PHARM PHRESH, YO

aint no shortage of solutions

In Uncategorized on October 18, 2009 at 07:04

This song was prompted by a film I saw called ‘hemp for victory.’  Aimed at American farmers, it was put out  in the 1940’s  promoting and encouraging hemp farming.   World War 2 was using up a lot of the nations supplies, and hemp, the versatile beauty that it is, was and always has been the most efficient way of producing fiber and just about everything else, as the song goes on to explain.  Of course it was later chased back to the woods when the war was over and petroleum and cotton could again keep up with the nations “needs”.    and Yes, plastics can be made of hemp resin.  makes you want to write a song or something.

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live on texada 07/09. mp3, from the diversity festival – I’m currently quite in love with this version. That’s cory matsumoto on the drums again – the sound is, um, low quality I guess they call it – but that has never discouraged me. This was the last song of the set, and afterwords my voice was trashed enough that I could not really speak for the next two days. great show. great crowd. around 4pm I think

aint no shortage 05.22.10.mp3

https://camerontwyford.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/aint-no-shortage-of-earth-05-22-10.mp3a straight ahead piano version recorded @ home.  pretty fast compared to the guitar versions.

aint no shortage 01.10.mp3a nice, big, recording with the guitar run straight into the PA.  Cory Matsumoto is the drummer. This is probably the best version from all those wednesday night sessions without a guitar amp.   PAs are far less forgiving than guitar amps.  it was always an excercie in right hand sensetivity.

matts01.20.10 aint no shortagehttps://camerontwyford.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/matts01-20-10-aint-no-shortage.mandp3

a daring version.  explosive and trippy.  down in gibsons with my musical soulmate matt smith – he’s playing drums here, we play vice versa as well.

live @ the Airfare..10/18/09 this is a fairly loose and rocking live version,  played with franklyn currie on drums after one breif rehearsal.  This song started on guitar, moved to the piano and stayed there every night for about six months and has just recently returned to the guitar, as you here on this recording.  enjoy

home recording (4track).05/09.mp3 this version is done at home on tape.  pardon the “pops” every time a word starts with P.  I’ve scince been educated on home made pop filters….  Also note the “4 billion barrels a day”, I have scince changed to 10 billion.  I heard through the grapevine that was the number.  word up

lyrics:

in 1943, there was a forest around me.  was a marajuana forest,  an american marajuana forest – and the government paid me to put it in the ground – how’s that sound for ya?  a check for gettin things done – y’know there aint no shortage of solutions.

and there never has been, but there was some bad men, with nothin better to do than put up a few billboards, of naked chicks, to take your mind off the tasty tit of your sweet mother nature.  in case you’re wonderin – she never stopped carin for ya – you just learned so well to ignore her.  like a dog learnin to forsake his bone – in favour of a flavoured plastic clone – PETROLEUM, for everyone – it’s just like hemp plus it kills your mom, but who needs a mom anyway?  all we need is 10 billion barrels a day.

it’s 1943, the war’s ragin, we got a fuel shortage see – please grow marajuana for a couple years.  we need to harvest the fields for the turnin of gears.  we know how to get it all from this most powerful crop, but the profits in plastic are such that we’ll stop – gotta take care of #1 first.  apparently that aint the earth.

I heard it was do da da do da da do da dupont – if they didn’t write the bible then they must’ve chose the font, cuz they’ve got the salvation that everyone wants – ok, maybe not wants, but at least what they need, even if only YES only cuz the powerful seeds of your sweet, mother, nature, have been outlawed – like robin hood – hanging with gangsters, deep in the woods.  How could we forsake what our good planet gave?  -and then stab her in the deep black dinosaur grave?

you know everything we make out of crude oil, we can make just as well with a few seeds and some soil – yes plastic, yes fabric, yes fuel, and yes food, it’s time to TRADE IN ALL YOUR MARGARINE FOR HEMPSEED OIL DUDE!  cuz this robin hood is tellin the truth – and his pardon is long overdue…..

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