"Guilty" c.2008 K.Murray  
        "You say we're moving forward from a comfy chair 
          well its easy when your sitting to pretend that you care 
          but our priveliged perspectives, all our points and views 
          we're not helping anybody, just by catching the news 
          and now i'm preaching and its not sunday 
          i may talk like a fool 
          i may be      stating the obvious, i may be sounding uncool 
      but while we walk in golden sunlight, while we bathe amongst its rays 
        we pretend we're Gods good people,  we can wash all sins away 
        when we witness distant cruelties, we all live on elsewhere street 
        but when all our neighbours kids are pleading hungry at our feet 
        will we hear at all 
      tell me will we'll hear them them at all 
        brother can you hear them at all 
        sisters do you hear them at all 
      We see fat cats getting fatter, we see nations collide 
        we watch like dumb spectators on a fairground ride 
        we see poverty's abundance growing fast in daylight 
        we learn to shut our eyes and sleep sound through the night, we  
        we watch movies while mothers watch their kids starve 
        we are guilty one and all we are, if we go quietly when 
        we should be getting louder, we are guilty  
      we are guilty 
      When you look upon your kingdom and you watch your children play 
        well its easy to believe its home where charity should stay 
        but if you look beyond your borders, if you open up your eyes 
        you'll see that all our comforts lean on corporate lies 
        thats if you see at all 
      tell me if you see it at all 
        brother do you see it at all 
        sisters do you see it at all 
      You say its only dreamers try to change this world, you say that trying to make a difference is simply absurd 
        but how much effort makes a difference for a third world child 
        how much would make you notice  
        how much would make you wild enough 
        to do something, something more than talking 
        are you guilty are you guilty 
        don't do nothing all inaction is collusion 
      don't be guilty  
      Are you tough enough for poetry strong enough for love 
        are you ready for compassion or do you leave it to above 
        are you ready to try sowing something someone else can reap 
        ready to to more than making noises while you sleep 
        or don't you dream at all 
        maybe you don't dream at all 
        maybe you don't dream at all 
      if we say nothing when we should be saying something, 
        guilty 
      if we go gently when we should be kicking doors down 
        we are guilty one and all we are 
        if we tread softly when we should be jumping up and down 
        we are guilty one and all we are 
        if we play dumb when we should use our education 
        we are guilty one and all we are 
        if we get softer when we should be getting harder 
        we are guilty one and all we are 
        if we go gently when we should be kicking doors down 
        we are guilty one and all we are 
        if we tread softly when we should be jumping up and down 
        we are guilty one and all we are 
        if we play dumb when we should use our education 
        we are guilty one and all we are 
        our comforts an illusion 
        our silence a confusion 
        if we play dumb when we should use our education 
        we are guilty one and all we are 
        if we tread softly when we should be jumping up and down 
        we are guilty one and all we are 
        lately i don't sleep at all 
        a girlfriend is delusion 
      We say nothing when we should be saying something.  | 
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        My son went to Guatemala to do vso in an orphanage in 2007 and my father did it in his lifetime. I have'nt, but have been acutely aware of  3rd world poverty and oppression since i was a teenager. Through  meeting a Chilean refugee family in the 70's, i was introduced toVictor Jara, Chilean singer/songwriter murdered by Pinochet's regime in the football stadium in Santiago. He wrote and sang songs that were considered dangerous. About his world and its history of poverty and oppression, both very real consequences of  capitalism and fascism. The bulk of our popular song output seems like elaborate nursery rhymes and rarely measures our relative comfort versus the struggle to survive that the majority of humans on the rest of the planet face daily. In our world of consumerism and excess, we become ignorant, fat, stupid and compassionless. This song is dedicated to my son and all who travel the vso road with serious intentions for change, awareness and compassion and to Victor Jara, Che, Julio, Mario and Fredy.  
          I built the basic form and emailed it to John in NZ, where he added the drums. Christine Hanson recorded a backing vocal, Walt Smith recorded clarinet and Tony and Jason  Sellars added trumpet and alto sax at the Forge, between 2008 and 09. The rest is me via keyboards, guitars, mandolin and orchestral samples.   | 
       
      
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