Billy Bragg (Stephen William Bragg, Barking, Essex, England, 20 December, 1957) is an English singer, songwriter and left-wing activist. His music blends elements of folk music, punk rock and protest songs, and his lyrics mostly deal with political or romantic themes.
In 1977, Bragg formed the punk rock/pub rock band Riff Raff, and toured London's pubs and clubs. The band released a series of singles, which did not receive wide exposure. He also worked in Guy Norris Records in Barking.
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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## >From [email protected] (Francois Rousseau) Subject: AOTW: Billy Bragg: Rotting On remand Date: Thu, 15 Apr 1993 05:51:51 GMT
Rotting On Remand (Billy Bragg)
C I stood before the judge that day FC As he refused my bail
And I knew that I would spend my time G Awaiting trial in jail C I said there is no justice FC As they led me out of the door FC And the judge said, "This isn't a court of justice son GC This is a court of law".
C They first sent me to Windsor FC And then to Stoke on Trent
In a holding cell in Liverpool G Three days and nights I spent C My solicitor can't find me FC And my family don't know FC I keep telling them that I'm innocent GCC7 They just say, "Come on son, in you go."
FC I was picked up on suspicion of something I haven't done CB/CA/CG/CG Here I sit in 'F' wing waiting for my trial to come FCF It's a cruel unusual punishment that society demands CGC Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand
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D I ended up in this jail GD Built in 18-82
When one man to one prison cell A Was a Victorian value D Now three of us are squeezed in here GD And you can't escape the smell GD Of that bucket in the corner AD And we eat in here as well
They let me out of this cage GD To slop that bucket out
To get my food and bring it back A And if I'm lucky, get a shower D Apart from one hours exercise GD I'm locked in here all day GD You don't turn criminals into citizens ADD7 By treating them this way
GD Is the prize of law and order the stench of Wormwood Scrubs DC#/DB/DA/DA With judges quick to sentence sending more down from above GDG It's a cruel unusual punishment that society demands DAD Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand G D A D ...