Four Chord Symphony (feat. Dr. Nowt) [Sangha Sounds Remix]

Strum a four chord symphony and write a cathartic therapy Pentatonic alchemy around Middle C on all the white keys Grab a triangle or tambourine, or Bash out the chords to God Save The Queen Don't have to be pretty, don't have to be slick Just hit the snare and the kick and make a beat that's sick Increasingly in society, the arts are getting left behind And those who craft it are getting shafted By leaders who are blind Or maybe they choose not to see that without Music, books or even TV Our lives aren't worth the salt we've saved In our assault on creativity I'd rather hear something slapdash with heart Than what quite often passes for art Overproduced and vacuous Trickle down tripe you tend to find on the charts, and so I Strum a four chord symphony and I write a cathartic therapy Pentatonic alchemy around Middle C on all the white keys, and I Grab a triangle or tambourine, or Bash out the chords to God Save The Queen Don't have to be pretty, don't have to be slick Just hit the snare and the kick and make a beat that's sick They're trying to break our spirits, kid Don't let them dull that shine Make something that soars above the doldrums And lays down a humble lifeline We can write the next map Help our children avoid the trap Of only consuming, and never creating And hating the lives that they lead I'm not saying we can change the world, we can only plant a seed