It Aint Pretty

Well folks the gig at the Kings Arms was a real blast for us, it was great to use the big band, playing with all those talented people was a real pleasure. It’s pretty much the first time we’ve done the whole show playing all our own material and to have it go down so well was a real buzz. Now it’s take it round the country time with the three piece, so watch out we could be coming to a town near you soon.

Now for the second song off Ghost Dance,  It Ain’t Pretty.

This started life as an attempt at writing a rap song, which turned into an acoustic blues on Bootleg Boogie and ended up as what we’ve got now, which is the best so far. Perhaps we’ll just keep doing it for each new release, see how many versions of the same song we can come up with.

The song was based on Aucklands traffic congestion which sucks, sitting in lines of traffic trying to get over that bloody Harbour Bridge is enough to drive anyone nuts, when you’re already nuts it’s twice as bad. Many’s the time we’ve been late for  gigs outa town on a Friday because the traffic’s banked up from here to eternity, it can take you hours to get anywhere. But hey there’s light at the end of the tunnel, what tunnel you say, aaaah  yep they’re still talking about it, that’s Auckland City It Ain’t Pretty, but we still love it.

Some of our overseas HarvBandits related to the song, as their traffic is ten times as bad as ours!!

Hey there move over what’s your trip, mergin this traffics like pulling up a zip, find a hole anyway you can sittin all day in a traffic jam. Big car small car dirty old truck, stuck in this jam is makin life suck, float like a butterfly sting like a bee, tired of this shit my name is Harvey.

Hey they don’t give a damn if ya sit all day in this traffic jam.

Bus lane truck lane bike lane aeroplane, put up ya taxes make us take a train, listen to the radio sittin in ya car, might as well you ain’t goin far, Big queues long queues it ain’t pretty, pack up get out avoid this city, I don’t care what you think of me, gonna say my piece it’s a free country.

Hey they don’t give a damn if ya sit all day in this traffic jam.

Highway skyway anyway to getaway, don’t go stay home leave it for another day, Put a smile on ya face might as well you’re stuck in this place, White man brown man yellow man black, all stuck together puttin up with this crap, Rich man poor man which one are you, really don’t matter we’re all stuck in this queue.

Hey they don’t give a damn if ya sit all day in this traffic jam.

Oh oh hey yea it ain’t pretty, oh hey yea oh yea it ain’t pretty,

Hey they don’t give a damn if ya sit all day in this traffic jam, oh yea it ain’t pretty, etc