Story Behind the Song
Written in January 2002, it is about the political culture of spin - something that became increasingly apt, especially today (and might be applied to the UK's Iraq dossier). This song was a finalist in the "Lyrics Only" category of the UNISONG International Song Contest 2003.
Lyrics
Have you got time to talk about misinformation,
To gather facts about fiction or to analyse any contradiction?
Didn't think so, but you'd agree there's no shadow of a doubt,
Whether a blackout or a whitewash, it's just another thing we could do without.
It's amazing how; (and) look at the power you can wield.
"It's a symptom of a greater problem", say prominent figures in the field.
You may shrug your shoulders and take it in your stride,
And accept the aching head, though the eyes and ears collide.
But if you pause for thought, you'll end up thinkin', there's more to this than meets the eye;
It's getting harder to swallow and more profoundly shallow, but why?
They pull the wool over our eyes and in so many ways,
And it seems deception is an art form these days.
Chorus:
You've got to look a little harder, but a lot harder than most,
Cos I see them draw the portrait of a ghost.
Staring at the emptiness and I'm poking fun,
But we'll see it for real under the midnight sun.
Bridge
To be perfectly honest, to tell you the truth, I couldn't care
When it amounts to nothing more than hot air.
They'll downsize the movement but not a moment too soon,
While painting the shadows under a full moon.
It's laugh out loud funny and I'll tell you why.
It's like falling through the ocean and swimming in the sky.
Well, I think I can safely say, if it doesn't stand to reason,
It's a given there's almost always something funny going on.
So forgive me if I refrain from joining an ovation in praise,
When it comes down to pithy sayings or a turn of a phrase.
We could sit here and deliberate on the deliberate leak,
But there'll be a new story by the end of the week.
(We've been) Playing along for far too long, recognition without regret,
As we hunger to learn about more things that we'll soon forget.
[Chorus + Bridge]
And on and on it goes when the opposition offers none,
And we've got nothing much to show from having nothing much to go on.
Can it not be stopped, being too much on a roll?
Do we wait till they've run out of luck, and it's all spun out of control?
It's a primitive design but with signs of visual expression,
That denies any tricks but defies all comprehension.
So let's see it again and in daylight and by the naked eye,
Or with no apprehension the lonely apparition will walk on by.
Better find more cracks in the system, and better chinks in the armour,
Than creating our own cartoons, portraying them in caricature.
A persuasive, but evasive art, committed to nothing definite,
And that's the way they portray the portrait:
As a matter of fact, as if there are no two ways about it.
Chorus:
So, look a little harder, a lot harder than most
Than you'll see them draw the portrait of a ghost.
Staring at the emptiness and poking fun,
Seeing it for real under the midnight sun.
Yes, I guess we'll see it for real under the midnight sun.
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