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Deportation

I was looking through my old lyric book and came across this one with some chord markings above the words, F# to B. I don't remember writing any music for them back whenever, so I strummed the chords but they didn't sound quite right so I changed them to G to C, which most of my songs seem to revolve around and it sounded much better. This song starts off sounding a bit
'folksy' and ends up sounding a bit 'Jean Genie' - spot the join. There's a nice bit of 12-string guitar in the intro by Charlie, which gave it that  'folksy' sound. I don't think I need to explain this songs meaning - it's fairly obvious. I like looking at history for subject matter; I've written one about Mary Queen of Scots, which we may record for another album if we can get the money together for it. When I first played 'Deportation' to Dickey I only had two verses for it, so feeling a bit lazy I asked him to write another verse for it - setting the teacher 'homework' - how ironic, I've waited 35 years to do that!

Hitchcock Moments: I played some acoustic guitar in the intro, which is very low in the mix, I didn't sing any back-up vocals - I wonder why?

DEPORTATION (music Pearce, lyrics Pearce/Sage)
I picked up a loaf and I didn't pay
Now I'm bound for Botany Bay
Where the sun burns hot and my skin turns brown
I wish I'd stayed on my side of town

My side of town, where they keep you down
My side of town, where they keep you down

My names on a list for deportation
Now no hope for my salvation
I got to give back every thing that I took
Those holy relics and the Christian book

Every thing that I took, with no second look
Every thing that I took, from your pocket book

Chorus
What on earth should I do?
What the hell should I do?
What the earth did I do?

On a coffin ship in the southern quay
I've been stolen away from my family
A one way ticket, with no return
A river of tears where your souls gonna burn

How I yearn to return
But my souls gonna burn
No chance of return
Because my souls gonna burn
Chorus
What on earth should I do?
What the hell should I do?
What on earth did I do?

Above: Our eventual fate for crimes against music?

Below: Hughie Pearce May 2007

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