Point That Finger !FREE! (ft The Ratells)

by Ian Britt

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Digital Track

OK, so it's February & a lot of you are wondering where the official release of the new album BOX is. Due to various diplomatic obstacles (that I won’t bore you with now,) it’s being delayed. IT IS ON ITS WAY & it has been improved over the last six months, BUT in the meantime I wanted to fill this gaping time-lag.

Thusly, I got to work & pushed this new song out of my own studio. The track was actually part of the initial BOX session but it got shelved for one reason or another, I stumbled across is again & went to work.

It features vocals from my good friends The Ratells (Sheffield) whom you should definitely check out.

Enjoy the track and please keep sharing my music around the world!

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The track is about how we all, in some way (except maybe Buddhist monks,) lie to ourselves about the state of our positions, our influence and our effect in and upon the world around us. Whatever position in society, most of us are ignorant or hold unreasonable preconceptions in some way, myself included. But maybe we need to, to simply function in our worlds.

lyrics

This wheezing town with it’s thug life and fat kids.
Fed ‘em up on sweetened ignorance that’s what they did.
High up there the air seems sweeter somehow.
I guess you’ll never see it though circumstance don’t allow.

Make my house a big one and put me up there on my thrown.
Build a wall around me, and everything I own.
Price me out the market of the bums that I see.
They don’t try no it’s no lie, it’s a national disease.

I don’t need to hear this.
Find somebody else to blame.
Point that finger away.

My failing cheer and the death of my good will.
Bolster up the ego with a purchase and a pill
No stupefy yourselves let this horror rule the streets.
Boredom finds it’s own fun; Isolate, target and beat.

Mirror, mirror on the wall would you lie to me.