Most of Billys lyrics make the hair on my neck stand up , sometimes with anger at the way are things were and are and sometimes with sadness at the way things were and are being a 60 odd something who remembers the 70s and 80s here in England albeit as a young naive person.
I saw Billy supporting the style council when i was 13 and after watching my mining town destroyed by Thatcher, he and Paul Weller awoke my social conscious. I luv them for this.
Danke für‘s teilen! Die Aufnahme ist, soweit ich mich erinnere aber von 1988. Ich war bei einem der Konzerte die Billy dort gab. Es war für mich einer der entscheidenden Momente im Leben. Ich stand sofort in Flammen und dachte: „ja, er gibt uns eine Stimme…“ Eins der prägenden musikalischen Erlebnisse in meinem Leben.
Back then, I lived on the other side of town from Saint George's Hill. The not so posh side. Billy Bragg's lyrics really hit the spot for me. Them and us. The haves and have-nots. This song changed my life.
"The sin of property we disdain" ✝ In this vein another poem... One marks a pattern of disease in this a World where men but seize, and if they have not clasped with might they dream to do so day & night. The common earth, a treasury, is parceled out as property; no sooner is a profit known than someone, somewhere, seeks to own. It seems that man is but adroit within a remit to exploit; the word for lack of growth - stagnate - this lust for increase must abate. The love of money is the sin that does explain this state we’re in; is there a vaccine for this ill and would it be a bitter pill? A change must come, & come it must, before this World is turned to dust; four horsemen of Apocalypse, they have the bits at their steed’s lips. But on our side, the Graces three, remain, Faith, Hope, & Charity; and always in the darkest night will new solutions come to light.
Such a killer song, and one that still gets me fired up today. "You poor take courage, you rich take care" ✊
Billy in my view will always be the people's poet. The vision will never cease.
Most of Billys lyrics make the hair on my neck stand up , sometimes with anger at the way are things were and are and sometimes with sadness at the way things were and are being a 60 odd something who remembers the 70s and 80s here in England albeit as a young naive person.
Not Billy's lyrics, though. It's a cover (Leon Rosselon wrote it)
@@charliegibbins , I was talking about all his songs , I've been listening since 83, but yes right this song wasn't his , cheers
I saw Billy supporting the style council when i was 13 and after watching my mining town destroyed by Thatcher, he and Paul Weller awoke my social conscious. I luv them for this.
He bloody nailed it, what a great song, thank you very much for sharing this
Danke für‘s teilen!
Die Aufnahme ist, soweit ich mich erinnere aber von 1988. Ich war bei einem der Konzerte die Billy dort gab.
Es war für mich einer der entscheidenden Momente im Leben. Ich stand sofort in Flammen und dachte:
„ja, er gibt uns eine Stimme…“
Eins der prägenden musikalischen Erlebnisse in meinem Leben.
this song is fire
What a tune!
Back then, I lived on the other side of town from Saint George's Hill. The not so posh side. Billy Bragg's lyrics really hit the spot for me. Them and us. The haves and have-nots. This song changed my life.
This is a Leon Rosselson song. Bill didn't write this.
Yes, the song is from 1988 in the GDR.
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We sang this at The Jose Marti Brigade summer camp in Cuba 1992 as part of the British Brigade.
I aslo sang "Booshwah Blues."
Never fails to make the hairs ony neck stand up , 41 years on from first seeing him.
❤
This is never getting on mainstream TV these days! Omg! He said the word 'tits'. Love ya Billy!
Oi Billy, Hey we both got older , but still left-wing, Grüße aus Berlin
And yet he's sucking Zionists off today on twitter. 🤷
Great version of Leo Rosellson song
Leon, but yes
Uma mega responsabilidade e coragem que o acompanhou até os dias de hoje
1:50 that Steer is chugging like an engine
Billy, were you using a flanger?
"The sin of property we disdain" ✝
In this vein another poem...
One marks a pattern of disease
in this a World where men but seize,
and if they have not clasped with might
they dream to do so day & night.
The common earth, a treasury,
is parceled out as property;
no sooner is a profit known
than someone, somewhere, seeks to own.
It seems that man is but adroit
within a remit to exploit;
the word for lack of growth - stagnate -
this lust for increase must abate.
The love of money is the sin
that does explain this state we’re in;
is there a vaccine for this ill
and would it be a bitter pill?
A change must come, & come it must,
before this World is turned to dust;
four horsemen of Apocalypse,
they have the bits at their steed’s lips.
But on our side, the Graces three,
remain, Faith, Hope, & Charity;
and always in the darkest night
will new solutions come to light.
we wiill not bow to youir masters
More like 1986?
Yes, 15.8.1986, "Lieder-Sommer der FDJ", Ost-Berlin, DDR.
2:00 Broken string
Bragmen
Erich Honeckers zombie skateboards in the back
Billy is far too young for this to be 1998.