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Trickle Down
1017
Jazz
Trickle Down è stato pubblicato il 1 gennaio 2003 da Concord Records come parte dell'album Y'All Just Don't Know
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Data di uscita1 gennaio 2003
EtichettaConcord Records
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dapp Theory
Dapp Theory
Performer
Bruce Cockburn
Bruce Cockburn
Guitar
Kokayi
Kokayi
Vocals
Mark Prince
Mark Prince
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Cockburn
Bruce Cockburn
Composer
Andy Milne
Andy Milne
Composer
Carl Walker
Carl Walker
Composer

Testi

Picture on magazine, boardroom pop star
Pin-stripe prophet of peckerhead greed
You say, "Trust me with the money, the keys to the universe
Trickle down will give us everything we need"
A brand new century, private penitentiary
Bank vault utopia padded for the few
Tumors for the masses, coughing for the masses
Earphones for the masses and they all serve you
"Plow fields in Brazil's rain forests
The soil is porous, the stench out in corporate mouth reaches
The phosphorous, the phosphorous
Politicos with a chest smile, pocket full of tobacco leaf
Weed, hail, and stale dreams off to giving up a pale plea
I said a patriot gaze without hair, son
G-O-P-seized stock together, son
Those sworn to uphold the law continue on their headless mission
41 Shots for the poor, left the guns missing
Tomorrow's seeking life to tether our design"
Trickle down, give 'em the business
Trickle down, supposed to give us the goods
Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty
Trickle down everywhere, trickle down blood
What used to pass for education now looks more like ignoration
Take the people's money and slip it to the corporation
Yellow rain, golden shower, pesticide firepower
Summoned feudal demons of sweatshop subjugation
Workfare, foul air, homeless beggars everywhere
Picture phone aristocrats lounge around the pool
Captains of industry smiling benevolently
Leaky hull supertanker ship of fools
Trickle down, give 'em the business
Trickle down, supposed to give us the goods
Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty
Trickle down everywhere, trickle down blood
Harvest the moon, industry ends the day
With the same relay's tune, forethought, men of the apocalypse cruise
Money consumes, consumers presume, prescription looms
Look as the evil exude off the skin like sweat
Good ops, facades, the city of pit ops
Li-li-li-light camera action, glass walls, patriot faction
Native American concentration camps, casino reactions
Plates laced with smallpox, pull the lever
Triple six hits man and you know that your soul
It seems to die forever, forever, forever
Trickle down, give 'em the business
Trickle down, supposed to give us the goods
Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty
Trickle down everywhere, trickle down blood
Trickle down, give 'em the business
Trickle down, supposed to give us the goods
Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty
Trickle down everywhere, trickle down blood
Trickle down, give 'em the business
Trickle down, supposed to give us the goods
Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty
Trickle down everywhere, trickle down blood
Written by: Andy Milne, Bruce Cockburn, Carl Walker
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