Biografía:
Joelistics grew up in Sydney, the offspring of a Chinese Australian father and an Anglo Australian mother, playing drums in punk and funk groups, but drawn to hip hop with its outspoken politics and ad hoc sonic cannibalism.
At the beginning of the new millennium, Joelistics took the first of a series of 'voyages' around Australia, working as a fruit picker, visiting hippie festivals and hitch hiking across the country, eventually settling in Melbourne where he discovered a city going through a creative boom.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
B#m - G - E - F#
[Verse 1]
B#m
Lately I've been losing all my faith in humanity
G
And to think I am a part of it's embarrassing
E
I read the paper and I keep up with the news
F#
I can't recognise what we do is even human
B#m
It's out of wack, out of balance, out of control
G
The lies told and the attitude that unfold
E
This fucking country has a rotten bitter hard soul
F#
These are laws of the land that the Crown stole
B#m
I hear them talk, talk, talking on the radio
G
They spit fever pitch panic on what they oppose
E
I read the columns, the letters and opinion pieces
F#
At every pub everybody's got prepared speeches
B#m
Misunderstanding all the pain in the politics
G
They only want a scapegoat and kept promises
E
And all the anger and the fear and resentment grows
F#
The brutality of lucky country village folk
B#m
It's not enough to turn back a bunch of leaky boats
G
It's not enough to kill their dreams then we kill their hope
E
It's not enough to deprive them of their human rights
F#
It's not enough, until somebody loses their life
B#m
Dark shadows gather history will judge us hard
G
One day you'll ask yourself "did I do enough?"
E
And how much cruelty did we allow to be dealt
F#
To a group of desperate people asking for some help
[Chorus]
A
How does it sit with you?
How do you sleep at night?
G
Does it worry you at all occupy your mind?
A
I hang my head, heavy heart, I am so ashamed
G E F#
It's in my backyard, but not in my name
[Verse 2]
The journalists gather, the cameras click clack
And at the podium the speaker's putting on his act
He talks in double speak, Orwellian reports
Empty words but his body language says it all
His hands are outstretched, now his arms are crossed
His white face sweats bullets and he nods a lot
Official press release, massive face omissions
The purpose so clear - dehumanise the victims
Appoint an expert, launch enquiries
Pass the buck, obfuscation by any means
He answers all the questions with the party line
Repeats the focus group emotion heavy catch cries
He knows his audience, and how to handle them
Talk tough, keep it simple, act the larrikin
Make them think that your one of them just like a mate
Repeat the sentiment - "ain't this fucking country great"
Now he's hit his stride, he's got them hypnotised
Convince them of a threat to their very way of life
And now the lights fade and he walks away
He played it perfectly to keep the power one more day
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
The sun beats down hot upon a prison camp
A family huddles in a tent with no ceiling fan
The days roll in to each other in the worst way
A young boy celebrates his 9th birthday
At night he hears people weeping it's a common sound
He's used to to seeing things he saw his sister drown
He wonders if it's real, he wonders who to trust
His mum and dad are like ghosts they don't talk too much
He kicks a soccer ball in an empty field
One of the guards kicks it back and compliments his skill
The boy tells the guard "I turned nine today"
The guard smiles, stops, then he looks away
He says "Little man one day I hope you understand
When you're older and your dignity is still intact
And you look back at this vicious treatment
Not all were complicit, not all were indecent"
[Chorus]
B#m - G - E - F#
[Verse 1]
B#m
Lately I've been losing all my faith in humanity
G
And to think I am a part of it's embarrassing
E
I read the paper and I keep up with the news
F#
I can't recognise what we do is even human
B#m
It's out of wack, out of balance, out of control
G
The lies told and the attitude that unfold
E
This fucking country has a rotten bitter hard soul
F#
These are laws of the land that the Crown stole
B#m
I hear them talk, talk, talking on the radio
G
They spit fever pitch panic on what they oppose
E
I read the columns, the letters and opinion pieces
F#
At every pub everybody's got prepared speeches
B#m
Misunderstanding all the pain in the politics
G
They only want a scapegoat and kept promises
E
And all the anger and the fear and resentment grows
F#
The brutality of lucky country village folk
B#m
It's not enough to turn back a bunch of leaky boats
G
It's not enough to kill their dreams then we kill their hope
E
It's not enough to deprive them of their human rights
F#
It's not enough, until somebody loses their life
B#m
Dark shadows gather history will judge us hard
G
One day you'll ask yourself "did I do enough?"
E
And how much cruelty did we allow to be dealt
F#
To a group of desperate people asking for some help
[Chorus]
A
How does it sit with you?
How do you sleep at night?
G
Does it worry you at all occupy your mind?
A
I hang my head, heavy heart, I am so ashamed
G E F#
It's in my backyard, but not in my name
[Verse 2]
The journalists gather, the cameras click clack
And at the podium the speaker's putting on his act
He talks in double speak, Orwellian reports
Empty words but his body language says it all
His hands are outstretched, now his arms are crossed
His white face sweats bullets and he nods a lot
Official press release, massive face omissions
The purpose so clear - dehumanise the victims
Appoint an expert, launch enquiries
Pass the buck, obfuscation by any means
He answers all the questions with the party line
Repeats the focus group emotion heavy catch cries
He knows his audience, and how to handle them
Talk tough, keep it simple, act the larrikin
Make them think that your one of them just like a mate
Repeat the sentiment - "ain't this fucking country great"
Now he's hit his stride, he's got them hypnotised
Convince them of a threat to their very way of life
And now the lights fade and he walks away
He played it perfectly to keep the power one more day
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
The sun beats down hot upon a prison camp
A family huddles in a tent with no ceiling fan
The days roll in to each other in the worst way
A young boy celebrates his 9th birthday
At night he hears people weeping it's a common sound
He's used to to seeing things he saw his sister drown
He wonders if it's real, he wonders who to trust
His mum and dad are like ghosts they don't talk too much
He kicks a soccer ball in an empty field
One of the guards kicks it back and compliments his skill
The boy tells the guard "I turned nine today"
The guard smiles, stops, then he looks away
He says "Little man one day I hope you understand
When you're older and your dignity is still intact
And you look back at this vicious treatment
Not all were complicit, not all were indecent"
[Chorus]
Joey And Frank
joey and rory
Joey Ayala at an (...)
Joey Bada$$
Joey Cape With S (...)
Joey Ramirez
Joey Ruckus
Joey Ryan
Joey Scarbury
Joey Stamper