Story Behind The Song

Watching a political debate on TV and noticed how they could never answer a direct question

Song Description

Disatisfaction at the way politicians talk about anything other than politics

Lyrics

Verse 1

Don’t want to hear about the weather
Or the colors of the clothes you wear
These stories would bring us together
How you made it all so fair
Don’t want to hear about your birthplace
Or what’s your favourite car
We’ll watch this space that look on your face
Now that PR power made you a star

Chorus

Here is the news
You’re bringing back my blues
If I turned away I’d have nothing to lose
Never said a thing that’s true
Bring back the blues

Verse 2

Tell me about the condition
Don’t want to see no stat report
Show me what’s your mission
Can we really trust your thought
Well you’ve taken all the meaning
Every sentence every word
I can’t believe what I’m seeing
Or the whispers that I overheard

Chorus

Middle Eight

My my pigs will fly
I bet you were the apple of your mommy’s eye
You say my future’s looking good
But you never lived in my neighbourhood
I can’t see the use, now I’m scraping my shoes
Bring back those blues

Half Verse

Show me some reality
You’re faking all those lines
Can you stop offending me
Or is it just a sympton of the times

Chorus