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Message: <blockquote data-quote="billd91" data-source="post: 2451986" data-attributes="member: 3400">I can't say that any song defines me, though there are some that I really relate to or that are capable of inspiring me to be the best me I can be. Most of them tend to be fairly political though.I've always been partial to: Waiting for the Great Leap Forwards by Billy BraggIt may have been Camelot for Jack and JacquelineBut on the Che Guevara highway filling up with gasolineFidel Castro's brother spies a rich lady who's cryingOver luxury's disappointmentSo he walks over and he's tryingTo sympathise with her but he thinks that he should warn herThat the Third World is just around the cornerIn the Soviet Union a scientist is blindedBy the resumption of nuclear testing and he is remindedThat Dr Robert Oppenheimer's optimism fellAt the first hurdleIn the Cheese Pavilion and the only noise I hearIs the sound of someone stacking chairsAnd mopping up spilt beerAnd someone asking questions and basking in the lightOf the fifteen fame filled minutes of the fanzine writerMixing Pop and Politics he asks me what the use isI offer him embarrassment and my usual excusesWhile looking down the corridorOut to where the van is waitingI'm looking for the Great Leap ForwardsJumble sales are organised and pamphlets have been postedEven after closing time there's still parties to be hostedYou can be active with the activistsOr sleep in with the sleepersWhile you're waiting for the Great Leap ForwardsOne leap forward, two leaps backWill politics get me the sack?here comes the future and you can't run from itIf you've got a blacklist I want to be on itIt's a mighty long way down rock 'n rollFrom Top of the Pops to drawing the doleIf no one seems to understandStart your own revolution and cut out the middlemanIn a perfect world we'd all sing in tuneBut this is reality so give me some roomSo join the struggle while you mayThe Revolution is just a T-shirt awayWaiting for the Great Leap ForwardsAnd, not so political but related to being the descendent of Irish immigrants, Thousands are Sailing by the Pogues:The island it is silent nowBut the ghosts still haunt the wavesAnd the torch lights up a famished manWho fortune could not saveDid you work upon the railroadDid you rid the streets of crimeWere your dollars from the white houseWere they from the five and dimeDid the old songs taunt or cheer youAnd did they still make you cryDid you count the months and yearsOr did your teardrops quickly dryAh, no, says he, ’twas not to beOn a coffin ship I came hereAnd I never even got so farThat they could change my nameThousands are sailingAcross the western oceanTo a land of opportunityThat some of them will never seeFortune prevailingAcross the western oceanTheir bellies fullTheir spirits freeThey’ll break the chains of povertyAnd they’ll danceIn manhattan’s desert twilightIn the death of afternoonWe stepped hand in hand on broadwayLike the first man on the moonAnd the blackbird broke the silenceAs you whistled it so sweetAnd in Brendan Behan’s footstepsI danced up and down the streetThen we said goodnight to broadwayGiving it our best regardsTipped our hats to mister CohenDear old times square’s favorite bardThen we raised a glass to JFKAnd a dozen more besidesWhen I got back to my empty roomI suppose I must have criedThousands are sailingAgain across the oceanWhere the hand of opportunityDraws tickets in a lotteryPostcards we’re mailingOf sky-blue skies and oceansFrom rooms the daylight never seesWhere lights don’t glow on christmas treesBut we dance to the musicAnd we danceThousands are sailingAcross the western oceanWhere the hand of opportunityDraws tickets in a lotteryWhere e’er we go, we celebrateThe land that makes us refugeesFrom fear of priests with empty platesFrom guilt and weeping effigiesAnd we dance</blockquote>

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