My baby My baby, he don't have nothing My baby My baby he don't have nothing to give But he gives it to me Yeah, he gives it to me Quit dreaming Quit dreaming amount to something You're scheming Believing in old love that got away That there's still a way Find you someone who makes a living Sweet, sweet nothings aren't worth investing Sweet, sweet nothings just nothing after, oh
For me, it was seeing that what was offered (by rightwing parties) was not relevant to where I was at the time as a student. I had no money, no job, no connections and no clue about where I wanted to go with my life. But I did know I didn't want to work in London, wearing formal office attire and being a slave to the nine-to-five grind for the rest of my days. The leftwing parties seemed to offer more inclusion and be more welcoming to ordinary folk like me. So that's where I looked for my political home.
Just as Adam Maguire prepares to release his first book, The Bailout Babies, the very generation he is writing about appear to have been bestowed with their first major anthem. CMAT's Euro-Country reflects on the 2008 financial crash, from a child's perspective, and features the lyrics All the big boys/All the Berties/All the envelopes/Yeah, they hurt me/I was 12 when the das started killing themselves all around me.
The emergence of a right-wing populist party in Japan's upper house election running on a Trump-style Japanese First slogan raises concerns of a backlash against the growing foreign presence.
