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Bobcats
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Satire about censorship with Wylie Robbins Thorne-Thomsen on mandolin
media language censorship
Folk singer, social commentary, satire, people's stories, children's music
Hi Folks, The Bard Insurgent here. My comrade D.O. (the Poet Roofer) and I got that handle (The Bard Insurgents) from traveling town to town performing songs and poetry about people's lives. I've been performing since I was 3 years old, cutting my vocal chords on liturgical and classical music. I was a concert soloist as a child, when I wasn't herding cows, throwing hay and shoveling manure. During the Civil Rights movement and the Vietnam war, I began writing songs about social change. I left the country in 1970 and my dozen years in other countries, mostly in Africa & South America, have provided a global perspective to my music. My travels helped me realize that people all around the world are essentially the same in their basic life needs and their desires to live peacefully in their communities. These experiences have informed my commitment to working for international understanding as I organize at home. A powerful way to educate and inspire is with music. I tell people's stories, do social commentary with a touch of satire that I hope you enjoy and share with your friends, as well as sing together in the streets and in your living rooms. I also have children's music written for the children in my life with Jacob and Kayla as primary muses. Looking forward to seeing you on the road, Tom
Song Info
Genre
Podcasts Comedy
Charts
#159 today Peak #1
#16 in subgenre Peak #1
Author
Tom Neilson
Rights
Tom Neilson 2022
Uploaded
August 23, 2022
Track Files
MP3
MP3 12.8 MB 320 kbps 5:35
Story behind the song
I was just doing word play one day and it evolved into a song about media and government censorship and manipulation
Lyrics
Most Bobcats ain’t named Bob, Most Tomcats ain’t named Tom Most Pole Cats ain’t from the Pole; The whole truth ain’t always whole Fishercats don’t fish; a Bearcat’s not a cat; A bearcat’s not even a bear; Language can be tricky like that Most Hoot owls don’t give a hoot; Shooting stars don’t shoot; Most McGuires aren’t named Molly; Polyannas ain’t named Polly Most Stevedores ain’t named Steve; What you read is make believe Question everything you hear; Don’t breathe bad atmosphere You might not want me to say anything that gets in the way Of what you might be believing, but Wall St is deceiving Smart bombs ain’t so smart; knew that from the start, All they ever do is hurt; story’s old as dirt. Destroy the village to save it Cut down the trees, then pave it; Create a need & then crave it, From the cradle to the grave it. Sometimes the future is delayed; Sometimes it comes a little soon That same ole song has played & danced a million times around the room Looking back, in retrospect, should have looked before you lept The great reset isn’t great; You’re lost if you hesitate Don’t vote for evils of lessers; Don’t support your oppressors Don’t put your faith in Pharma drugs & pay for mercenary thugs Yes it’s 1984; déjà vu again once more ; A NATO Nazi proxy war; A Russian asset troubadour If you’ve a different point of view; They’re gonna sensor you; The letter of the law, is not to see what you saw In the blink of an eye, quick as a wink; you can’t think what you think With their lies to mix & match; when you could just go and have a catch. Sometimes the future is delayed; Sometimes it comes a little soon That same ole song has played & danced a million times around the room You might not want me to say anything that gets in the way As you go lie, kill and rob; Most Bobcats ain’t named Bob Why don’t you go get a job; Most bobcats ain’t named Bob.
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