WANNA WRITE A SONG?

We want to post your version of Home Sweet Home on this site.

Home Sweet Home was written in 1823; and though the language sounds really ancient and drippy -- it gets to the heart of the fact that a person's HOME has deep primal importance; but to the financial corporatocracy a home is just a piece of property that gets bought, sold and scammed for profit. The millions of Americans who signed onto subprime mortgages and other scams believed they would have homes that they would eventually pass onto their children. Many of those mortgages were offered to high risk buyers that the lenders knew would ultimately be unable to pay off. By selling off the debt to hedge funds and other securities, the lenders could offer dangerously risky mortgages with no risk. They cared nothing about the people who would invest in the risky debt and -- worse -- cared nothing about the people whose lives would be devastated by the loss of their homes.

With three and a half million families facing foreclosure because of this government-sanctioned crisis, why aren't millions of people out in the streets demanding rescue and justice? The Home Sweet Home Project hopes to get people up off the sofa and out into the streets. This is not a liberal or conservative issue. It's a national disease that is striking people of every economic class -- even the rich are losing homes due to foreclosure, every ethnic group, red states and blue states. That is why we want musicians of every type: rock, rap, country, blues, r&b, folk.

We want to post your version of Home Sweet Home on the site with links to the lyrics. We want these songs to reach people and spearhead a movement for change. Not only is this song familiar in one form or another to practically all Americans -- it's also in the public domain so we don't have to license it. Here's the rules:

You're free to change the lyrics on the verses. But use the chorus lyrics as is -- sung or rapped. On the verses you can be loose with the melody and feel free to reharmonize (alter the chord progression); but -- again -- on the choruses stay pretty true to the original. Instrumental versions are welcome too.

The idea is to work the issue of people losing their homes because of predatory mortages. That covers a lot of topical and emotional territory that can be explored: from sentimentality to rage. My own political songs tend to be pretty hard edged (Duck, News Goo, D.C. Whore recorded by Koko Dozo) but the Polarity/1 version of Home Sweet Home is very sentimental -- a first for me. No need to try to kick every aspect of the issue -- it's probably best to find one angle and make a strong message.

This is not about getting ironic or parodying the sentimentality of the original song. The whole point is to get people active about regulating the financial industry and informing those at risk of foreclosure about where they can get help. Everybody is victimized by this -- whether it's mortages, school loans or credit cards that jack up their interest rates at will.

DOWNLOAD an mp3 of the original song. The original lyrics and chords are below.

To get more info about the issue:

https://www.naca.com/about_naca/nacaVideo.jsp

https://www.naca.com/utilities/videoPlayer.jsp?menu=news&title=Politic%20Foreclosure&videoID=-8426922210847462359

http://www.indebtwetrust.org/trailer.php

https://www.naca.com/economicJustice/ejOverview.jsp

Post a completed mp3 and lyrics on your site and send me a link that I can post on this site.

Be pissed. Be creative. Have fun.

If you have any questions you can email me.

P/1

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HOME SWEET HOME
Words: John Howard Payne (1791-1852), 1823
Tune: Henry Rowley Bishop (1785-1855), 1823

F Bb F Bb C F
Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
F Bb F Bb C F
Be it ever so humble there's no place like home
F Bb F Bb C F
A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there,
F Bb F Bb C F
Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere:

F Bb F C F
CHORUS: Home Home sweet, sweet Home
F Bb F
There's no place like Home
Bb C F
There's no place like Home

I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild
And feel that my mother now thinks of her child
As she looks on the moon from our own cottage door
Through the woodbine whose fragrance shall cheer me no more.

CHORUS

An exile from home splendor dazzles in vain
Oh, give me my low, thatched cottage again,
The birds singing gaily that come at my call,
Give me them with that peace of mind, dearer than all.

CHORUS

How sweet 'tis to sit neath a fond father's smile,
And the cares of a mother to soothe and beguile.
Let others delight 'mid new pleasures to roam,
But give me, oh give me the pleasures of home.

CHORUS

To thee I'll return overburdened with care,
The hearts dearest solace will smile on me there
No more from that cottage again will I roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.

CHORUS