Chumbawamba Jukebox

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Chumbawamba Jukebox

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Chumbawamba Jukebox

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Copyright Notice: "Readymades," © 2002 Chumbawamba

Table of Contents:

1. Salt Fare, North Sea
2. Jacob's Ladder
3. All In Vain
4. Home With Me
5. If It Is To Be, It is Up To Me
6. Don't Try This At Home
7. Song For Len Shackleton
8. Without Rhyme Or Reason (The Killing of Harry Stanley)
9. Don't Pass Go
10. One Way Or The Other
11. When I'm Bad
12. Sewing Up Crap
13. After Shelley

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Copyright Notice: Chumbawamba, "WYSIWYG, " © 2000 Chumbawamba.

Table of Contents:

1. I'm With Stupid
2. Shake Baby Shake
3. Pass It Along
4. Hey Hey We're the Junkies
5. The Health & Happiness Show
6. I'm Coming Out
7. I'm In Trouble Again
8. Social Dogma
9. WWW Dot
10. New York Mining Disaster
11. I'm Not Sorry, I Was Having Fun
12. Jesus In Vegas
13. The Standing Still
14. She's Got All the Friends (That Money Can Buy)
15. Ladies for Compassionate Lynching
16. Celebration, Florida
17. Moses With a Gun
18. The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Jerry Springer
19. Smart Bomb
20. Knickers
21. Lie Lie Lie Lie
22. Dumbing Down

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Copyright Notice: "English Rebel Songs 1381-1914," © 2003 except 'Coal Not Dole BMG/Copyright Control, © Mutt Records Ltd 2003

Table of Contents:

1. The Cutty Wren
2. The Diggers Song
3. The Colliers March
4. The Triumph of General Ludd
5. Chartist Anthem
6. The Bad Squire
7. Song on The Times
8. Smashing of the Van
9. The World Turned Upside Down
10. Poverty Knock
11. Idris Strike Song
12. Hanging on the Old Barbed Wire
13. Coal Not Dole



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Copyright Notice: "Tubthumper," © 1997 Chumbawamba

Table of Contents:

1. Tubthumping
2. Amnesia
3. Drip, Drip, Drip
4. The Big Issue
5. The Good Ship Lifestyle
6. One By One
7. Outsider
8. Creepy Crawling
9. Mary, Mary
10. Smalltown
11. I Want More
12. Scapegoat

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Copyright Notice: "UnChumbawamba," © 2004 Mutt Records Ltd.

Table of Contents:

1. The Wizard of Menlo Park
2. Just Desserts
3. On eBay
4. Everything You Know is Wrong
5. Be With You
6. When Fine Society Sits Down to Dine
7. A Man Walks Into a Bar
8. Buy Nothing Day
9. Following You
10. We Don't Want to Sing Along
11. I Did It For Alfie
12. Rebel Code
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Re: Chumbawamba Jukebox

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Cutty Wren
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "English Rebel Songs 1381-1914," © 2003 except 'Coal Not Dole BMG/Copyright Control, © Mutt Records Ltd 2003

Oh where are you going? said Milder to Moulder
Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose
We're off to the wood! said John the Red Nose
We're off to the wood! said John the Red Nose
And what will you do there? said Milder to Moulder
Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose
We'll shoot the cutty wren! said John the Red Nose
We'll shoot the cutty wren! said John the Red Nose
Oh how will you cut him up? said Milder to Moulder
Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose
With knives and with forks! said John the Red Nose
With knives and with forks! said John the Red Nose
And who´ll get the spare ribs? said Milder to Moulder
Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose
We'll give them all to the poor! said John the Red Nose
We'll give them all to the poor! said John the Red Nose

Songwriters: Alice Nutter / Allen Whalley / Bruce Dunstan / Darren Hamer / Judith Abbott / Louise Watts / Nigel Hunter / Paul Greco
The Cutty Wren lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Re: Chumbawamba Jukebox

Postby admin » Sat Jun 23, 2018 11:24 pm

The Diggers Song
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "English Rebel Songs 1381-1914," © 2003 except 'Coal Not Dole BMG/Copyright Control, © Mutt Records Ltd 2003

You noble diggers all stand up now, stand up now
You noble diggers all stand up now
The wasteland to maintain sin [unknown] cavaliers by name
Your digging does maintain and persons all defame

Stand up now, stand up now
Your houses they pull down stand up now, stand up now
Your houses they pull down, stand up now
Your houses they pull down to fright your men in town

But the gentry must come down and the poor shall wear the crown
Stand up now diggers all
With spades and hoes and plows stand up now, stand up now
With spades and hoes and plows, stand up now

Your freedom to uphold sin [unknown] cavaliers are bold
To kill you if they could and rights from you to hold
Stand up now diggers all

The gentry are all round stand up now, stand up now
The gentry are all round stand up now
The gentry are all round on each side the are found
Their wisdom so profound to cheat us of our ground

Stand up now stand up now
The lawyers they conjoin stand up now stand up now
The lawyers they conjoin stand up now
To rescue they advise, such fury they devise, the devil in them lies

And hath blinded both their eyes
Stand up now, stand up now

The clergy they come in stand up now, stand up now
The clergy they come in stand up now
The clergy they come in and say it is a sin
That we should now begin our freedom for to win

Stand up now diggers all
'Gainst lawyers and 'gainst priests stand up now stand up now
'Gainst lawyers and 'gainst priests stand up now
For tyrants they are both, even flat against their oath

To grant us they are loathe free meat and drink and cloth
Stand up now diggers all
The club is all their law, stand up now stand up now
The club is all their law, stand up now
The club is all their law, to keep all men in awe
That they no vision saw to maintain such a law
Stand up now diggers all

Songwriters: Alice Nutter / Allen Whalley / Bruce Dunstan / Darren Hamer / Judith Abbott / Louise Watts / Nigel Hunter / Paul Greco
The Diggers Song lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Re: Chumbawamba Jukebox

Postby admin » Sat Jun 23, 2018 11:32 pm

The Colliers March
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "English Rebel Songs 1381-1914," © 2003 except 'Coal Not Dole BMG/Copyright Control, © Mutt Records Ltd 2003

The summer was over the season unkind
In harvest a snow, how uncommon to find
The times were oppressive and well be it known
That hunger will stronger starve fences break down
'Twas then from themselves the black gentry stepped out
With bludgeons determined to stir up a rout
The prince of the party who revelled from home
Was a terrible fellow and called Irish Thom
He brandished his bludgeon with dexterous skill
And close to his elbow was placed Barley Will
There instantly followed a numerous train
As cheerful as bold Robin Hood's merry men
Sworn to remedy a capital fault:
Bring down the exorbitant price of the malt
From Dudley to Walsall they trip-ped along
And Hampton was truly alarmed at the throng
Women and children wherever they go
Shouting out 'Oh the brave Dudley boys! Oh!'
With nailers and spinners the cavalcade joined
The markets to lower their flattering design
Six days out of seven poor nailing boys get
Little else at their meals but potatoes to eat
For bread hard they labour, good things never carve
And swore 'twere as well to be hanged as to starve
Such are the feelings in every land
Nothing necessities call can withstand
And riots are certain to sadden the year
When six penny loaves are three pound as up here

The song’s text was written c. 1790 by John Feeth, as part of his book The Political Songster, or A Touch on the Times, which was a collection of existing songs with the lyrics re-worked to mention current events. However, the original text gives the melody as “The Staffordshire Fox-Chase, which only seems to appear elsewhere in the book.” The original text is here. Interestingly, this–and several other performed versions–omit the first two lines.

The Colliers March.

Tune -- The Staffordshire Fox-chace.

Britons for news upon tip-toe were got,
Longing to hear from OLD GIB -- or what not;
The summer was over, the season unkind,
In harvest a snow how uncommon to find;
The times were oppressive, -- and well be it known,
Hunger will strongest of fences break down;
'Twas then from their cells the black gentry stept out,
With bludgeons, determin'd to stir up a rout.

The Prince of the party, who revel'd from home,
Was a terrible fellow, and call'd IRISH TOM;
He brandish'd his bludgeon with dexterous skill,
And close to his elbow was plac'd BARLEY WILL;
Instantly follow'd a numerous train,
Chearful as bold Robin Hood's merry men,
Sworn to remedy a capital fault,
And bring down th' exorbitant price of the MALT.

From Dudley to Walfall they trip it along,
And 'Hampton was truly alarm'd at the throng;
Women and children, wherever they go,
Shouting out, "O the brave Dudley Boys O!"
Nailors and Spinners, the cavalcade join,
The markets to lower their flatt'ring design;
Regulation of Consciences holding in view, --
But MALTSTERS with Conscience have nothing to do.

Six days out of seven poor nailing boys get,
Little else at their meals but potatoes to eat;
For bread hard they labour, good things never carve,
And swore, 'twere as well to be hang'd as to starve:
Such are the feelings in every land,
Nothing Necessity's call can withstand;
And RIOTS are certain to sadden the year,
When Six-penny Loaves but Three-pounders appear.
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Re: Chumbawamba Jukebox

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The Triumph of General Ludd
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "English Rebel Songs 1381-1914," © 2003 except 'Coal Not Dole BMG/Copyright Control, © Mutt Records Ltd 2003

No more chant your old rhymes about old Robin Hood
His feats I do little admire
I'll sing the achievements of General Ludd
Now the hero of Nottingham Shire
Those engines of mischief were sentenced to die
By unanimous vote of the trade
And Ludd who cannot a position defy
Was the grand executioner made
Whether guarded by soldiers along the highway
Or closely secured in a room
He shivers them up by night and by day
And nothing can soften their doom
Shall the whole team of humble no longer oppressed
And shall Ludd sheath his conquering sword
Be his grievance instantly met with redress
Than peace shall be quickly restored
Let the wise and the great lend their aid and advice
Never ere their assistance withdraw
Till full-fashioned work at the old-fashioned price
Is established by custom and law

Songwriters: Alice Nutter / Allen Whalley / Bruce Dunstan / Darren Hamer / Judith Abbott / Louise Watts / Nigel Hunter / Paul Greco
The Triumph of General Ludd lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Chartist Anthem
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "English Rebel Songs 1381-1914," © 2003 except 'Coal Not Dole BMG/Copyright Control, © Mutt Records Ltd 2003

A hundred years, a thousand years, we're marching on the road
The going isn't easy yet, we've got a heavy load, oh we've got a heavy load
The way is blind with blood and sweat, and death sings in our ears
But time is marching on our side, we will defeat the years, oh we will defeat the years
We men of bone of shrunken shank, our only treasure doth,
Women who carry at their breast heirs to the hungry earth, oh heirs to the hungry earth
Speak with one voice, we march, we rest, and march again upon the years
Sons of our sons are listening to hear the Chartist cheers
Oh, to hear the Chartists cheers

Songwriters: Judith Abbott / Duncan Bruce / Neil Ferguson / Darren Hamer / Nigel Hunter / Alice Nutter / Louise Watts / Allan Whalley
Chartist Anthem lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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The Bad Squire
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "English Rebel Songs 1381-1914," © 2003 except 'Coal Not Dole BMG/Copyright Control, © Mutt Records Ltd 2003

The merry brown hares came a-leaping
Over the crest of the hill
Where the clover and corn lay a-sleeping
Under the moonlight so still
Leaping so late and so early
‘Till under their bite and their tread
The swedes and the wheat and the barley
Lay cankered and trampled and dead

A poacher's poor widow sat sighing
On the side of the moss-patterned bank
Where under the gloom of the fir-woods
One acre of ground laying rank
She watched over barely grown clover
Where rabbit or hare never ran
For the ground that it all covered over
Hid the blood of a good murdered man

She thought of the shaded plantation
And the hares and her husband's own blood
And the voice of her own indignation
Rose up to the throne of her God
There's blood on your new foreign shrubs, Squire
There's blood on your pointer's cold feet
There's blood on the game that you sell Squire
And there's blood on the game that you eat

You have sold out the labouring man, Squire
Both body and soul for to shame
To pay for your seat in the House, Squire
And to pay for the feed of your game
You made him a poacher yourself, Squire
When you'd give not the work nor the meat
And your barley-fed hares robbed the garden
At our starving poor little one's feet

When packed into one tiny chamber
Man, mother and little ones lay
While the rain pattered in on our bride bed
And the walls barely held out the day
When we lay in the heat of the fever
On the mud and the clay of the floor
‘Till you parted us all for three months, Squire
And we knocked at the working house door

So to kennels and liveried varlets
Where you starved your own daughter of bread
And worn out with liquor and harlots
See your heirs at your feet lying dead
When you follow them into your heaven
And your soul rots asleep in the grave
Then Squire, you will not be forgiven
By the free men you took as your slaves
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Song on the Times
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "English Rebel Songs 1381-1914," © 2003 except 'Coal Not Dole BMG/Copyright Control, © Mutt Records Ltd 2003

You working men of England one moment now attend
While I unfold the treatment of the poor upon this land
For nowadays the factory lords have brought the labour low
And daily are contriving plans to prove our overthrow

So arouse! You sons of freedom! The world seems upside down
They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town

There's different parts in Ireland, it's true what I do state
There's hundreds that are starving for they can't get food to eat
And if they go unto the rich to ask them for relief
They bang their door all in their face as if they were a thief
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Smashing of the Van
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "English Rebel Songs 1381-1914," © 2003 except 'Coal Not Dole BMG/Copyright Control, © Mutt Records Ltd 2003

Attend you gallant Irishmen and listen for a while
I'll sing to you the praises of the sons of Erin's Isle
It's of those gallant heroes who voluntarily ran
To release two Irish shamrocks from an English prison van

My lads for freedom, let's all join heart and hand
May the Lord have mercy on the boys that helped to smash the van

On the eighteenth of September, it was a dreadful year
When sorrow and excitement ran throughout all Lancashire
At a gathering of the Irish boys they volunteered each man
To release those Irish prisoners out of the prison van

My lads for freedom, let's all join heart and hand
May the Lord have mercy on the boys that helped to smash the van

In Manchester one morning those heroes did agree
Their leaders, Kelly and Deasy, should have their liberty
They drank a health to Ireland and soon made up the plan
To meet the prisoners on the road and take and smash the van

My lads for freedom, let's all join heart and hand
May the Lord have mercy on the boys that helped to smash the van

With courage bold those heroes went and soon the van did stop
They cleared the guards from back and front and then smashed in the top
But in blowing open of the lock, they chanced to kill a man
So three men must die on the scaffold high for smashing of the van

My lads for freedom, let's all join heart and hand
May the Lord have mercy on the boys that helped to smash the van

So now kind friends I will conclude, I think it would be right
That all true-hearted Irishmen together should unite
Together should sympathize, my friends, and do the best we can
To keep the memories ever green of the boys that smashed the van

My lads for freedom, let's all join heart and hand
May the Lord have mercy on the boys that helped to smash the van

Songwriters: Alice Nutter / Allen Whalley / Bruce Dunstan / Darren Hamer / Judith Abbott / Louise Watts / Nigel Hunter / Paul Greco
Smashing of the Van lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Postby admin » Sat Jun 23, 2018 11:39 pm

World Turned Upside Down
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "English Rebel Songs 1381-1914," © 2003 except 'Coal Not Dole BMG/Copyright Control, © Mutt Records Ltd 2003

In sixteen forty-nine to St. George's Hill
A ragged band they called the Diggers came to show the people's will
They defied the landlords, they defied the laws
They were the dispossessed reclaiming what was theirs
'We come in peace, 'they said, 'to dig and sow'
'We come to work the land in common and to make the waste ground grow'
'This Earth divided, we will make whole'
'So it can be a common treasury for all'
'The sin of property we do disdain'
'No one has any right to buy or sell the earth for private gain'
'By theft and murder they took the land'
'Now everywhere the walls spring up at their command'
'They make the laws to chain us well'
'The clergy dazzle us with heaven or they damn us into hell'
'We will not worship the god the serve'
'The god of greed who feeds the rich whilst people starve'
'We work, we eat together, we take up swords'
'We will not bow to the masters or pay rent to the lords'
'We are free people though we are poor'
You diggers all stand up for glory, stand up now

Songwriters: Alice Nutter / Allen Whalley / Bruce Dunstan / Darren Hamer / Judith Abbott / Louise Watts / Nigel Hunter / Paul Greco
World Turned Upside Down lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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