Songs for the unemployed as unemployment reaches a 17 year high in the UK.
Twenty-five year, He’s worked at the paper, A man’s here to take him downstairs:
DC’s bailing out the bankers as the farmers auction ground:
I’ll do anything to send these blues away, Unemployment is something I can’t use:
There is no way that I can see that I can feed my family:
I couldn’t find a good job anywhere, looking here, looking there, looking almost everywhere:
My arms enfold the dole queue, malnutrition dulls my hair:
If you know of any more about the UK – or about women – let me know.