GIFFENMAN

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. 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 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. Oh the perfect crime, the perfect crime, No blood upon the knife, Just silence in a waiting room Deciding who gets life. Verse 2 Now th...

Synopsis of the song: What if a nation isn't short of money—but short of courage? Blending folk storytelling with a sing-along chorus, "We Ain't Skint" challenges the familiar story of austerity and asks whether scarcity is a political choice rather than an economic necessity. Verse 1 They preach like we're broke at the kitchen table, "Cut the spending, tighten belts, or we're not able." But they're the ones who print the money, friend— Slash the NHS while the rich dividends never end. Chorus We ain't skint, we ain't skint, Money's just a tool they hold. They print it for the bankers— Now let's print it for the soul. We ain't skint, we ain't skint, Stop acting like we're done. We're only short on courage— Time to rise up in the sun. Verse 2 It ain't the ledger—it's the workers, steel and time. Empty factories while good people lose the line. Train the nurses, build it green, and feed the young; The only li...