Violins
Politically Incorrect 4:53Song Description:
This song is a take-off on the association of violin playing as a put-down for self pity.
Don’t like it? Well I’m playing the world’s smallest violin. So listen to it…and like it!
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Lyrics:
The violins are coming.
We are picking up our bows.
We are twisting on their tuning pegs
Checking highs and lows
It is so easy to play as a martyr,
thinking that everyone else is to blame,
making associates try even harder.
Craving attention; It’s really a game.
The violins are coming.
Even now they’re being plucked.
There are those who like to hear them.
Say their life has always sucked.
Why can’t we see how you’ve suffered so badly.
Shouldn’t we all be at your beck and call?
You’re just surrounded by uncaring morons.
None of them paying attention at all.
The violins are coming
They are tucking under chins.
They will surely play some ditty
To remind us of our sins.
How could this happen to one who’s so perfect?
How can it be that your life’s so unfair?
When you were born and so blessed to receive it
The rest of us call it “oral silverware”.
The violins are playing.
We can hear their tones so full.
No one said we don’t like music.
We’re just sick of all your bull.
What’s that you finally decided to mumble?
Maybe we’re right just this one time… but wait-
There’s still the chance, yes you still have the option
of self-immolation at some later date.
The violins are finished.
In their cases they’re reclaimed.
Put away by the musicians
whom your actions have defamed.
“ Bring in the strings”, you have heard our reminder
when circumstances seem they could go wrong.
Sometimes this helps, but there’s no guaranteeing
that we won’t fall back on your least favorite song.
The violins stand ready
to resume their plaintive cry.
We all know what you’ve been up to.
My advice: DON”T EVEN TRY!!!!
It is so easy to play as a martyr
thinking that everyone else is to blame;
making associates try even harder,
craving attention, it’s really a game.
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Roland Burbank – Lyrics
John Andrew Schreiner – Music, mixing, recording, keyboards, drum track
Marc Ford – Guitars
Larry Myers – Violin and mandolin
Alex Mackey / Kirsten Ford – Vocals
Garry Grant – Song art
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