Newspress Scare 7"
by VIKESH KAPOOR
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Newspress Scare
06:02
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Oh, Siv
03:40
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Mack the Knife
03:46
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Limited to 500 copies with digital download
Artwork by Grady Mcferrin gmillustration.com
Released by Good People myspace.com/realgoodpeople
Artwork by Grady Mcferrin gmillustration.com
Released by Good People myspace.com/realgoodpeople
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released 09 February 2010
Co-produced by J. Mendicino and V. Kapoor
Engineered and recorded at Esthudio by J. Mendicino
All songs written by Vikesh Kapoor
Riverboat Song (ASCAP)
except "Mack the Knife" written by Kurt Weill, Marc Blitzstein, Bertolt Brecht
Co-produced by J. Mendicino and V. Kapoor
Engineered and recorded at Esthudio by J. Mendicino
All songs written by Vikesh Kapoor
Riverboat Song (ASCAP)
except "Mack the Knife" written by Kurt Weill, Marc Blitzstein, Bertolt Brecht
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Winner of a Boston Phoenix Best Music Award as voted on by listeners, and asked to perform at Howard Zinn's memorial service ... more alongside Noam Chomsky, Vikesh Kapoor writes timeless, magnetic melodies harnessed by a modern lyricism, which resonates clear and true. less
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Feb 2010 -
Jan 2010
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- Track Name: Newspress Scare
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Since the newspress broke cries of confusion sound throughout the streets
above the red brick townhouses and in the rotten alleys
A pistol rings, the people sing “tell me stranger what should I think
I demand you my friend tell me what to believe”
The mayor slumps up on his soapbox and looks to his scuffed black boots
he knows his megaphone is plugged with slogans he never understood
from my window I hear the trumpet's sigh and see the mayor's eyes
there he steps down, how can he cry for good?
While the blue-collared man is fixed to his crumpled bow tie
an' the bleary-eyed hag begs for any other truth
an' the blazing boy burns his country's flag
while the city girl sits in a passport photo booth
Since the newspress broke, the mayor he spoke, but he doesn’t know what to tell you
The marching band, they do what they can, an’ retune their trumpet horns
in the forgotten square townspeople wait in a line ‘round the fountain shore
neither the tallest spout nor the deepest well could contain their wishes anymore
their souls weighed down by wishes they can't afford
The new president arrives in an angel's hearse
an' he tells us all what our money's worth
an' his mouth resounds with hope of our town's rebirth
but before I can know it, I must forget what I’ve learn'd
When the newspress stole the leaders led us all through bankrolled campaigns unearned
For the illusion of a computer screen eludes me of what to believe
I can't think straight, it’s getting late, I've had too much to read
When the framework fails, would memory prevail and retell our history?
When the screen goes black, tell me what then will ya see?
Could workin women still be stuck in a skirt?
Are the guttered children forever condemned to their curse?
could the pamphleteering boys be workin for the worse?
are the dying sons firing their guns before they’re well rehearsed?
When the newspress lied, I broke down and cried, but denied the blood on my shirt
With the newspress fixed cries of confusion faded from the streets
But within the redbrick townhouses an’ deep in the rotten alleys
an echo rings, the people sing, tell me, stranger, who is to blame?
well the answer, my friend, is most problems seem the same
Since the newspress scare I looked in the mirror and fear that I haven’t changed
