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Saturday, February 6, 2010

Karaoke for COFA


Here in our (currently) calm and peaceful little precinct, we like to gather around the piano or karaoke machine and sing songs. We're an artistic lot, and uniting in song lifts our spirits, helps us shed the anguish of our daily toil and draws us closer together. The songs are sometimes funny, sometimes poignant, sometimes sad.

In that way the rich knowledge and life experience inherent in each of us is passed on to each other, and to our children.

In a spooky organic kind of way, the songs change when new things happen to us, as moods change and new obstacles arise. Recent events such as COFA's backflip take a toll on our spirit, but we simple village folk do what we can to ameliorate the pain and make sense of the confusing world around us.

We sing. We sing songs like:

The Great Pretender (Elvis Presley)
Oh uh-oh, uh-oh yes, COFA's the great pretender
A drift in a world of their own
They play the game; but to their real shame
They've decided to dream all alone.
Sometimes the songs are a little more strident, such as:

Brick in the wall (Pink Floyd)
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
COFA, leave our streets alone
Hey, COFA, leave our streets alone
All in all it's just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
and

Psycho COFA (Talking Heads)
You can’t seem to face up to the facts.
You're tense and nervous and you... can’t relax.
You can’t sleep, cause your bed’s on fire.
I can’t talk to you, you're a real live wire.
Psycho COFA
Qu'est-ce que c'est? [What is it?]
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run run away
OH OH OH

You start a conversation you can't even finish it.
You're talking a lot, but you're not saying anything.
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.
Say something once, why say it again?

Psycho COFA
Qu'est-ce que c'est? [What is it?]
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run away
OH OH OH
AY AY AY AY OOOH

We don't let these songs, or what they're expressions of, get us down. Our hearts lift when we think of the things that matter - the simple things. The sky, fresh air, the sound of birdies in the trees, a smile...

Wonderful World (Louis Armstrong)
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colours of the rainbow so pretty in the sky

Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you

I hear babies cry, I watch them grow

They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.

Wouldn't it be nice if COFA and UNSW thought the same?
Isn't it time they woke up and smelt the roses?

We're ever on the lookout for new tunes, fresh grooves. Do you have any ideas? Post them up as a comment.

3 comments:

morgan said...

O-M-G ... O-M-G ...
Too true, too true

Do you really get together and have a song-along? Tell me when? I'll come up from Melbourne!

You failed to mention the most anthemic (?) tune against corporate redevelopment. Does Joni Mitchell ring a bell?

Big Yellow Taxi
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique
And a swinging hot spot
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
Till it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot


They took all the trees
Put 'em in a tree museum
And they charged the people
A dollar and a half just to see 'em
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
Till it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot


Hey farmer farmer
Put away the D.D.T. now
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees
Please!
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
Till it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

On the nose said...

Very funny. But perhaps you go too far with Psycho COFA? It is a little 'on the nose' to call them a psychopath don't you think?

Truck Off COFA said...

Thanks "On the nose".
Perhaps it does seem a little harsh.

The idea came after watching a re-screening of a Catalyst program on the ABC last week. The program was called "Corporate Psychopaths".
The program described psychopaths as not having empathy - not feeling for other peoples' distress.

There's quite a lot of distress at the thought of all the truck movements, and COFA and UNSW just don't seem to be listening.

What do others think?

The full transcript is here
http://bit.ly/boczuK