Synopsis of the song: "Where's the Research?" is a satirical folk lyric that explores how research agendas are shaped by funding and institutional priorities. Inspired by debates on inequality and academic evidence, the song asks a provocative question: if no one studies a problem, does the absence of research make the problem disappear? Through wit and irony, it challenges listeners to consider who decides which questions are worth asking.
Lyrics:
There was a doctor in a hallway,
Under humming winter light,
With one bed left for mercy
And too many souls that night.
Under humming winter light,
With one bed left for mercy
And too many souls that night.
He chose one hand to hold the future,
And let the others fade from sight,
Then marked one down for mercy
And turned his face into the night
And let the others fade from sight,
Then marked one down for mercy
And turned his face into the night
Chorus
Oh the perfect crime, the perfect crime,
So quiet in its design,
You choose who gets the breathing air
And who gets left behind.
So quiet in its design,
You choose who gets the breathing air
And who gets left behind.
Oh the perfect crime, the perfect crime,
No blood upon the knife,
Just silence in a waiting room
Deciding who gets life.
No blood upon the knife,
Just silence in a waiting room
Deciding who gets life.
Verse 2
Now there's a machine in the basement,
And one inside the bank,
And one behind the hiring door
Where the lucky move in rank.
And one inside the bank,
And one behind the hiring door
Where the lucky move in rank.
It knows who will fall behind us,
Who will never cross the line,
Who will break before the finish,
Who was always left to decline.
Who will never cross the line,
Who will break before the finish,
Who was always left to decline.
It says this one is high-risk,
This one will not repay,
This one will not rise in time,
This one should be turned away.
This one will not repay,
This one will not rise in time,
This one should be turned away.
So it takes away the future,
The loan, the job, the chance,
Then watches from the distance
As they never get the dance.
The loan, the job, the chance,
Then watches from the distance
As they never get the dance.
Chorus
Oh the perfect crime, the perfect crime,
You write the end before the start,
Then let the broken carry
The evidence in their heart.
You write the end before the start,
Then let the broken carry
The evidence in their heart.
Oh the perfect crime, the perfect crime,
With numbers for a disguise,
You lock the gate, remove the road,
Then say they never tried.
With numbers for a disguise,
You lock the gate, remove the road,
Then say they never tried.
Verse3
And who will speak for all the maybes,
For the nearlys left in time,
For the ones who died of waiting
In the name of something fine.
For the nearlys left in time,
For the ones who died of waiting
In the name of something fine.
They'll say we only read the future,
They'll say we only saw the line,
But every ending we predicted
Was a choice that we designed.
They'll say we only saw the line,
But every ending we predicted
Was a choice that we designed.
No…
We only wrote the future.
And we knew.
We only wrote the future.
And we knew.
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Another Link to the song: https://giffenman.bandcamp.com/track/wheres-the-research
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