Place and Rickards’ The Boats and the Brown (Tara) by GM Jon

Folk-grunge; low gritty female alto, sensual close-mic delivery with restrained doubled phrases; spring reverb tails around radio-fuzz textures, shortwave tides and coded-digit flicker; slow stalking pulse; muted acoustic guitar, floor toms, bright hypnotic chimes and a strange music box

They want you to blame the boats and the brown Because your disposable income is down Cos if you punch down at the boats and the brown It diverts your eyes from what's really going down Look up, and see billionaires, big Corps and thieves Robbing you blind with impunity and ease Transfering all wealth to the very top Brothers and sisters, let's make them stop. There's enough for us all, an equitable share And, to our planet, we've a duty of care Times are not hard 'cos of foreigns or browns Times they are tough' cos of billionaire clowns They want you to blame the boats and the brown Because your disposable income is down Cos if you punch down at the boats and the brown It diverts your eyes from what's really going down  Hoarding the wealth while stoking our hate We must turn our world, before it's too late And see, it isn’t the browns and the boats But the lies of billionaires that stick in our throats And then, only then, will we all realise The real enemies are the wealth-owners’ lies And see how they weaken us word after word Unconsciously swallowing everything that we’ve heard They want you to blame the boats and the brown Because your disposable income is down Cos if you punch down at the boats and the brown It diverts your eyes from what's really going down

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