Fight The Good Fight Club

by Joe Solo

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Hang on in there, brother Hang on in there, brother Hang on in there, brother I'm right here by your side It's a long, long road to freedom It's a long, long road to freedom It's a long, long road to freedom But I'm right here by your side We'll walk this road together We'll walk this road together We'll walk this road together I'm right here by your side There's a shining light of hope now There's a shining light of hope now There's a shining light of hope now And I'm right here by your side Hang on in there, brother Hang on in there, brother Hang on in there, brother I'm right here by your side Words and Music By Joe Solo
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There'll always be someone to tell you you're wrong That you don't really know what you've got til it's gone But if you know there's a wrong and a right Come and help drag the dark kicking into the light In the Fight The Good Fight Club now! There'll always be someone afraid of a change Been a slave for so long that they can't see the chains But if life's got you tied up so tight That it's taunting your days And it's haunting your nights Join the Fight The Good Fight Club now! There'll always be someone to tell you you're wrong But keep asking the questions and brother be strong If you know there's a wrong and a right Come and help drag the dark kicking into the light In the Fight The Good Fight Club now! Words and Music By Joe Solo
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I met an old man in the bar by the harbour The bar by the harbour one late summer's eve The seagulls were wheeling high over the houses And he spoke in a whisper as chill as the breeze He said: "Liberty son, is whisky and women And whisky and women are bought and they're sold Slavery boy, is chains made of iron And freedom's the same But with chains made of gold" I told that old man I had gold in my pocket Gold to buy freedom, I'd walk I'd not crawl But he laughed and he told me: "You know not of freedom For freedom you buy, that's no freedom at all" He said: "Liberty son, is whisky and women And whisky and women are bought and they're sold Slavery boy, is chains made of iron And freedom's the same But with chains made of gold" I left that old man in the bar by the harbour He stared at the moonlight out over the wall And I swear that he must have been half mad with whisky The words that he spoke, they made no sense at all He said: "Liberty son, is whisky and women And whisky and women are bought and they're sold Slavery boy, is chains made of iron And freedom's the same But with chains made of gold" Words and Music By Joe Solo
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Me Dad he told me: "If you want a life You never ever let them know when you hurt For every man who rode the punches, son You'll find a dozen lying down in the dirt But you can't keep a good man You can't keep a good man Can't keep a good man down You can't keep a good man Can't keep a good man Can't keep a good man down Tears? You'll never have them if you've no regrets You never let them gather dust on a shelf You keep your eyes upon the road ahead Cos what's behind you can look after itself You can't keep a good man You can't keep a good man Can't keep a good man down You can't keep a good man Can't keep a good man Can't keep a good man down Every man that ever was has met his match And all that matters is what happens then If you want a live a life my son You get back up and do it all again You can't keep a good man You can't keep a good man Can't keep a good man down You can't keep a good man Can't keep a good man Can't keep a good man down Words and Music By Joe Solo
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If I was a lowly orphan boy And you were a lady fair And I lay starving in the street While you had bread to spare Would you share that bread and care for me Or leave me lying there If I was a lowly orphan boy And you were a lady fair? If I was a lonely homeless man Out begging in the street And you the member of that flock Who loudly, proudly bleet Would you cast a penny, or a stone Or stare down at your feet If I was a lonely homeless man Out begging in the street? If I was a lowly stranger On the road to Galillee And you saw not the future Nor you cared for history Would you cross the road like all the rest or turn and follow me If I was a lowly stranger On the road to Galillee?
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Ray 03:56
Old Ray, well he was one in a million He lived for 97 years in this town Lost what family he had But we all knew him as 'Dad' And today we lay old Ray in the ground I could sit and talk to Ray here for hours Saying nothing much of anything profound Just good company all night On the barstool to my right Today we lay old Ray in the ground Let the bells ring out from St. Mary's And echo all around the town Get the message through To everyone he knew Today we lay old Ray in the ground He'd always let you beat him at Poker He'd fold a winning hand and buy a round He were just the sort of bloke Who'd rather hear than crack a joke And today we lay old Ray in the ground Let the bells ring out from St. Mary's And echo all around the town Get the message through To everyone he knew Today we lay old Ray in the ground Words and Music By Joe Solo
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From the fire in the furnace And the dark in the mines To dawn at the dockyard gates Queued up in lines I could sweat at the foundry Or harvest the land It was me built this nation With these two hands I trawled the ocean I wove and I spun I lay the railways I carried the gun And I plundered the riches From far foreign lands It was me built this nation With these two hands These two hands These two hands It was me built this nation With these two hands Now I paid me taxes For so I was told They cared for the helpless The young and the old But they bailed out the whorehouse Cos The Market demands And left me no work here For these two hands These two hands These two hands They left me no work here For these two hands Now I queue for my Giro To pay off my loans I've got nowt in my pocket And a chill in my bones But you'll have to explain it Cos I don't understand How you rebuild a nation Without these two hands These two hands These two hands How do you rebuild a nation Without these two hands? Words and Music By Joe Solo
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Poor Man's World (free) 02:16
You're raking in the money And you're taking us for fools You ain't even got a stake in Yet you're making all the rules Go tell your trophy wife now With her $1000 LA curls She'll never find a rich man When it's a Poor Man's World They'll all be out to get you When your system finally fails They'll be queuing at your coffin Just to hammer in the nails Go tell your pretty little children Your spoilt little boys and girls You wouldn't want to be a rich man Not in a Poor Man's World See the poor are getting poorer Being driven from their homes While the rich are getting richer Looking after their own Go tell your little inner circle When the flag's, when the flag's unfurled You wouldn't want to be a rich man Not in a Poor Man's World Words and Music By Joe Solo
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Might Aswell 03:01
The shut down all the shops on Main Street And all the pubs on 'The Strip' The banks deserted all the local branches Like rats desert a sinking ship But someone has to put it back together And it's up to us now, don't you see? That someone has to put it back together And it might aswell be you and me The local council's an extortion racket It's all backhanders and lies For every mugger in a hooded top You'll find another in a shirt and a tie But someone has to put it back together And it's up to us now, don't you see? That someone has to put it back together And it might aswell be you and me They shut the factory five years last Friday And all the work went abroad They knocked it down and built these luxury houses That no-one round here can afford The money-men they've upped and left this town now And all the hope has gone To them it's probably dirty bricks and mortar But to me it's still where I belong But someone has to put it back together And it's up to us now, don't you see? That someone has to put it back together And it might aswell be you and me Words and Music By Joe Solo
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It was back in 84, son That Bill come to me And asked me for my Mary's hand In matrimony Now Billy was a good boy And I was glad to agree But I knew just what that look meant Between Molly and me See back in 84, son I was a union man I'd be down there on the picket line A banner in my hand So when Molly says: "Oh Joe, I know we'll see this thing through But when there's no food for the table What are we going to do?" I told her: "I won't break no strike love That wouldn't be right And I know dark days are coming But we've got to stand up and fight And I'll tell you this for nothing There's nothing in this world That's going to stop me buying a wedding dress For my little girl" At dawn I'd take my kitbag And my hammer down To the big, bright shiny houses On the rich side of town See when a rich man's wife she nags him For that bathroom suite Well son he might aswell be stood there Chucking cash in the street You'd see them skips down by the roadside Full of pipework and taps Now that's rubbish to a rich man But it's copper and brass And what's rubbish to a rich man With his diamonds and pearls Was going to put that pretty wedding dress On my little girl I told her: "I won't break no strike love That wouldn't be right And I know dark days are coming But we've got to stand up and fight And I'll tell you this for nothing There's nothing in this world That's going to stop me buying a wedding dress For my little girl" When the big day come I swore I wouldn't cry But I walked my Mary down the aisle With tears in my eyes When she smiled and whispered "Thank you, dad" And took Billy's hand It was worth more than all their millions To this Working Man I told her: "I won't break no strike love That wouldn't be right And I know dark days are coming But we've got to stand up and fight And I'll tell you this for nothing There's nothing in this world That's going to stop me buying a wedding dress For my little girl"
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Better times will come Better times will come When these dark days are done Better times will come Let their house of cards come tumbling down Build a new world up from the underground Then better times will come Let their empire's fall and fade away We'll build tomorrow from today Then better times will come Better times will come Better times will come When these dark days are done Better times will come Behold the emperor's brand new clothes Let lies and liars be exposed Then better times will come Let's vow to even up the score So no rich man's above the law Then better times will come Better times will come Better times will come When these dark days are done Better times will come If money talks it makes no sound It's us that make the world go round And better times will come Let's join the struggle while we may For tomorrow's just a day away And better times will come Better times will come Better times will come When these dark days are done Better times will come Words and Music By Joe Solo
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With this record I wanted to imagine the kind of things Woody Guthrie would see if he woke up tomorrow. It's about these troubled times we live in, and our attempts to steer a steady course through them.

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released April 4, 2012

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Joe Solo Scarborough, UK

Joe Solo is an award-winning musician, writer, poet, activist, broadcaster and washing machine engineer from Scarborough.

Live he has an ever growing reputation as both a performer and raconteur, being thought-provoking, comical and punch-the-air political often in the same breath.

He is not an artist you forget in a hurry.
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