Rise and Shine: Breakfast with Inspiration

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    This unique album is the result of a live songwriting show, Rise and Shine, in which songs are written on a subject taken from the daily news.

    The show ran Feb - March 2008 and Dec 19th - 24th 2008 - fund raising for Busk Aid, a South African charity which teaches classical music skills to underprivileged township children http://buskaid.org.za

    Presented by Dean Whitbread, with fellow house writer Dan Brittain, guest composers Mike Turtle, Ben Walker, Louise Whitham, and keyboards, guitars, piano, poetry, sound effects and lyrics contributed by the audience, the unpredictable process of completing a song from scratch in three hours proved addictive.

    The results were consistent and varied, and the results are a spread of story-telling topical songs, with some great tunes.

    Download the full album in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.

    Five quid the lot? Yes, only five British pounds for this sterling set of songs - including six bonus tracks! Buying all tracks separately would cost £12.50.

    All proceeds continue to go to Busk Aid.

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1.
The Rise and Shine show is unique broadband interactive entertainment. It's simple and fun. The live audience suggests stories taken from the day's news, and the songwriters then write and perform a song within 3 hours, with audience participation. It's fascinating viewing and listening. The songs are good. Sometimes tongue in cheek or sardonic, sometimes soulful, they emerge from news in a range of styles and genres - from heartfelt ballads, to infectious stomps, hard-hitting poetry to farce, tragedy, comedy, protest, celebration - these daily songs go beyond clever - they are articulating real issues which affect all our daily lives. People have commented on the impressive variety which has come out of the project - the extremely spooky "Three Feet off Gabriola" about human feet being washed up on Canadian beaches, "Sexy Underwear" which deals with sexual exploitation and Parisian landlords, and "The Other Side", a poetic muse on mortality. But the show also produced the classic Euston Films romp "Strike!" and the epic tale of Hope, the gambling cat from Cincinatti. We donate money raised by the pilot shows to charity.
2.
Gimme Pill 02:33
Every day in the wrong job Girlfriend's gone and took my job I got gout in my good leg, And I got doubts running round my head Got to go and see the doc Get me through this mental block Doctor I am in a mess Please prescribe me Happiness Doctor, Doctor, gimme little pill I need a fix for me to chill Medicine for my mental ill Don't get depressed about the bill One week later, great new job brand new girlfriend, nice new dog I turn myself into a go-getter Feeling one hundred and one percent better Three weeks later, pills are running low Back to the doctor I must go Fearful of my emotional abasement Got to get my happy pill replacement Doctor, Doctor, gimme little pill I need a fix for me to chill Medicine for my mental ill Don't get depressed about the bill
3.
Hey Bill it's a bitter pill You ain't no more king of this hill You slipped down to number 3 You me and Slim, the Holy Trinity Hey Bill, you lost the top slot But look at all the money money money that I got I flash my cash, avoid the crash But I don't do bling, 'cause I ain't trash I got money to burn, I got money to burn I got money to burn, How much do you earn? I got money to burn, I got money to burn I got money to burn, 'til I'm old and infirm... I'm rich, I'm stinking wealthy I got so much it just ain't healthy I don't remember how much I made All I know is it helps me get laid I got more money than I got sense I don't care if you take offense, Cause I'm just giving you my two cents, When I charge such extortionate rents I got money to burn, I got money to burn I got money to burn, How much do you earn? I got money to burn, I got money to burn I got money to burn, 'til I'm old and infirm... I'm number one on the Forbes list I don't give a fuck if that makes you pissed See this ass? Well it gets kissed And when you die you ain't gonna be missed It ain't worth my while to lie to you I don't need to struggle, I don't need to fight you Cause there ain't nothing this cash can't buy I got sixty two billion to comply I got money to burn, I got money to burn I got money to burn, How much do you earn? I got money to burn, I got money to burn I got money to burn, 'til I'm old and infirm...
4.
(spoken) Out in the dark, out in the water, Out in the stinking sea Out from the dark Out from the water Came three bodiless feet (sung) The first foot was found near Jedediah beach A white running shoe near the trunk of a tree He ran and ran to get away from the man But he couldn't run fast enough for the sea Oh, Gabriola What secrets you hide Left in the ocean, brought in by the tide Oh Gabriola, Jedediah, Valdes, There's only so much the green sea can erase Oh, Gabriola In Nanaimo, Vancouver's rusty town No-hoper Angels they got the place locked down Nobody can be certain if it ain't just that floatplane that went down, down, down Oh, Gabriola What secrets you hide Left in the ocean, brought in by the tide Oh Gabriola, Jedediah, Valdes, There's only so much the green sea can erase Oh, Gabriola Yellowed by time and water, like quartz, Preserved by the rubber and plastic support And nobody can guess where may lie those left feet In the deep Strait of Georgia, encased in concrete? Oh, Gabriola What secrets you hide What's left in the ocean, brought in by the tide Oh Gabriola, Jedediah, Valdes, There's only so much the green sea can erase Oh, Gabriola Oh, Gabriola Oh, Gabriola (vocoder) white leather ...
5.
What you going to do with today Is this the last time? Giving up on giving away There'll always be a next time, always be a next time And I try to do my best In the time I've had to take my test Pain and pleasure, it's been my ride I'll see you on the other side, see you on the other side Aren't too many hours in the day Last a whole lifetime Like actors playing out on the stage Oh this could be their last night, oh this could be their last night And they try to do their best In the time they've had to take their test Pain and pleasure, it's been their ride I'll see them on the other side, see them on the other side Putting in the extra hours, is it making any difference? Or am I just looking down on the green side of the fence, On the green side of the fence I try to do my best In the time I've had to take my test Pain and pleasure, it's been my ride I'll see you on the other side, I'll see you on the other side, I'll see you on the other side
6.
At the end of a long Catholic day I put all my mitres away I've heard confessions you wouldn't believe All the people they look up to me As we pray together on bended knee And we all ask God to relieve A passion you wouldn't believe A passion you wouldn't believe In a bar where the Vatican ends I like to meet up with my friends And sink a créme-de-menthe or three Our vestments we leave in the church 'Cause we'd rather wear leather and torn fish-net shirts And we flirt in good company In a fashion you don't often see A fashion you don't often see And we mingle with princes and paupers Sportswomen, sports fans and their daughters Baristas who've made it to sisters A path of rejection and pain... So my day job is saving your soul For someone like me, there's no better role It's a brotherhood of fun I follow the path of our Lord Just like him I welcome all sinners aboard And God knows that I'm one With a passion that won't be undone A passion that won't undone And I mingle with princes and paupers Sportswomen, sports fans and their daughters Baristas who've made it to sisters A path of rejection and pain... At the end of a long Catholic day I put all my money away I've heard confessions you wouldn't believe Oh, the congregation looks up to me As we pray together on bended knee And we all ask God to relieve Our passion you wouldn't believe Our passion you wouldn't believe Our passion you wouldn't believe
7.
Aliens are landing Bright lights are in the sky Heard it on the radio Must be a UFO Aliens are landing Shepherds and the three kings Lanterns for Santa It's all the local banter Educating Ellie Her festivities Become a mystery Hot air balloons she flies Into the night sky E.T. publicity Ellie's understanding Lapland landing Watch her wishes drift away Bringing presents on Christmas day A lot of fuss and bother Ellie's grandmother Heard it on the radio Where did those balloons go? Educating Ellie Her festivities Become a mystery Hot air balloons she flies Into the night sky E.T. publicity
8.
Hamster Fad 03:26
I saved up all my cash I spent six months flipping burgers Delivering the news I did whatever I could do I want to buy a hamster A cutie little pet So I'm saving all my money I haven't got it yet I used to have a dog I liked him such a lot I took him home to Mom She put him in the pot Put him in the pot My sister has a fish Just like the rest of Vietman But her pet is wet and weird You can't stroke it in your hand So I want to buy a hamster A cutie little pet Hamster cheeks are bulging He fills them 'til they're fat - FAT! I used to have a kitten It was a Burmese Blue But when I showed him Mama She put him in the stew Put him in the stew Well, it's a glorious day here in Ho Chi Minh City! A small rodent with four legs smuggled in from China, with some fake chicken eggs and bogus remedies of old Malaria, spreading disease throughout the area.. Now I have my hamster I feel like I belong What's that knocking on the door? What have I done so wrong? Please don't take away my Daddy He's not a bad, bad baddy We can't afford the fine 30 million Dong - 30 million Dong! I used to have a hamster I used to have a Dad But now my Dad's in jail For my hamster fad For my hamster fad For my hamster fad For my hamster fad For my hamster fad For my hamster fad For my hamster fad A little hamster fad For my hamster fad For my hamster fad For my hamster fad Just a hamster fad
9.
"Oh Joy, oh Happiness!" Exclaims old Jean-Luc Not Picard, the old landlord On the Boulevard de Puke Her valise clasped close to her heart She climbs l'escalier He'll have his fun, the deal is done In an ancient Gallic way She studied hard each day The money that she saved Paid for wine to take the pain away He's not exactly gross It's just that she has turned into a ghost "I used to love my life I used to wash my hair I used to wear my sexy underwear And when I walked the streets My friends and I would meet And life was innocent and fair" "Oh Death, oh Misery!" Exclaimed pauvre Brigitte She's no Bardot, a young widow Now living on the street Jean-Luc sweats, il ne regret rien - He plays his part Her life is only worth the knife He sticks into her heart Soit tu te prostitues, soit tu finis dans la rue... Loyer maudit, Loyer maudique Finit sur le perepherique "I used to love my life I used to wash my hair I used to wear my sexy underwear And when I walked the streets My friends and I would meet Life was innocent and fair And now I hate myself The clothes I have to wear Painted shadows of despair And where my spirit goes Dressed in these stilletos Nobody knows nobody cares" "Loyer maudit, Loyer maudique Étudiant je te nique... "
10.
Strike! 02:51
Let's go on strike What say you brother? I would say more, but I am working to rule. Managing director Stewart Palmer said: "We regret the significant disruption this will cause to our passengers and we reassure them that we will do everything we can to avoid this strike taking place. "We are very disappointed that Aslef has taken this decision as we believe that this is a very good offer in the current economic climate."
11.
Sin Anew 04:44
"Forgive me, oh my Father I've forgotten how to sin It's been ten long years now Won't you tell me where to begin?" He said "I'm glad you've come to see me You're a fine, upstanding man And I know you've fallen back But we can restore you to God's plan..." "Violate, yes violate the Rights of all Mankind Experimentally leave your morality behind Pollute this fair world until the rivers run black Then grow a coat of pink ears upon a monkey's back You may think you're doing fine, assume you're doing well, But the church has seven brand new ways to get you into Hell..." "Please forgive me, oh my Father I've forgotten how to sin It's been ten long years now Won't you tell me where to begin?" "Drive up prices, divert all the funds From the poor to your door, and leave them just crumbs... "
12.
Got to get down to this brand new rhythm Come on baby, let's be born again We don't need this DNA we're given This embryonic disco never ends We can make a brand new congregation His Genetic Message we must send Oh, honey, we can clone our way to Heaven Get close to God with all our furry friends We don't have to die Cloning is the reason why All together, let's hear you cry We don't have to die...
13.
Mosquito 02:46
You're a new guy in town Too small a fry to be put down Can't say how you get around But I can hear your buzzing sound Dont know how you are so quick But can we trust you, private Dick When you present your evidence I'm going to hold you in contempt Mosquito, you bit me And just then it hit me Mosquito they used you They'll show you no mercy They used you Mosquito...
14.
(spoken) Hang on mate, I think I got some... I think I got some here, hang on I'll just count it out for you.. no, hang on a minute, some in me back pocket... hang on.. (sung) It's not the same as yesteryear Sky high, the price of beer I can't afford to get drunk So I bought these pills from a teenage punk A friend of my grandson's, actually, A very nice fella He's got bright red boots He dyes his hair yellow He said, "Grandad, why the long face? It's such a beautiful world, what a beautiful place!"
15.
Santa's in the basement Breaking al the presents All the little kiddos Won't be getting Legos Can he turn the tables? Can he fix the tables? Will he enable? Internet breakdown Time for a shakedown Internet breakdown Time for a shakedown It's the end... of the internet... World combustion Mass destruction People are wasted Copied and pasted Everything's broken Everything's choking Computers are smoking... Internet breakdown Time for a shakedown Internet breakdown Time for a shakedown It's the end... of the internet... No more MySpace No more Facebook Twitter's down the shitter Google's in a woogle Internet breakdown Time for a shakedown Internet breakdown Time for a shakedown It's the end... of the internet... Thank you.
16.
Paper Planes 04:23
In Japan Mister Suzuki Had a plan just a little bit kooky Paper planes from sugar cane Prototypes for the gravy train Re-entering the atmosphere They'll be landing nobody knows where Tiny paper planes are flying A million dollars just for trying... When other nations are so bold A million newspapers are sold And the story still unfolds... Ooh - how very entertaining Aah - it's raining paper planes.. To boldly go where noone's been A4 Knock knock knocking on heaven's door Wash up on an astral shore Or trampled on a dusty floor Pasta ships and boomerangs Fish and chips and French meringues Paper-weights paper plates And bric-a-brac from outer space Craft of every shape and size And flavour fill the skies Foolscap's stratospheric cost Earth is paper and is lost...
17.
Manuel 02:05
Manuel found a pretty señorita After he cut back on the tortilla He ate a lot of protein Was as slender as he'd ever been 440 pounds lighter Still heavy but utterly delighted A picnic he has planned With his beautiful girlfriend A forklift arrived - With his heart full of love, His mother, his sister, his friends gave a shove and his big iron bed was lifted up high, and off to the picnic went Manuel Uribe - hey! The people wanted to be near him Children coming out to cheer him As Manuel passed by underneath the Mexican sky... In San Nicholas de las Garza snacking on chile con carne His truck hit the overpass His happiness it could not last With press and newspapers, and heart full of love But falling blood-pressure, the blow from above So back home he goes in his big iron bed - "I'll see my girlfriend on my birthday instead!"
18.
I'm on the train, I'm on my way I get up early every day Get on the train two minutes late And I'm losing half a day's pay Oh, I got I a job, I'm building Skyscrapers the American way Mmm, my lovely woman, my children Ain't gonna go hungry today We're on the train, there ain't no room So I got to get up on the roof It isn't nice, we hold on tight It's dangerous, but what can you do? Mmm, I gets in my job Skyscrapers the American way Oh my lovely wife, my children Ain't gonna go hungry today I'm on the train, I'm coming home So tired, I been working all day And once again, I'm up on the roof My eyes are stinging and I'm afraid Oh, I can't hold on, I'm slipping I'm falling off and hitting the track Oh, and now my legs ain't moving I think I may have broken my back And lying here, I miss my wife I'm cold and tired, covered in spray And wondering when, or if I will walk again, or does it end this way? I once had a job, a job building Skyscrapers the American way... And a lovely wife, and children I used to love watching them play
19.
Good Morning 03:32
Good morning, my sister, face turned to the sun starving for the sins of men, nothing you have done Good morning my brother, now it's time to go to school they teach you well - in this living hell, there ain't no choice at all Now, how you make your money is the measure of a man And when there isn't any, it's a curse upon the land And the devil is among us, and the flames that he has fanned Flare up to feed the hungry - anger's all they understand Oh Good Morning my sister, face turned to the sun starving for the sins of men, nothing you have done Oh Good Morning my brother it's time to go to school they teach you well - in this living hell, there ain't no choice at all The way my father raised me I can tell right from wrong and i know this land is crazy, but it's where I belong and if i take the money that rich men trickle down so small and so infrequently, in poverty we drown Oh Good Morning my sister, face turned to the sun starving for the sins of men, nothing you have done oh Good Morning my brother it's time to go to school they teach you well - in this living hell, there ain't no choice at all They say there are good people in countries far from here they send us food and money, bullets, pain and fear but the food won't feed a baby, and the cash don't get to us and so to feed my family, I'm stepping on that bus Oh good morning my sister, face turned to the sun starving for the sins of men, nothing you have done Oh good morning my brother it's time to go to school They teach you well - in this living hell, there ain't no choice at all The luxury of choices, the pleasure of the giving and death is never welcome but it serves to feed the living and life it can be cheapened, whole neighbourhoods erased and nations reduced to rubble, but democracy is saved Oh good morning my sister, face turned to the sun starving for the sins of men, nothing you have done Oh good morning my brother it's time to go to school They teach you well - in this living hell, there ain't no choice at all
20.
Rasta Jah Mao was a big man With a million mouths to feed But he took all the money from his Little Red Book And spent it all on commie weed

about

For one month in February and March 2008, and during the week before Christmas, Rise and Shine, a unique show came into being.

The concept is simple - write a song each day about a story from the daily news, incorporating a live audience's contributions.

To write and perform a song live is a challenge, it’s fun. The show is highly entertaining, the songs are unpredictable in style and genre but always finished on time. These songs, inspired by events, are a catchy commentary for our age.

This collection is the best written by our dedicated team of writers, who laid their reputation on the line, exposed their writing processes to intimate scrutiny, turned on the cameras and the microphones, and let the audience into their inspiration and their craft.

Giving is at the heart of the show - as much as people gave us, we give away to good causes. In 2008, the small-scale pilot series raised over $1000 US for Busk Aid www.buskaid.org.za , which gives music training to South African township children.

As with the pilot show, we are continuing to support Busk Aid by donating the proceeds of this album.

This album was written by the Rise and Shine Show songwriting teams in collaboration with the musicians, lyricists, wags and wits who are the Rise and Shine audience. Thanks for showing up, giving us wonderful ideas, watching us make it up as we go along and celebrating with us the ludicrous, profound and the mystifying world we share.

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released March 20, 2009

All songs were composed during the Rise and Shine Show February, March and December 2008

Writers and Hosts:

Dean Whitbread, Dan Brittain, Mark Crook, Mike Turtle, Ben Walker.

Arranged, mixed and produced by Dean Whitbread, except: Magma Lady, arranged, mixed and produced by Ben Walker; Subterranean Santa, arranged, mixed and produced by Mike Turtle; Sweaty Hat Symphony, which was left entirely to chance.

We'd like to thank series sponsors Seesmic Café, Cheezewire, DFBMBE, and Total Podcastrophe for their generous financial support. Thanks also to Ewan Spence at The Daily Dust for the Christmas cheer.

Special thanks to Derek O'Brien for brilliant artwork, Annie Boccio for Wordpress wizardry, Adam Jochum for coffee, and Christophe Delire for unbridled enthusiasm.

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