Revenue Stream

Last month (12/14) Congress passed the budget bill which included a whole section written by Citibank and Trust Me, It's Not in Your Interests or Mine. Did you vote for citibank? How about the global corporations that run the fascist American Legislative Exchange Council (fALEC) or the WTO or World Bank? Our "Representatives" have become mere middlemen. I wrote this song several years ago (Which You Can Also Listen to Here, along with other and more to come soon), but it becomes more disturbingly relavent with every passing year. Freedumb & Demockery for All!

Revenue Stream is on the set list for my buddy Scott and I to perform at Tomorrow Night's (1/24/15) Songs of Protest Themed Open Mic and the Coffee House & Chestnut and Pine. but due to the overwhelming response of local talent to participate we will likely have to drop this song or my other song Bunker Buster Bomb (My President Talks with God), tough choice. So don't delay, listen NOW!

We WILL be performing my Badgered State Blues (Not From Here Anymore) regardless. Gonna be a blast, if you see this in time come out, you won't be disappointed!

Chords & Lyrics:

Revenue Stream

E9

When I was young I took a look

        A9

Said I’m gonna rumble like a tumblin brook

E9

Out of the hills, down to the sea

B9                                        C9  C#/Db9  D9  E9

See where I go, I’ll see what I be

E9

I will gather in the latherin rain

       A9

For every drop I drain, two drops I will gain

             E9

But commercial man spoke, he broke that dream

             B9                                           G9   E

He said boy you ain’t nuthin but a revenue stream

         A9

Revenue stream, revenue stream

  E9

I say what I know and I know what I mean

B9

Pay no interest till 20-13

                          Bb9      A9   G9  E9

You consuming, human revenue stream

E9

Well I grew a bit, I took a peak

        A9

Said I will meander like a ramblin creek

E9

Round the bend, over the rocks

B9                                        C9  C#/Db9  D9  E9

Under the bridge, and between the docks

E9

Tributaries rushin to join

    A9 

I’ll know where I’ve been, but not where I’m goin

          E9

Uncle Sam saw me comin and his smile beamed

             B9                                           G9   E

He said greetings my gurgling little revenue stream

           A9

Sonny boy hey, make my day

                 E9

Earn your pay, then send it my way

B9

You’re bleedin red, I’m rollin in green

                Bb9     A9   G9  E9

Mr. John Q. F.U. revenue stream

     D9

At 16 I was a ragin torrent

       E9

The confines of my bank I found abhorrent

F9

Breachin my levies at every turn

B9                 C9  C#/Db9  D9  E9

Roil and boil, chug and churn

E9

Miles away from my original source

    A9

I’ll chart my own way, I’ll scour a new course

            E9

But the Madison Avenue focus group team

                  B9                                                G9  E

Said we’ve branded you boy, you’re our revenue stream

         A9

Revenue stream fill our pot

           E9

With a lot or you’re not no patriot

B9

It’s your role, It’s been foreseen

       Bb9             A9                          G9  E9

Our prophet forecasts a steady revenue stream

E9

Then I thought that I would take my place

               A9

Have my say bout this old rat race

E9

Exercise my precious right to vote

B9                           C9  C#/Db9  D9  E9

Kick that scoundrel out of that boat

E9

But because my flow was all consumed

       A9

For political pay there was no room

     E9

On that mornin cold, they laughed while I steamed

  B9                                             G9  E

I knew I wasn’t nuthin but a revenue stream

        A9

Revenue stream, revenue stream

E9

Trickle your nickel to turn the turbine

B9

But the power goes to those who scam and scheme

                    Bb9 A9   G9  E9   

On all them little revenue streams

Spoken:

The Traitor John Roberts proclaimed money is speech

Robed heretics pronounced corporations are people

They acted on behalf of their golden calf

Their cold, hard shepherd, rod and staff

To them money’s the word and corporations the herd

The banks are their temple and the dollar’s their steeple

But money’s not speech, it’s merely amplification

So they can use megaphones to preach their adulation

But just you try and blare in the public square

About what’s commonly good and generally fair

You’ll see the whole God Damned truth laid bare

When you’re arrested for disturbing their peace down there

E9

So I turned to the man on the TV screen

                     A9

He said he’d pray for my soul and I would be redeemed

E9

He squinted real hard, so I knew he was keen

B9                   C9      C#/Db9  D9  E9

I sent that televangelist some green

E9

Then the man on the network news decreed

             A9

He’d profaned himself by thought, word and deed

                      E9

And when the court seized the assets, that’s when it seemed

    B9                                      G9  E   

It never was nuthin but a revenue stream

Inst. Break A9 E9 B9 E9 B9 G9 E

D9

Drifting past my worldly banks

       E9

Like vampires they came and drank

F9

Suckin my flow to irrigate

B9                 C9  C#/Db9  D9  E9

The seeds of their corporate one-world state

E9

They changed my very constitution

       A9

Polluted me with disillusion

       E9

And when I protested the sirens screamed

                  B9                                                G9  E

They threw these locks on their revenue stream

        A9

Revenue stream, see what we mean

E9

We’ll set you free if that’s your dream

B9

But if you plan to eat, drink or breathe

                    Bb9                      A9  G9  E9

Then you’re part of our global revenue stream

E9

Now I’m old man river just a rollin slow

       A9

As I empty my worth where all worth goes

E9

Mingle my essence in the abyss

B9                                                 C9 C#/Db9  D9  E9

Whoa I never thought it would be like this

E9

Little bit here, little bit there

   A9

A little bit rises up in the air

E9

And cycles back round in a vaporous dream

               B9                                   G9  E

To some freshly springin little revenue stream

        A9

Revenue stream, revenue stream

E9

Worth much more than can be gleaned

     B9

By those who’ve looked, but never seen

Bb9                       A9  G9  E9

Nuthin but a lot of revenue streams  

Copyright Sean Cranley November 15, 2002 (till death +75yrs)