I’ve written before about music – how important it’s been to me on the picket line and how it brings out our creativity.
Lyrics adapted from Dolly Parton’s “Jolene” by Carina Girvan
I do mean “our”. More people have been coming forward with lyrics they’ve adapted. I’ve had calls to learn “Bohemian Rhapsody” and “Shout”. At our rally on Thursday, I heard some folk behind me singing new words to Cher’s “Believe”, and though I had no form to give to the verses, once I figured out what key they were singing in, I could back them up on the chorus. Today, a few of us jumped in on a rewritten “Jolene”, and we all got organised for that British pub classic, “Wonderwall”.
Lyrics adapted from Noel Gallagher’s “Wonderwall” by Nicky Priaulx and Steve Davies
It’s great fun, even if “UUK” doesn’t scan so well most of the time (though watch this space: I’ve been tinkering with Jim Croce’s “Bad, Bad Leroy Brown”…) It’s grim to be away from our classes and our research. It sucks not to reply to student e-mails. We’ve had sharp cold, mild snow, and drippy rain. And we’re losing money on the days we’re out. So it’s not a party.
But we can find spots of joy nonetheless. A good fiery speech gets us going. A visit from a politician plugs us in to the wider conversations, by which our dispute will eventually be resolved. But singing together – that is what gladdens our hearts and gives us something to remember at the end of the day.
I’ve always wanted to properly work out a cover of “Knock on Wood”, the disco classic. The music, on the ukulele, is a doddle. But I’ve never quite committed the time. Marching at the Thursday rally, I absently strummed out the chords. A colleague from the journalism school hummed, “I don’t want to lose the pension…” We could see there was something there, but we had to get on to the fiery speeches and politician visits, so we left it.
Over the weekend, I picked it up again. In fact, the lyrics fit over extremely well. Except for the title and landing line in the chorus, of course. The person in the song feels really lucky, whereas we don’t. Maybe lucky to have the pension we have, but it is in the process of being taken away. I tried “Strike for Good”, which I liked in the sense of a positive message (for the good) but couldn’t really use because it sounds like we want to keep on striking forever. Unambiguously not the case. “Strike to Win” is a compromise. Doesn’t rhyme, but then, “wood” doesn’t rhyme with anything else in the original lyric. Still a bit weak, a bit hard to sing forcefully. But it went over well all the same.
Strike To WinI don’t want to lose the pension that I got
Cause if I did, I would surely lose a lot
Cause our pension is better than any stocks I know
It’s like thunder, lightning
The way you treat us is frightening
Think we better strike to winI ain’t superstitious about ’em – don’t wanna take no chance
Your defined contributions don’t lead me to romance
Cause our pension is better than any stocks I know
It’s like thunder, lightning
The way you treat us is frightening
Think we better strike to winIt’s no secret about it – we’re experts on this stuff
So see to it (see to it) that we retire with enough
If we had a decent pension, it would mean so much
It’s like thunder, lightning
The way you treat us is frightening
Think we better strike to win
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