politicians we elected, get the largest piece of the pie.
Big corporate money blues,
We’re the one’s that pay the dues.
Our government’s in it too,
They’ve got big corporate money blues.
Squeezing rocks with solvent, just to make one last stand
Against the change in power, blowing across the land.
Guns held public or private, are killing every day,
But the suits that feed the madness just profit and walk away.
(chorus)
Why can’t we see long term? The proof is all around.
We’ve only one place to live, one yard to trample down.
Is the world a better place, for sons and daughters to see?
Or has it always been about, what’s for me, me, me……
Chairs sit in others’ boardrooms, so they can hold the silver tight,
They’ll vote themselves a pay-raise, then furlough workers at night.
You think you can be a one-percent, and get in on some of the take,
But the fat guy sitting right on top, makes a thousand times what you make.
Big corporate money blues,
You’re the one that pays the dues.
Just trying to keep your cool,
You’ve got big corporate money blues.
Why can’t we see long term? The proof is all around.
We’ve only one place to live, one yard to trample down.
Is the world a better place, for sons and daughters to see?
Or has it always been about what’s for me, me, me……
This song is an instrumental I composed and recorded ions ago on my 4-track cassette. I sent this version to Greg, he added bass and sent it back to me and I added a guitar lead.