Folk & Traditional Song Lyrics www.traditionalmusic.co.uk The Media 
The Media (Ewan MacColl)
 Every second of every minute, every hour of every day The babblers work at building Babel, listen to what they say Reading the news and feeding their views to the minds of a captive nation Blending fact and fantasy - the official interpretation
 Every night in a billion rooms a billion minds are fed On a diet of pre-digested pulp prepared by talking heads Opinion-makers, phonies and fakers, talking to earn their pay Gazing out of their plastic world and talking our lives away
 Every time that a working man or woman demand their rights The talking machine works overtime to prove that black is white Strikers are traitors, paid agitators, miners are surly brutes But don't let the viewers see the coppers teaching them with their boots
 Every day the smooth-faced pundits forecast on the box The miners' strike is lost, they say, and Scargill's on the rocks Lies, defamation, misinformation, this is the testing time He kept faith with the men who elected him, and that is a major crime
 Every time there's a strikin' poll the lads of the BBC And the Thatcher mob weep crocodile tears - hurrah for democracy The 'Sun' and the 'Mail' both joyfully hail the Poles' 'Solidarity' Let British workers go on strike they sing in a different key
 For solidarity's good for Poles - but not for you and me 
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