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all those years ago, when I first sat down to learn the guitar, the last thing I imagined is that the song/songs I'd be seventeenth best remembered for would be the Ian Brown 'Twattych', of which this 'we the sheeple' is the concluding part in all available senses of that word.
having transposed Ian's lyrics/tweets almost literally during the kasabian-meets-kasabian 'romp' of 'granny killaz' then moved on to a more cut n'paste approach for the nick-cave-begging-for-his-life-in-a-rumbelows 'pig pharma', for this piece - and it is a piece, you fucking heathens - I imagined an ALMOST INEVITABLE future where Ian, majestically bedecked, is hauled to court by the lizard people and held to account for the crime of nothing except being himself.
yes, at times Ian's accent, always flexible, veers close/precisely to the stylings of a slightly sedated Ringo Starr, who is another interesting character and no mistake, and my finger drumming is, at best, rudimentary, but I would like to think that somewhere, possibly in a haze of skunk, a silly man is thinking twice about the dangerous bullshit he is putting out into the world and pausing to take a piss - or at the very least sterilise the bong - before pressing send on whatever fuck-sand is forming beneath his feet.
buy a mask. wear it. love ya. x
lyrics
this song has no lyrics but I believe the court transcript is available from the deep state
credits
from
the brown twattych,
track released November 1, 2020
featuring a generic judge-character with too much reverb on his voice and Ian-ish Brown, as occasionally played, as mentioned above, by the former drummer/Brexit expert of the Beatles.
image sourced by Ghoul. Thanks Ghoul!
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