Cash / Trash ! Lyrics

Ladies and Gentleman, this is what is commonly known as, money....

Here's the intro from the Magic Christian which riffs all over this theme and was directed by the Goon show accolyte, Joe McGrath.



Recently, The BoHo Scarecrow appeared at an event - in cognito - called the Culture Hack Day. At this day, Leila Johnston (@finalbullet) talked about the idea of cash machines being fun. You plonk in your PIN code and BANG! Money.

Earlier today, having failed to buy any wares from the designer cheese counter in Crouch End (see facebook photo stream), I sat down and started to write about a line that entered my head last night, something about "I deserve my cash reward". It sounded like electro in my head. But then, and as these things usually do, it changed and I quickly had a clear song in my head and a set of lyrics called "Cash!/Trash!".

Below you will find two things, one a fragment contextual inspiration and the other
the set of lyrics for the aforementioned song. The Youtube trailer for the Magic Christian features my chums from Thunderclap Newman, a Pete Townshend side project from the early 70s, who had a number one hit with "Something In The Air". I am proud to say that on October 3rd last year, when they played the two day festival I organised...that in the wake of my lost voice, Andy Newman himself did offer me not one, but TWO, Fisherman's Friends. Alas, it failed to cure me and I had to settle for playing guitar with the headlining act on their encore. I played a Lennon Edition Gibson Casino worth more than my father's BMW and managed not to drop it.

BMWs? Expensive Guitars? Money. The most pleasurable experience that I've ever had with money, was getting my cash card for the first time and entering my PIN in the machine. It sounded like a touch tone phone. Like KITT from Knight Rider. Is it possible to combine Ray Kurzweil's concept of singularity with the ATM and a bit of fraud to give me access Mark Zuckerberg's billions?

That would be nice but it'll never beat loved up spooning.



Anyway, here are the lyrics. I'll pick up the guitar in a minute and put it together. Hopefully will have something on youtube quite soon. Its been a while, as I've had the most horrific writers block. Enjoy.


Cash! / Trash !


Its the only game,
that you'll ever play,
where you get to choose,
what the winner gets paid.

CASH! TRASH!
Its just a game, just a game, just a game.
CASH! TRASH!
Its just a game, just a game, just a game.

If I had a penny,
for everytime I've withdrawn cash,
I could have bailed out Barings Bank,
before it crashed.

CASH! TRASH!
Its just a game, just a game, just a game.
CASH! TRASH!
Its just a game, just a game, just a game.

They say "fun is in direct proportion,
to how much you earn".
But you'll stop smiling,
when your overdrafts burned.

C-C-CASH! TRASH!
Kerching, Kerching, Kerching.
C-C-CASH! TRASH!
You win! You win! You win!

He's got more money than you,
his skies are always blue,
But you don't need a PIN Code,
to make sweet love or screw.
But he's got more money than you,
he's got more money than you.

Its such an easy game,
that anyone can play,
You'll earn yourself bonus points,
if you get your Balance On Display.

CASH! TRASH!
Kerching, kerching, kerching.
CASH! TRASH!
You win! You win! You win!

At the Corner Bank,
and the High Street Arcade,
Its the Post-War answer,
to the Piggy Bank Raid.

CASH! TRASH!
Its just a game, just a game, just a game.
CASH! TRASH!
Its just a game, just a game, just a game.


The BoHo Scarecrow

The November Wave

THERE is something strange for me about this time in November. I alluded to this in my last post. Its about dealing with the echoes of what has passed before and is personally very challenging.

I had something of a moment of epiphany yesterday and was hit by a wave of emotions and memories. Its all part of what I have been trying to feed into The Light Gate for some time. These are difficult moments for me. Self-doubt, fear of abandonment, emotional fragility they all come crashing in to sweep me out to sea. I can barely speak when this comes over me; it is a debilitating experience. I struggle to listen to music, when it comes on. Its a sense of overload. Memory almost full.

I read through the literary prologue that I had written some time ago for The Light Gate and concluded that it simply doesn't work. I wrote it before I put myself in the boots of Edward Sun and must rewrite. It must come from the first person. I am nervous about what I will write. I need a collaborator, an ally. If only I could resurrect my old pal, John Bousfield. He was one of the most spiritually advanced souls I have ever met.



"BEACON #001 Calling Johnny B...come in please..."

The truth is at times like these I am a very demanding soul. I expect too much from myself and others. The walls of my ego are paper thin and crumple under the slightest pressure. I just want to get back to basics, go out and sing someone else's old songs old R&B and soul numbers, not have to play guitar. I'm talking with someone about this at the moment. It will run in tandem with everything else that I do. I am useless unless I am occupied.

So, short of changing my name and running off to somewhere nobody knows me, it seems that I will have to fight my way out from where I am. I've done it before, and I'll do it again. Tie me to the mast, and let the storm come. There's a coda in a song I wrote, that I have sung many times. It fits, doesn't it?! It isn't about the kind of money or currency, you might think of. There is no more valuable currency than unconditional love.

"Well, it wasn't like I didn't try enough,
When I tried to kick all that bad stuff.
But there is only one thing you can do for me,
Please Lord, give me the key,
Or I will get up from this floor,
I will stick my boot right through your door.
Its like staring down the barrel of a gun,
every time I see the sunrise come.

Did you see where my money went?
Did you see where my money went?"




"Taken at the 100 Club, May 2008. These are the moments worth going through the waves and storms for".















"My ex-PA, Jillybean, and Kenny The Ken back in July, two of my dearest friends. If the tectonic plates could suddenly shift to bring Cork back to Crouch End, then all would be well. A couple of rocks! "

The BoHo Scarecrow

Hello! Nothing more to say than, I thought it was about time to give The BoHo Scarecrow a home of its own. I used blogger avidly before as TomOfTheChange, but packed it up as Myspace suddenly happened and has subsequently died. We are going back to the future, like the spiritual machines that we are.

What to expect?

I will be publishing written extracts and music from my current obsession, which is the writing of The Light Gate opera. I am also working on completing the album 'Amazing Unfinished Rock n Roll Odyssey', which is comprised of music from ideas and lives from the past.

Expect video blogs and BoHo Broadcasts. Occassional musings. Thisblog will run in tandem with the prospective launch of The BoHo Scarecrow Radio Hour. But I will almost certainly keep that Matchett fella out of this as much as possible. I've learnt that over the years. Will bung in the odd link to things I like.

Interested to see what will fly, though I carry no expectations.

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More to come. Peace, love and Ray 'Fucking' Kurzweil!

The BoHo Scarecrow