You can catch Dan in his new solo show, Oral History, at the Three Sisters 19-29 August at 5pm. He'll be performing songs about our civilisation, in the hope that future generations will recite them around campfires, and get the wrong impression. It's a mixture of new songs and Pig classics. The show is part of the Edinburgh Free Festival, so you don't have to pay to get in.
Thanks to all who have watched our video of A Complete History of the Soviet Union as told by a humble worker, arranged to the melody of Tetris. And thank you if you've bought the album, as this helps us to spend more time creating more stuff. You can download it using the links on the right.
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At the moment we're in Edinburgh appearing at the Fringe, doing a show at 5pm every day at the Three Sisters, 139 Cowgate, Edinburgh EH1 1JS. If you're around, do drop in to say hello and watch our show.
A number of people have requested the lyrics for A Complete History of the Soviet Union As Told By A Humble Worker, Arranged To The Melody Of Tetris. Here they are:
To Moscow I came seeking fortune
But they’re making me work til I’m dead
The bourgeoisie have it so easy
The Tsar’s putting gold on his bread
The people of Moscow are hungry
But think what a feast there could be
If we could create a socialist state
That cared for the people like me:
I am the man who arranges the blocks
That descend upon me from up above.
They come down and I spin them around
Til they fit in the ground like hand in glove.
Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine
And the lines will be formed as they fall -
Then I see that I have misjudged it!
I should not have nudged it after all.
Can I have a long one please?
Why must these infernal blocks tease?
I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above.
Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!
A collective regime of peace and love.
I work so hard in arranging the blocks
But the landlord and taxman bleed me dry
But the workers will rise! We will not compromise
For we know that the old regime must die.
Long live Lenin, kill the tsar!
We salute the sickle and star!
I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above.
The food on your plate now belongs to the state
A collective regime of peace and love.
I have no choice in arranging the blocks
Under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes.
The rule of the game is we all are the same
And my blocks must create unbroken rows.
Long live Stalin! He loves you!
Sing these words, or you know what he’ll do...
I am the man who arranges the blocks
That are made by the men in Kazakhstan.
They come two weeks late and they don’t tessellate
But we’re working to Stalin’s five year plan.
I am the man who arranges the tanks
That will make all the Nazis keep away
The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red!
Let us point all our guns at the USA.
We shall live forever more!
We can start a nuclear war!
I am the man who arranges the blocks
That are building a highly secret base.
Hip hip hurrah for the USSR!
We are sending our men to outer space.
I work so hard in arranging the blocks
But each night I go home to my wife in tears -
What’s the point of it all, when you’re building a wall
And in front of your eyes it disappears?
Pointless work for pointless pay
This is one game I shall not play.
I am the man who arranges the blocks!
But tomorrow I think I’ll stay in bed.
The winter is cold, I’ve got plenty of gold
And I’m standing in line for a loaf of bread
Maybe we’d be better off
If we brought down Gorbachev
I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above.
The markets are free! So much money for me!
Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
The markets are free! So much money for me!
Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
Peace and love, peace and love!
And now the wall is down, the Marxists frown
There’s foreign shops all over town
When in Red Square, well don’t despair
There’s Levi’s and McDonald’s there
The US gave us crystal meth
And Yeltsin drank himself to death
But now that Putin’s put the boot in,
Who’ll get in our way?
So we reject free enterprise
And once again the left will rise.
Prepare the flags to be unfurled
For we’re seceding from the world:
We shall regain the Georgian soil
We shall obtain the Arctic oil
We shall arrange the blocks and toil
Forever and a day.
We're delighted to announce details of our Edinburgh show.
Once again we'll be at the Edinburgh Free Festival this summer, where we'll be premiering songs from our next album, The Girl With The Arms Made From Marrows.
We had a brilliant time and had a fantastic audience at last year's Edinburgh Fringe. This year we're in a bigger space, Maggie's Chamber at The Three Sisters on Cowgate. We'll be on every day at 5pm from 5-17 August.
And Dan will be performing his solo show, Dan Woods's Oral History, in the same venue from 19-29 August. He will be singing yet more daft songs, with an improbable ambition that future generations will tell his stories around campfires.
Last year the critics thought Pig With The Face Of A Boy were "the new rock'n'roll" and reckoned "a better hour of shiny comic songs may be hard to find". So come and see us, and point your friends our way!
Joining a Facebook group is of course the world’s least effective form of political action. However, this is a cause Pig With The Face Of A Boy are particularly passionate about, and we believe Transport for London should implement the measure without delay.
Keep an eye on the 'google calendar' box on the right for details of our gigs. We're performing at UCL on Saturday, and next Wednesday we're returning to the Cavendish Arms as part of a brilliant night called the Cheeky Beggars Banquet.
More will appear soon.
The 'google calendar' box feels a tad cramped and messy. Does anyone know an easy and effective way to make it less ugly?
