Not On Our Watch (Demos)

by Joe Solo

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This album will contain demos recorded throughout 2017 which will eventually become my next record.

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releases January 1, 2018

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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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Track Name: In Music I Can't Be Controlled
Son, I work all day all day afraid of the sack
I've got a stack of bills that I've got to pay
And every morning when I wake my troubles climb on my back
And I've got to carry them around all day
But when the night falls I come home and I pick up that guitar
Like a man coming in from the cold
See in music
Music
Right there in the music
In music I can't be controlled

I've got shackles round my ankles and I'm chained to the debt
The debt that binds me to a job I hate
And son, don't ever let em tell you you should show some respect
Or that there's good things come to those who wait
You see the shackles round your Dad are not made out of iron
They're all made of pure fool's gold
But in music
Music
There in the music
In music I can't be controlled

So I'm beating out a rhythm with my feet on the ground
And every song I sing out there is a truth
And son, I sing them in the hope they might just light us a path
And that's the last undying dream of my youth
You see son, one by one the world will come and steal them from you
Til all have been bought and sold
But in music
Music
Right there in the music
In music you can't be controlled
Track Name: Not On Our Watch
Raise your flag above your hallowed ground
Then take the poor and run em out of town
Set the mob to kick a man who's down
But not on our watch, no

Tell em lies until they whine and bitch
Make a sacrifice so they can scratch that itch
Then blame the beggar cos he isn't rich
But not on our watch, no

You're re-unleashing the Bulldog Crew
To set em loose on the peace we knew
To bark and bite in red, white and blue
But not on our watch, no

I see your dagger and I see your cloak
They're at the altar of the whip and rope
But there is no glory where there is no hope
And not on our watch, no

Chorus
Not on our watch, no
Not on our watch, no
Not on our watch
Not on our watch
Not on our watch, no

That kid was orphaned by a power game
That bombed Aleppo killing in our name
Now all of us should hang our heads in shame
Say not on our watch, no

I've more in common with that refugee
Than I ever will have with your VIP
I'm a 45, he's a 33
Not on our watch, no

Chorus

The Dragon Slayer and the chorus sing
But all I'm seeing when I hear these things
Is a rich man pulling on a poor man's strings
And not on our watch, no
Track Name: Retribution Blues
Ain't no man free while one man's still in chains
Ain't no man free while one man's still in chains
But you're so damn blind you can't see the whip and reins

If you got rich by making good men poor
If you got rich by making good men poor
Then some day soon they'll come a-kicking down your door

When that day comes I'd not be in your shoes
When that day comes I'd not be in your shoes
Not to hear them sing those Retribution Blues
Track Name: The Revolution Is A Change Of Heart
It's always been easier than you think,
To be the change you want to see.
It's just the shadows cast by all our heroes,
They kind of eclipse you and me.
Our names will not make it to history books,
Nor faces adorn works of art;
But we're as important as anyone,
The Revolution is a change of heart.

"GET RICH! RUB IT IN THEIR FACES!"
We're all being encouraged to climb.
As if having a sense of belonging to people
And places was some kind of crime.
But their world is all snakes and no ladders,
And you'll always end back at the start,
Angered embittered and sadder,
The Revolution is a change of heart.

So build up the barricades in your head,
Let your thoughts be like petrol bombs.
Then pick through the rubble and broken glass,
To the echoes of rebel songs.
No need to surrender to violence,
Their mad dogs would tear you apart;
But you can beat them back in total silence,
The Revolution is a change of heart.
Track Name: You Take On One Of Us
When I was young, no more than a kid
I used to rock-up for a Sunday side
This big lad come, in a Psycho skid
He took my ankles and my knees and my pride
But my mate John he pulled me back to my feet
He said: "You never let em put you down"
Next thing I knew, the whistle blew
And that big lad was laid out on the ground

And John said

Ch: You take on one of us, you take on all of us
You pick on him, you pick on me
You take on one of us, you take on all of us
And that's the way it's gonna be

But time went on, and I grew up
At least I learned to bluff the stuff I lack
Being young and dumb, I pushed my luck
But I knew John would always have my back
Was in a bar when this lad took exception
To my face the way that young men do
But John stepped in, and without question said:
"I wouldn't son if I were you".

Ch: You take on one of us, you take on all of us
You pick on him, you pick on me
You take on one of us, you take on all of us
And that's the way it's gonna be

I know you're down, I know you're hurting
And the wolves are gathered in a pack
I see there's some out there deserting
Did you think I wouldn't have your back
See I remember when a good friend showed me
What it takes to see your troubles through
Through thick and thin that friend he never failed me
So there ain't no way I bail on you

We'll tell them

Ch: You take on one of us, you take on all of us
They pick on you, they pick on me
You take on one of us, you take on all of us
And that's the way it's gonna be
Track Name: Now's The Time To Rise
Now is not the time to falter
Not the time to fall
Now is not the time to cower
Not the time to crawl
Now is not for dumbing down
It's time for getting wise
Now is not the time to run
Now's the time to rise

Now is not the time to ponder
Now's the time to see
Now is not the time to wonder
Now's the time to be
Now's for getting off our knees
To look em in the eyes
Now is not the time to run
Now's the time to rise

Now is not the time for darkness
Now's the time for light
Now is not the time to fade
It's time to stand and fight
And when it seems impossible
Then be the one who tries
Now is not the time to run
Now's the time to rise
Track Name: The Flat Cap & The Kitbag
See that flat cap and kit bag there?
They belonged to your Great Grandfather.
And he bequeathed them to me, the sole heir
On the day that his ship left the harbour.

Of the flat cap he said: "It will keep off the rain,
And you choose to whom you will doff it.
But measure a man by the good in his heart
And not whether he turns a profit."

Of the kitbag he said: "When you look on that son,
"I want you to think of your mother.
If it weren't for the fascists I went off to fight,
Well she'd have grown up with a brother.

And Johnny O'Hare, that's his bloodstain on there,
We grew up and joined up together.
But I stumbled back to your Grandma alone
And left Johnny out there forever.

Back home the bombers near had us beat
And they took my kid sister, Nerys
Where the bricks they change colour down Albany Street
Well that's where they built back the terrace

I'd fight them again, son, but fighting them I
Lost a sister, a son and a brother
And war is when rich men send poor men to die
To fly one flag in place of another

So whenever you see them all beating their chests
For their Land of Hope and Glory
Remember that hope is the best of them
And tell em your old Grandad's story......"
Track Name: JFK 1/28/17
Can you hear the sound of voices
Out there in the street
That sound of singing's how you
Rise up when you're in defeat
And hope's a stranger who would raise his voice for me
As I land in the Land of the Free

And hear singing:
"No hate, no fear
Refugees are welcome here!"

Can you hear the sound of car horns
Peeping in support
Of eleven people held here
Captive in this cold airport
And hope's a stranger who would beep her horn for me
As I land in the Land of the Free

And hear singing:
"No hate, no fear
Refugees are welcome here!"
Track Name: Some Of Us
Some of us can tell ourselves
That we've nothing to fear
Some of us can cover up our ears
So we can't hear
Some of us can close our eyes
And say we couldn't see
Some of us can do these things
But not me

Some of us can harden up our hearts
Til we can't feel
Some of us convince ourselves
The warning signs aren't real
Some of us can wear our chains
And swear that we are free
Some of us can do these things
But not me

Some of us can turn our back
And leave someone behind
Some of us can blank it out
Erase it from our mind
Some of us can gladly cause
Another misery
Some of us can do these things
But not me
Track Name: That's How The Fight Goes On
To the dreamers
Don't you despair
I know it's hard now
To see some hope out there
In the Age of The Flag and Fist
Just remember we're better than this
And be strong
That's how the fight goes on

To the dreamers
Don't you forget
To fight is long now
This ain't over yet
And in these days of the dawning dark
You see no fire then be the spark
And shine on
Shine on
Know your left from right from wrong
And be strong
That's how the fight goes on.
Track Name: £10 And A Union
We are The People
And when you play your games
We are the numbers
Well guess what, we got names
We got homes and families
And no matter what you say
You don't make nations great again
By treating us this way

£10 and a union
It's not too much to ask
£10 and a union
To help make poverty the past
£10 and a union
And in the spirit of the age
£10 and a union
Demand a real life living wage

We are The People
It's us who take the fall
But when you work all week for nothing
You wonder why you work at all
When your wage don't break you even
And your overtime's for free
It don't matter how hard you work
Your pay is poverty

£10 and a union
It's not too much to ask
£10 and a union
To help make poverty the past
£10 and a union
And in the spirit of the age
£10 and a union
Demand a real life living wage
Track Name: Welcome To The Land Of The Free
The POTUS set the quotas at zero
He says it wasn't done on a whim
He swears he had to act to keep America safe
But who's keeping it safe from him?
Chorus:

They're gonna lock you in at the airport
Cuff you and your family
While they try suspending your passport
Welcome to the Land of the Free

It's not disproportionate he tells us
It's Homeland Security he said
But 350 times more Americans died last year
From falling out of bed

Chorus
Track Name: Adelante (The Ballad of Clem Beckett)
Hey Spriggy, I'm glad that it's you here
It's better to die with a friend
You were there from the start back on Kings Street
And here you are now at the end
Fate mixed our lives up together
And set us down on the same side
A speedway star fighting for words here
And a poet on a dare devil ride

Chorus:
Adelante- forward forever
Adelante- you must stand your ground
Adelante- forward forever
Forward forever and never back down

Hey Spriggy. the fascists are coming
But I'm damned if they're taking Madrid
'Adelante', I know that means 'forward'
It's been my motto since I was a kid
We must make our stand in this valley
In the olives, the scrub and the ash
And I swear by the oil on these fingers
No Pasaran- they shall not pass!

Chorus

Hey Spriggy, you're dead at my side now
And there's no-one to reload this gun
But I'll fire it until my last bullet
Cos there's no way in hell that I'll run
I guess what it all boils down to
Is the one lasting thing you can give
That's your life in the fight for our freedom
To die so that others might live

Chorus
Track Name: More Fool You
You want the whole truth?
No, nothing but the fable
Where the bum from the slum
Begging crumb from the table
Gets rich
That's the pitch from the top
They want you on the ladder
But afraid of the drop
And on the fast track
In the race to the bottom
You want a sadsack, mac?
Boy, we got em
Puffed up now but there's nothing much sadder
Than a poor boy thinking
That the snake will hold the ladder

And that's you
More fool you

If it's up to you
Then we're never gonna stop it
Cos you're all right, Jack
You got money in your pocket
And you'd never stoop down
Down for a brother
Cos the world revolves around you
And there's no room for another
And it's me, me, me
F*** em if they riot
Cos nothing ain't worth nothing
No, no, not if you can't buy it
And it's you, you. you
And the cap you're doffing
You know the cost of everything
The value of a-nothing

And it's you
More fool you

Word to the wise, guys
Look em in the eyes, guys
Nothing ain't worth nothing
Til they're dropping the disguise, guys
Rise, rise, rise
Til you're toppling the table
Sick of bumming crumbs
From the strong and stable rich?
Yeah, the rich get richer
No trickle down nothing
In the new blue scripture
They hit ya
And they hit ya
Hit and hit and hit
Until you see the bigger picture
Any day now it'll all turn sour
More class war from the corridors of power

That's you
More fool you