Give Me Back My Pound of Flesh by George Whitfield played on a Swiss Hohner Musette IV

This Hohner Musette IV was made in Switzerland and I like to think it's even nicer than the ones made in Trossingen in Germany where most were built. Now Hohners are made in Taiwan and are widely regareded to be not as good. - Discuss!!! I'm using the musette switch which engages 3 reeds one in tune, one sharp, and one flat. Here are a couple of videos featuring musette accordions and talking about their tuning.    • Musette Tuned Accordion Sonola Sorbonne 3      • The Nearness of You on Hohner Atlantic IV ...   Give Me Back My Pound of Flesh - Words and Music by George Whitfield Recorded by Chris Black at Black Label Studios, Haverfordwest. https://blacklabelstudios.co.uk/ For BB Scone's Pembrokeshire Music Show whose Facebook is here: / 49393023806 on Pure West Radio - listen to the original broadcast and interviews here: https://player.autopod.xyz/1531576?fb... Give me back my pound of flesh I’ve had enough and so I snap Yes this is war: I now enlist A thousand others march in step To sweep away this dreary mist That gnaws at cultures ragged edge To favour those that keep the pledge To curve the sour artistic space To never try to cut straight through The clever layered excellence That pushes out the pure and true To do the things they say we need To bow down to the god of greed Give me back my pound of flesh and Bring to me a pint of wine For I have suffered consequences I have trod the bottom line Watch me, I’ll give you a sign Those who bully, cheat or blag And those who gave up all control Have choked the system long ago But carry on their desperate role The irresistible desire For gold, renown and status higher It drives the surly creatures down To lower levels while they start To Cheat the system with their lies, They’re picking at the bones of art I used to think they weren’t aware but now I know they just don’t care. Give me back my pound of flesh and Bring to me a pint of wine Blood will thicken, bones will rot Before you break the things that I call mine I’ve lived in stranger times than these Solutions come as some surprise But how can revolution fail To capture quite so many eyes So few are gathered in the park But there must be a crucial spark And when they feel the real wrath That finally ignites the fuse To blow away this cinema Then one time we will just refuse All that stuff that they arrange and on that day it all will change Give me back my pound of flesh and Bring to me a pint of wine When we all run out of tether That’s when we finally join together Watch me, I’ll give you a sign C7 G7 D7 A7 D7 D7 C7 G C7 G C7 G C7 D7 D7 G