Biografia:
Jeffrey Lewis
Jeffrey Lewis (20/11/1975) é cantor, compositor e desenhista de HQ nascido em Nova Iorque. Suas influências musicais aparecem nas músicas como "Williamsburg Will Oldham Horror", "The History of The Fall" e "The Chelsea Hotel Oral Sex Song", ligado nas músicas de Leonard Cohen. Suas letras são complexas e cultas, geralmente combinando um ponto de vista niilista com uma mensagem de esperança e forte sagacidade. Cresceu no Baixo East Side da Ilha de Manhattan, suas canções são repletas de referências locais.
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Outras músicas:
- Anxiety Attack
- Broken Broken Broken Heart
- The Man With The Golden Arm
- Alphabet
- Back When I Was 4
- Bugs And Flowers
- Chelsea Hotel Oral Sex Song
- Cult Boyfriend
- Dont Be Upset
- Everyones Honest
- How Can It Be
- I Saw A Hippie Girl On 8Th Avenue
- Life
- Punk Is Dead
- Roll Bus Roll
- Systematic Death
- Texas
- The East River
- Time Trades
- To Be Objectified
- When Youre By Yourself
- Whistle Past The Graveyard
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
A A G A
A A G A
[Chorus]
A G A
System, system, system - death in life
A G A
System, system, system - the surgeons knife
A G A
System, system, system - hacking at the cord
A G A
System, system, system - a child is born
[Verse 1]
A Em
Poor little fucker, poor little kid
G A
Never asked for life, no she never did
A Em
Poor little baby, poor little mite
Em
Crying out for food as her parents fight
E
Crying out for food as her parents fight
[Chorus]
A G A
System, system, system - send him to school
A G A
System, system, system - force him to crawl
A G A
System, system, system - teach him how to cheat
A G A
System, system, system - kick him off his feet
[Verse 2]
A Em
Poor little schoolboy, poor little lad
G A
They'll pat him if he's good, beat him if he's bad
A Em
Poor little kiddy, poor little chap
Em
They'll force feed his mind with their useless crap
E
Force feed his mind with their useless crap
[Chorus]
A G A
System, system, system - they'll teach her how to cook
A G A
System, system, system - they'll teach her how to look
A G A
System, system, system - they'll teach her all the tricks
A G A
System, system, system - create another victim for their greasy pricks
[Verse 3]
A Em
Poor little girly, poor little wench
G A
Another little object to prod and pinch
A Em
Poor little sweety, poor little filly
Em
They'll fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly
E
Fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly
[Chorus]
A G A
System, system, system - he's grown to be a man
A G A
System, system, system - He's been taught to fit the plan
A G A
System, system, system - forty years of jobs
A G A
System, system, system - Pushing little buttons, pulling little knobs
[Verse 4]
A Em
Poor fucking worker, poor little serf
G A
Working like a mule for half of what he's worth
A Em
Poor fucking grafter, poor little gent
Em
Working for the cash that he's already spent
E
Working for the cash that he's already spent
[Verse 5]
A
He'll selling his life, she's his loyal wife
A
Timid as a mouse, she's got her little house
A
He's got his little car and they share the cocktail bar
A
She likes to cook his meals, you know, something that appeals
A
Sometimes he works til late so his supper has to wait
A
But she doesn't really mind cos he's getting overtime
A
He likes to put a bit away just for that rainy day
A
Cos every little counts when the cost of living mounts
A
They do the pools each week hoping for that lucky break
A
Then they'd take a trip abroad, do all the things they can't afford
A
She'd really like to have a fur, he'd like a bigger car
A
They could buy a bungalow, with a Georgian door for show
A
He might think of leaving work, but no, he wouldn't like to shirk
A
He'd much prefer to stay and get his honest days pay
A
He's got a life of work ahead, there's no rest for the dead
Em E
She's tried to make it nice, he's said thank you once or twice
[Chorus]
A G A
System, system, system - deprived of any hope
A G A
System, system, system - taught they couldn't cope
A G A
System, system, system - slaves right from the start
A G A
System, system, system - til death do them part
[Bridge]
A Em
Poor little fuckers, what a sorry pair
G A
Had their lives stolen, but they didn't really care
A Em
Poor little darlings, just your ordinary folks
Em
Victims of the system and it's cruel jokes
E
Victims of the system and it's cruel jokes
[Outro]
A G A
The couple views the wreckage and dreams of home sweet home
A G A
They'd almost paid their mortgage when the system dropped its bomb
A A G A
A A G A
[Chorus]
A G A
System, system, system - death in life
A G A
System, system, system - the surgeons knife
A G A
System, system, system - hacking at the cord
A G A
System, system, system - a child is born
[Verse 1]
A Em
Poor little fucker, poor little kid
G A
Never asked for life, no she never did
A Em
Poor little baby, poor little mite
Em
Crying out for food as her parents fight
E
Crying out for food as her parents fight
[Chorus]
A G A
System, system, system - send him to school
A G A
System, system, system - force him to crawl
A G A
System, system, system - teach him how to cheat
A G A
System, system, system - kick him off his feet
[Verse 2]
A Em
Poor little schoolboy, poor little lad
G A
They'll pat him if he's good, beat him if he's bad
A Em
Poor little kiddy, poor little chap
Em
They'll force feed his mind with their useless crap
E
Force feed his mind with their useless crap
[Chorus]
A G A
System, system, system - they'll teach her how to cook
A G A
System, system, system - they'll teach her how to look
A G A
System, system, system - they'll teach her all the tricks
A G A
System, system, system - create another victim for their greasy pricks
[Verse 3]
A Em
Poor little girly, poor little wench
G A
Another little object to prod and pinch
A Em
Poor little sweety, poor little filly
Em
They'll fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly
E
Fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly
[Chorus]
A G A
System, system, system - he's grown to be a man
A G A
System, system, system - He's been taught to fit the plan
A G A
System, system, system - forty years of jobs
A G A
System, system, system - Pushing little buttons, pulling little knobs
[Verse 4]
A Em
Poor fucking worker, poor little serf
G A
Working like a mule for half of what he's worth
A Em
Poor fucking grafter, poor little gent
Em
Working for the cash that he's already spent
E
Working for the cash that he's already spent
[Verse 5]
A
He'll selling his life, she's his loyal wife
A
Timid as a mouse, she's got her little house
A
He's got his little car and they share the cocktail bar
A
She likes to cook his meals, you know, something that appeals
A
Sometimes he works til late so his supper has to wait
A
But she doesn't really mind cos he's getting overtime
A
He likes to put a bit away just for that rainy day
A
Cos every little counts when the cost of living mounts
A
They do the pools each week hoping for that lucky break
A
Then they'd take a trip abroad, do all the things they can't afford
A
She'd really like to have a fur, he'd like a bigger car
A
They could buy a bungalow, with a Georgian door for show
A
He might think of leaving work, but no, he wouldn't like to shirk
A
He'd much prefer to stay and get his honest days pay
A
He's got a life of work ahead, there's no rest for the dead
Em E
She's tried to make it nice, he's said thank you once or twice
[Chorus]
A G A
System, system, system - deprived of any hope
A G A
System, system, system - taught they couldn't cope
A G A
System, system, system - slaves right from the start
A G A
System, system, system - til death do them part
[Bridge]
A Em
Poor little fuckers, what a sorry pair
G A
Had their lives stolen, but they didn't really care
A Em
Poor little darlings, just your ordinary folks
Em
Victims of the system and it's cruel jokes
E
Victims of the system and it's cruel jokes
[Outro]
A G A
The couple views the wreckage and dreams of home sweet home
A G A
They'd almost paid their mortgage when the system dropped its bomb
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