The Trouble With Greed

I wanted to post something about music

Chris and I entered a song challenge at the last minute, where the day before the song performance, we were given 3 words.

Ghosts
The Trouble with
Lucky
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We had to write a song overnight which included all the words that were given.
Chris and I had only just been to the Ottawa War Museum in Canada a few days earlier, and were both taken back by the huge painting they had hanging there called Vimy Ridge
We decided the words we got given would be great in a song about Vimy Ridge, so that’s just what we did.

let your mind go.
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We wrote the song and called it “The Trouble With Greed”
When we returned to NZ we got together with a dear friend Jane Blackler on violin and recorded the song in our lounge.
The painting Vimy Ridge depicts the ghosts of all the dead soldiers walking up the hill.

Ghosts Of Vimy Ridge By Will Longstaff
The trouble with greed by Chris and Rhonda Johnson mOoFiSh

 The Trouble With Greed video
 The trouble with greed, is it’s the devils seed
Corporations, taking what they need.
I wonder you see, just where we will be,
When we lose our rights, our liberty.
The trouble with you, is what are you going to do,
Is what I say, so untrue?
The trouble with me, is this is what I see,
Look around, at all the misery.
All I see is ghosts
Dead soldiers at their posts.
Confused faces of lucky men
That did not have to fight again.
The trouble with power is it stands like a tower
Demanding from you, a life every hour.
I wonder how many, lives men must die,
I feel lucky inside to be alive.
The trouble with you, is what are you going to do,
Is what I say, so untrue?
The trouble with me, is this what I see,
Look around, at all the misery.
All I see is ghosts
Dead soldiers at their posts.
Confused faces of lucky men
That did not have to fight again.
The trouble with life, is it comes with a price,
You spin your hand and roll the dice.
I wonder how many men , lost their round, and for that price,
Lay in the ground.
The trouble with war, is we always want more,
With greed and the power standing at our door.
I wonder how many guns, we would find,
If we were lucky enough just to stop mankind.
The trouble with you, is what are you going to do,
Is what I say, it is so untrue?
The trouble with me, is this what I see,
Look around, at all the misery.
The trouble with you, is what are you going to do,
Is what I say, is it so untrue?
The trouble with me, is this what I see,
Look around, at all the misery.
All I see is ghosts
Dead soldiers at their posts.
Confused faces of lucky men
That did not have to fight again.
All I see is ghosts
Dead soldiers at their posts.
Confused faces of lucky men
That did not have to fight again
That did not have to fight again
That did not have to die again.

There is a reason behind this post, I wanted to show you that if you allow the creative juices to flow anything is possible. Writing music is no different to any other creative pass time.
​The secret is to be totally immersed and connected in what you are creating.

​I hope you enjoyed the song, very melancholy and reflects the war, I hope it captured the presence of the men that gave their lives…
Let love embrace their souls, and may humanity one day see that war serves no purpose.