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A bit of a crappy recording of the very first song I ever wrote, back when I was 15 or so! Excuse my cold - when I sing this without the cold, it sounds a lot less scrappy.

Another protest song, about the majority of the Earth's population who live in what we'd consider poverty by Australian terms. The poor buggers who make all of our shirts, and our plastic trinkets, and the cheap gifts that we buy and throw away. They cop a raw deal - and the sick thing is that we need those people for luxurious first world countries to function.

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I could not sleep last night.
My mind was cold, like a wave
that rolled in my head. Words I have read
of the dead, and the diggers of graves.

There are Wicked Kings in this world.
They own oil and minerals and gold.
They are wicked men, who buy all they can
and steal what will not be sold.

There’s a war rushing on, my friend -
and it’s waged against unarmed civilians.
We shop in our stores, and we fund hidden wars
that sponsor the murder of millions.

I see you shift in your skin
and say, “I never killed anyone.”
Our economy rapes resources-rich states -
it is we who are holding the gun.

I watched all the big ships come in
and my eyes bore through every hull -
and oil debris, punched holes in the sea
and the cargo was flooded with skulls.

The wealth of the cargo, it falls
through the holes in the pockets of men.
At the top of the lot is the rich, greedy boss -
that’s the nature of the beast, my friend.

It’s a beast that hungers for oil,
and is fed on the finest of flesh.
From the factory’s yield, to the farmer of the field
in China, Sudan and Bangladesh.

I heard you were restless last night,
with dreams of the dying and hurt.
As you let your mind stray, somewhere far away
another body rots in the dirt.

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from On Blue Days - the demo tapes, released July 9, 2021
Darcy Hay - harmonica, guitar, vocals, lyrics

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Darcy Hay Geraldton, Australia

Folk, country and blues singer-songwriter from the Midwest of Western Australia with a penchant for political and poetic lyricism, energetic guitar playing, authentic vocals and deft harmonica work

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