Song Description

GENRES: TRIPHOP, ELECTRO-FOLK Homemade loops, cut & paste percussive noise and live playing create a tense Afro-tech groove and the lyrics cover lots of political hot spots.

Lyrics

KaCHING
©2007 polar levine--sine language music/BMI

Abracadabra.
Clear Channel in flannel
Music vandal, a global scandal
They say the groove will move
when revenue improve
when musical mojo is all about cash flow
The one and the oh gonna stop the show
All rise to the butter "but...but...but"
Lawyers stutter, no go
Restrain, contain, Rein in the brain
Control, patrol, Dismantle the sample
Dismantle the sample? Trample
Cramp the flow of need to grow
Slap on barcode, copyright source code
Tax the muse and the horse she rode

CHORUS: Even the rhythm has got the blues
Turn on the news
You won't learn a thing
A book, a look, a song to sing
Just a logo cloud of lies and bling
And there's nothing in the air
There's nothing in the air
And there's nothing on the air
But ka-ching ka-ching
There's nothing in the air
Nothing in the air
Nothing on the air
But ka-ching ka-ching ka-ching

Newsmen pimp for the war machine
Drop some bullshit, see if it float
Spit some fire on the gasoline
And we all hold tight in a little row boat
Clap hands on the one, go shop at the store
Buy more buy more. More More.
Go go buy more, more
While the Oakie from Muskogee
Lose his legs in the war
Pat-a-cake, eat-a-cake, stay awake
fucked and fake, baked in the stocks
And you won't get the news by asking the FOX
Microphone, webcam
Hidden in the bedsprings
War on drugs, every side thugs
Pullin' wings off the offsprings
Moss will gather where the floss can't reach
If you don't have the brains to teach... you preach
Confectionary knowledge base
Baked in haste, symmetrical to taste
Spun and bundled, fondled, bungled
Delivered with slight of hand by the cutest band
Corporate coronation of the bland

CHORUS: Even the rhythm has got the blues
Turn on the news
You won't learn a thing
A book, a look, a song to sing
Just a logo cloud of lies and bling
And there's nothing in the air
There's nothing in the air
And there's nothing on the air
But ka-ching ka-ching
There's nothing in the air
Nothing in the air
Nothing on the air
But ka-ching ka-ching ka-ching

The godfather of holes
Rules every year election time
Do-see-do with kids in the schools
Telling lies in pantomime Dispatched
By the strings attached
Scratched backs in back rooms with the hacks
Where the sun don't shine
Your life line tangled on the dollar sign
Fake dieties
Faithful aversion to mystery
Redline the gospel history
Put intimacy in quarantine
All for fear of the unforseen.
Don't do it!! C'mon
Don't pull the plug on the sex machine!
What's really obscene is
Beaver with a cleaver ready to attack.
Relax!
Just smell the coffee, squeeze the buns
The Huns at the gate are just self-hate
Pop a Tums
It's just yourself that you just ate

CHORUS: Even the rhythm has got the blues
Turn on the news
You won't learn a thing
A book, a look, a song to sing
Just a logo cloud of lies and bling
And there's nothing in the air
There's nothing in the air
And there's nothing on the air
But ka-ching ka-ching
There's nothing in the air
Nothing in the air
Nothing on the air
But ka-ching ka-ching ka-ching