I’m so very fed up with news coverage – TV, in print, online, telling me how shite everything is. I know, I really do, I know. But there’s only so much you can take of people shouting at you at the top of their voice – “We’re doooooomed! We’re all dooooooomed! The economy is screwed! The Eurozone is collapsing! The banks are going under (again)!!!”
I get it.
Not ignoring it.
Not pretending it’s not happening. Not too stupid to realise what’s at stake.
But… if there’s nothing you, or I, or governments, or corporations can do about it… clearly something has to change. The system (no-one’s listening, so I won’t shout) .. does not seem to be working any more. Or to put it another way, the smoke and mirrors that the global, capitalist economic model depends on is failing to convince even its most ardent acolytes.
So, here’s a new song that has no solutions, proposes no answers, apart from suggesting that we might all be the better of a drink.
It's over eighty years since the last Great Market Crash So I suppose we all forgot about the lesson That's there's no such thing as money, when all is said and done So we're heading for another Great Depression There's pollution in the atmosphere and poison in the sea And they thell me that the polar caps are shrinkin' They've modified the genome in the vegetables we eat Christ knows what's in the water that we're drinkin' So come on all you jolly boys and all you bonny girls It really doesn't matter what you're doing In Partick or in Paris or all around the world We're all going to rack and going to ruin. Take off your belt and shoes please, and leave that bottle here We want to know just what your drink is made of Terrorists at home and there are terrorists abroad So many things we need to be afraid of You tell me that there's a storm, that's building up ahead Dark days and even darker nights are coming Devil take the hindmost and dog'll feed on dog And we'll see what kind of race the rats are running So come on all you jolly boys and all you bonny girls It really doesn't matter what you're doing In Govan or the Gambia or all around the world We're all going to rack and going to ruin. They say the world is in the lavvy, we're all going doon the pan The next wave will surely put us under. We're all barely treading water, and going down again We're drownin, is it really any wonder? So bugger the begrudgers, even though they say we're doomed Gather round you jolly boys and bonny lasses Here's a health to one and all, time to get another round While we all still have strength to drain our glasses. So come on all you jolly boys and all you bonny girls It really doesn't matter what you're doing In Hell or Hull or Halifax or all around the world We're all going to rack And never coming back All going to rack and going to ruin.