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I was dragged out to a gig of an artist that I wasn't a huge fan of, and even less so when they came on stage at 11pm instead of the scheduled 9pm. I thought their lateness was so disrespectful and arrogant. Maybe I'm not very rock and roll but I think the people who are giving you their time and their money coming out to your gig deserve more than to be stood waiting and expected to cheer when they are told "XXX is in the building!" and asked to "jump" if they are excited to finally get to see the gig they paid to be at.
I left feeling so frustrated that the musicians with the fame and artistic recognition to play great gigs had so little gratitude to the people who put them there. Its like this in so many areas of our society; the people at the top have everything and the people at the bottom have so little they don't even think to question the dynamic, they just "jump"
lyrics
When you’re in power you can be that late in,
Two whole hours and the crowd’s still waiting.
What has become of us?
It’s a about money, that’s what we’re told
So pick up the phone and sell your soul.
She used to be one of us.
If you keep dancing they’ll keep playing.
If you keep listening they’ll keep saying:
Jump, jump, jump, jump!
How high? How high?
Jump, jump, jump, jump!
How high? How high?
Kept like cattle but we act like sheep,
It’s an uphill battle and we’re in too deep.
Where do we place the blame?
In money or in fame?
If you keep dancing they’ll keep playing.
If you keep listening they’ll keep saying:
Jump, jump, jump, jump!
How high? How high?
Jump, jump, jump, jump!
How high? How high?
(Rap)
So we spend all our days trying to break from control
And we find some escape in the depths of our soul.
We listen to musicians because they make up feel free,
But is it real if they appeal to our sensibility and try to use it to sell us
The things we don’t need
Because to recognise manipulation makes me feel free.
And I know that it’s a shame that that’s the game that they play
But if we all had a well would we wish it away?
If there are these rules that we’re trying to break
Then why do we follow the people who take
And never give. I’ll never live a life of wisdom and grace
But I’d like to know that I can look my mother in the face.
And we all tell ourselves that we rebel and we defy
But we’re funding those who make the rules with music we buy.
We comply with restrictions that we put on ourselves
And idolise our captors and the stories they tell
Because we have to have an idol and have someone else to hate
And in a world of crime and violence music is our escape
That’s why we wait.
And we don’t care if she mimes and comes on two hours late.
If you keep dancing they’ll keep playing.
If you keep listening they’ll keep saying:
Jump, jump, jump, jump!
How high? How high?
Jump, jump, jump, jump!
How high? How high?
credits
from On The Southbank,
released March 20, 2020
Written and performed by Charlotte Campbell
Produced by Neil Owen
Electric guitars by Neil Owen
Mastered by James Hawkins
