Taxman
Let me tell you how it will be
There's one for you, nineteen for me
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman
Should five per cent appear too small
Be thankful I don't take it all
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah I'm the taxman
If you drive a car, I'll tax the street,
If you try to sit, I'll tax your seat.
If you get too cold I'll tax the heat,
If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet.
Don't ask me what I want it for
If you don't want to pay some more
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman
Now my advice for those who die
Declare the pennies on your eyes
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman
And you're working for no one but me.
George Harrison
The Beatles
Revolver, 1966
posted by Randy @ 4/15/2005 11:02:00 AM
2 comments
2 Comments:
Counterpoint:
I was a miner, I was a docker, I was a railwayman between the wars
I raised a family, in times of austerity, with sweat at the foundry between the wars
I paid the union, then as times got harder, I looked to the government to help the working man
But they brought prosperity down at the armoury, we're arming for peace, see boys, between the wars
I kept the faith and I kept voting, not for the iron fist but for the helping hand
For theirs is a land with a wall around it and mine is a faith in my fellow man
Theirs is a land of hope and glory, mine is the greenfield and the factory floor
Theirs are the skies all dark with bombers and mine is the peace we knew between the wars
Call up the craftsman, bring me the draughtsman, build me a path from cradle to grave
And I'll give my consent to any government that does not deny a man a living wage
Go find the young men, never to fight again, bring up the banners from the days gone by
Cast moderation, heart of this nation, desert us not we are between the wars...
Billy Bragg
Between the Wars, 1985
Counter-Counterpoint:
Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere
A singer in a smokey room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on
Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night
Working hard to get my fill,
everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice,
just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on
(chorus)
Don't stop believin'
Hold on to the feelin'
Streetlight people
Journey
Don't stop believin', Timeless
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