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The The Saw The Future

One for the UK people. Right, Test Pressing isn’t a place to shout politics, Rob and I know that, but if we don’t do our bit every now and then I guess we as people can’t expect anything to change. To be honest I’m fed up. I’m fed up of Michael Gove ripping the arts out of my, no our, kids schools (‘if is doesn’t work on my head be it’ – no you plank, on our children’s heads be it) and I am fed up that our local hospital Lewisham is being downgraded even though it runs perfectly well and in profit. I don’t want to hear any more stories of mothers being turned away from maternity departments in nearby areas (so that’s happening already and our hospital is being downgraded???) and our older nation not being able to heat their houses. Point is I know jack about politics but I know that its not even the half of it.

I was listening to ‘Heartland’ by The The this morning and thought ‘well this says it far better than I can’ so press play, read the lyrics and next time something comes up do something. Ramble over.

(I am going to justify this one by saying this track features on one of the Leo Mas mixes.)

The The ‘Heartland’

Beneath the old iron bridges, across the victorian parks,& all the frightened people running home before dark,Past the Saturday morning cinema,that lies crumbling to the ground,& the piss stinking shopping centre in the new side of town.I’ve come to smell the seasons change, & watch the city,as the sun goes down again.

Here comes another winter, of long shadows & high hopes,Here comes another winter, waitin’ for utopia,waitin for hell to freeze over.

This is the land, where nothing changes,the land of red buses & blue blooded babies,This is the place, where pensioners are raped,& the hearts are being cut, from the welfare state,Let the poor drink the milk, while the rich eat the honey,Let the bums count their blessings, while they count the money.

So many people, can’t express what’s on their minds,Nobody knows them & nobody ever will,Until their backs are broken & their dreams are stolen,& they can’t get what they want, then they’re gonna get angry.Well it ain’t written in the papers, but its written on the wallsThe way this country is divided to fall,So the cranes are moving on the skyline–Trying to knock down–this townBut the stains on the heartland, can never be removed,from this country, that’s sick, sad, and confused.

Here comes another winter, of long shadows & high hopes,Here comes another winter, waitin’ for utopia,waitin for hell to freeze over.

The ammunition’s being passed, and the lords been praised,But the wars on the televisions will never be explained,All the bankers gettin sweaty, beneath their white collars,As the pound in our pocket, turns into a dollar.

This is the 51st state–of the U. S. A.(Repeat and fade.)

You can read more thoughts on Gove’s EBacc idea care of graphic designer Neville Brody here at De Zeen and here at D&Ad.

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