Live, Raw and Acoustic - Privilege

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    montycashmusic

    Published on Aug 08, 2020
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    Privelege aka A hole in the iron door - previously posted in another incarnation here - https://peakd.com/music/@montycashmusic/i-didn-t-pay-for-this-privelege-original-song

    Here is some text regarding my detainment in Ireland before being deported back to Copenhagen in January of this year. I was deported because Irish customs decided to believe that I would not leave the country once I entered (being a street musician), but I have been to Ireland three times prior and stayed months at a time. There were discrepancies in dates and my traveling to Belfast a lot didn't help as they didn't want me entering the UK - so they decided to lock me up for a night in a police station before being sent back to my original destination Copenhagen. This is the third time I have been deported. Twice before from the UK having been detained in detention at Gatwick for periods of up to fourteen days. While my story is not one much to whinge about being a first worlder getting a slap on the hand for living a self-entitled pipe dream - I did in the process get the opportunity to learn about others much less fortunate than I. This song I dedicate to those people - that all who desire it may get the liberty they deserve.

    This situation and others like it have caused me to reflect on how paper thin our liberty actually is. Considering also more recently the authoritarian quarantine measures implemented in the name of COVID-19 and 'safety'. What freedoms we once took for granted will be taken from us now unless we clearly express otherwise.

    Lyrics:
    I didn't pay for this privilege
    My last words to the staring passengers plucked from the plane
    My private chauffeur in white and blue
    Down the tarmac away from the people sane

    I said I understand your reasons
    but I don't appreciate the guilt trip
    All this can be said without authority's slick silver tongue so slit

    You can have a doctor
    You can have water too
    No need for a blanket
    Central heating for you
    But reality is isolation with scribbles on the wall
    A hole to shit and a mattress too
    A button that seems to have no function at all
    With all previous requests as if they were never said
    Makes for a watchful existence in a hole in the iron door

    I consider so many much worse than I
    With no hope, no voice and fear to outcry
    The machine is a part of us
    A creation from our core
    An external force, herding us with law

    It tags us
    It audits us
    It slots us
    It sorts us
    It organises us

    We sit and we wait for heaven's patient perfect end
    When it's the burning gates of oblivion we've actually been send

    We can only hold ourselves accountable
    When it was us that trusted the bliss of ignorance we thought was undoubtable

    We can only hold ourselves accountable
    When it was us that trusted the bliss of ignorance we thought was undoubtable

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    Thanks for listening!

    Cover photo from https://www.pexels.com/@william-eickler-846411

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