Spies Are Reading My Blog

High-quality studio recording of this song is on my album, Spies Are Reading My Blog: https://davidrovics.bandcamp.com/album/spies-are-reading-my-blog Welcome to the new New Zealand (or not). I'd so much rather be doing the tour of Aotearoa rather than writing a song about the tour that didn't happen... But everybody kept saying that I'd get a song out of this debacle, so I figured I should do that. Of course, you can read more details about what happened on my blog: http://songwritersnotebook.blogspot.jp/2013/08/you-are-not-welcome-in-new-zealand.html Lyrics: I should be gigging in New Zealand now but I am not I'm stuck at Narita instead I should be singing in Dunedin, smoking kiwi pot And chilling with the kiwi reds But when I showed up at the airport to board my flight I was handed somebody's cell phone Suddenly the future didn't look so bright And I entered the Twilight Zone The woman on the line said hello I'm from Immigration You may have a ticket but you can't go To our great island nation I felt like I'd been hit in the face With a big old kiwi log But then I felt the Stasi's cold embrace When she said I've been reading your blog The spies are reading my blog The introduction and the prologue And if that's so, it just might be true That they're watching this video, too Well I normally don't get many views A few hundred friends and kooks So it comes as surprising news That some of the are kiwi spooks I try to get my missives out And cause some small commotion Someone's listening, now there's no doubt Across the South Pacific ocean Were you strip-searched in Trondheim, she asked What kinds of things do you smoke Have you ever been charged with a crime Are you rich or are you broke Have you ever been turned away From any borders you tried to cross What kind of venues did you plan to play Do you use dental floss I said it seems a bit unusual For you to do things quite this way I asked her is this normal But she wouldn't say She'd just repeat her message At Narita you shall remain I've read your blog, each vile passage And you may not board that plane