icu – foto Smith
A final draft from the vault before moving on . . . a fun bouncy eco-blues from twos year ago.
Click here to hear Onward Ho . . . 4:26.
Onward Ho (the song)
We clawed through the sea
belly flopped onto land
till wretched in wealth
we poisoned our glands
We cut down the trees
befouled our own nest
gave the dogs fleas
and messed with the rest
And now running us
greed dressed in suits
a big moral muss
that none can refute
Up through the stages with the goods for the bads
Releasing our rages and trashing our pad
For the balance of fair
is lost in this life
where our given share
is trickle-down lies
There’s more than enough
but not much more time
share some of the stuff
or pay for the crime
Because if you don’t
this card house will fall
be a world of won’t
collapse on us all
So down through the ages from the good to the bad
We’re still simple savages trashing our pad
— Smith, 2011
u c what’s happening – foto Smith