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© Martin Stirrup 2022
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CH 07 Mobile phone
Verse
|D |C |D |C |
| D |C | G |A |
There's a woman in the desert and she's brewing us some cha
From water that she's carried on her own
For miles upon her head in a terracotta jar
Whist chatting on her brand new mobile phone.
There's a stern Ribari tribesman with his ears encrusted gold
Looking proud as any king upon his throne
Walking barefoot herding cattle along a dusty road
Whilst talking loudly to his mobile phone
Chorus
|D Bm |A F#m | D Bm|A |
|D Bm |A F#m |F# |B EB7|
Technology that's so advanced can't be told from magic
We all know the benefits it yields
But in those circumstances it is little short of tragic
That half the population still must shit out in the fields…. in the fields.
More verses
There's a sadhu robed in saffron streaked with centuries of grime
For an offering yours sins he will atone
He'll tell you all material possessions are a crime
Whilst chatting quietly on his mobile phone.
And those a bit more savvy now all have a selfie stick
With a social media presence now so cheap
Yet Heaps of festering rubbish can leave feeling sick
Village sanitation still seems bottom of the heap
As India develops with a growing middle class
Carving out a future of their own
Sewerage works and water pipes should come before more masts
Not bow before our new god mobile phone.
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