#nlpoli
well since we're getting creative, I wrote this rap after hearing Manuel Lin-Miranda on John Oliver's show... I basically re-wrote his piece to suit ours, so the cadence and timing are the same, to the same melody. see original at:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=115-D-sms6M
and here's mine:
[Verse 1]
Ya. My family's from
Newfoundland. That dead-end destination
Where you can pay your levy and NOT go on vacation
Once commonwealth with quite a lot o' wealth, ‘would-be’ nation
Now the Tapestry of Bologna is the goin conversation
Hopin' to God! we get some kind of intervention
Don’t seem likely- not in this ‘permanent debt’ situation
Along with regressive tax and CEO severance allocations
"Close the libraries, Cut healthcare. f*ck the patients.”
[Hook]
This is an island out in the North Atlan’ic
A hurricane is coming and we're all in a panic…
[Verse 2]
We got here through a string of misguided leaders
No Vision, mis’management, over-staffed pension bleeders
Myopic thinkin, now livin in fear
my kid’s 50k in debt? he eats in a high chair!
The future? you can’t get there from here
The great debate over Muskrat rages on
is it, or is it not, something to pin our hopes on?
"The ship is sinking," and its taking us under
politico leadership here means to blunder and/or plunder
[Hook]
I got it both ways, I’m depressed AND I’m manic
I’m stuck on an island in the cold North Atlan’ic
[Verse 3]
To recap: Half a million
Newfoundland civilians on the hook for 22 billions
by 2020? I don’t wanna live by these rules!
We’re trapped in a confederacy of fools
lt’s like going back in time with multi-grade schools
Get out your make’n’break, I’ll fetch my tools
It's non-partisan
The hard part is in
Findin' some way out of this mess.
And now our kids are going to fail the demographics test?
over-taxing will kill us, not pay for the Falls
It’s Danny’s fault, it’s your fault, it’s also Dwight Ball’s
it’s mine too apparently, let’s see if Paddy’s takin calls
[Hook]
Newfoundlanders are suffering. and Thieves are thick
I fear for my young son, adrift on the North Atlan’ic
well since we're getting creative, I wrote this rap after hearing Manuel Lin-Miranda on John Oliver's show... I basically re-wrote his piece to suit ours, so the cadence and timing are the same, to the same melody. see original at:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=115-D-sms6M
and here's mine:
[Verse 1]
Ya. My family's from
Newfoundland. That dead-end destination
Where you can pay your levy and NOT go on vacation
Once commonwealth with quite a lot o' wealth, ‘would-be’ nation
Now the Tapestry of Bologna is the goin conversation
Hopin' to God! we get some kind of intervention
Don’t seem likely- not in this ‘permanent debt’ situation
Along with regressive tax and CEO severance allocations
"Close the libraries, Cut healthcare. f*ck the patients.”
[Hook]
This is an island out in the North Atlan’ic
A hurricane is coming and we're all in a panic…
[Verse 2]
We got here through a string of misguided leaders
No Vision, mis’management, over-staffed pension bleeders
Myopic thinkin, now livin in fear
my kid’s 50k in debt? he eats in a high chair!
The future? you can’t get there from here
The great debate over Muskrat rages on
is it, or is it not, something to pin our hopes on?
"The ship is sinking," and its taking us under
politico leadership here means to blunder and/or plunder
[Hook]
I got it both ways, I’m depressed AND I’m manic
I’m stuck on an island in the cold North Atlan’ic
[Verse 3]
To recap: Half a million
Newfoundland civilians on the hook for 22 billions
by 2020? I don’t wanna live by these rules!
We’re trapped in a confederacy of fools
lt’s like going back in time with multi-grade schools
Get out your make’n’break, I’ll fetch my tools
It's non-partisan
The hard part is in
Findin' some way out of this mess.
And now our kids are going to fail the demographics test?
over-taxing will kill us, not pay for the Falls
It’s Danny’s fault, it’s your fault, it’s also Dwight Ball’s
it’s mine too apparently, let’s see if Paddy’s takin calls
[Hook]
Newfoundlanders are suffering. and Thieves are thick
I fear for my young son, adrift on the North Atlan’ic