C’est Treasure

Treasure” is a song originally written in advance of the 1999 WTO protests in Seattle, also known as N30 or the Battle of/in Seattle.

Was November 30, 1999, the last event before the US irrevocably came under the influence of the Disaster Capitalism written about in Naomi Klein’s The Shock Doctrine? When will we recognize it? And can we find the time, methods and presence of mind to turn it all around? I like to think so.   -recorded Dec. 18, 1999; andrew willard on drums.

      Treasure

 

When you arrive at Foxtail Lane, hide your ride,
take the brush to the overway
Slide thru the hole clipped in the fence,
just under the cam you may need to wrench
Blue-tinted flashlight, starting fuel,
gloves and clippers and one right heart
Go on it’s just like treasure, Go on, go on, it’s just like…

‘Cause when these dreaming behemoths rev up,
You can’t recover from what they uncover there
Light up these silent nightmares now, Sleep tight,
Sleep tight, we’ll make them harmless
Sleep tight, we’ll make them harmless terrors now

Go on, go on, go on; you’ve beat the password,
station override
Spin is hiding its roguish skulduggery,
so rip the sheepsuit down to the Ogre’s knees
And transmit it all around the world,
“Our Love is just like Treasure”
Transmit it all around the world, Our Love is just like…

And in the morning we’ll watch them tumble,
Trading low on The Street and in audio
What new ride will they pedal now?
Sleep light, sleep light, What rider will they…
What rider will they peddle now?

You say “What if it all turns madness?”
Oh come on, as if it wasn’t Madness now?
You say “What if it all turns madness?”
Oh come on, as if it wasn’t Madness now?
Fistfuls of Monsanto flora,
take apart the field by morning time
Fistfuls of Novartis flora,
we’ll take apart the field by morning time…

Go on, go on, go on, my loves; Our love is just like Treasure now!

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Melody

A little bit of Stones to help break in the site, called, appropriately enough, Melody. This is one of their coolest jazz-type numbers and one most folks have never heard before. It features a wonderful vocal interplay between Jagger and pianist Billy Preston, a horn arrangement by Arif Mardin, a great slinky rhythm and some choice campy gut-busting lyrics:

“Melody, it was her second name; Melody, it was her second name.

Then one day she left me, she took everything and moved
She took my trailer home, she took my Sunday booze”.

Give it a listen, see what you think.