There’s a river of red mud
Running through the Danube
It’s gonna poison everything
But what’s it matter if the Eiffel Tower is standing
And the Statue of Liberty still gleams
As long as we have
Tourist traps and gasoline
We have everything we need
It doesn’t matter if the
Fish we cannot eat
We can grab a burger
At the Dairy Queen
Oh be thankful for
The corporations’ plastic cards
300 channels turning little people into stars
And stars into God
And God into mythology
For little people like me
There’s a river of red greed
Running through the heart and veins
It’s gonna poison everything
But whats it matter if the bottom line is solid
And Midas touches the revenue streams
As long as we have
Swag and souvenirs
We have everything we need
It doesn’t matter if the music that we hear
Is a beating pulse or a dying scream
Oh be thankful for
The corporations’ plastic cards
300 channels turning little cowards into czars
And czars into God
And God into mythology
For little people like me
I believe that things change
If we get off this pre-arranged
Diet of empty things
Wouldn’t it be nice to be thinking again?
Oh be thankful for
The corporations’ plastic cards
300 channels turning little people into stars
And stars into God
And God into mythology
For little people like me
The new EP from Scottish songwriter Alec Bowman_Clarke goes deep, setting vulnerable lyrics to gentle melodies & stripped-back arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 30, 2021
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020