Monthly Archives: November 2010

Blood on the Wall..

I can’t remember what I’m trying to forget
Knocked myself out..is it over yet?
Long gone are the days of champagne and phet
to block myself out from dealing with regret..

but I’m lying here wondering why I did it to myself..
If it hadn’t been you would it have been someone else?
I know drinking to forget is bad for your health..
but I got mad and afeared when I jumped from my shelf..

Battered and bruised and I don’t know how
It can be overrated..this living for the now..

Keep dancing..
No romance
in silence
Was it violent?
Keep looking
for what I took in
but can’t recall..
Was there blood on the wall?

I’m trying to remember what I can’t forget..
Locked myself out..is it over yet?
Can’t help thinking it was the wrong time to have met..
I blocked myself from knowing that it’s better to regret..

and I’m lying here wondering why I didn’t say no..
If it hadn’t been you would I just let it go?
I drank to forget but wish I’d taken it slow..
So was it good? I know I should remember but I don’t..

Battered and bruised and I don’t know how
It can be overrated..this living for the now..

Keep dancing..
No romance
in silence
Was it violent?
Keep looking
for what I took in
but can’t recall..
Was there blood on the wall?

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Fascist Fuck Train..

I remember when the seeds were planted for this divide
When the heart of our communities that once swelled with pride
stopped beating with the rhythm that they’re on the same side
When greed and the media became our guide
Now we’re in a hole where you’re judged by what you own
and if you can’t afford it, fuck it, get another loan
How can one live without the latest mobile phone?
Our depth has hit the shallows and apart we’ve grown

So when did us and them become you, us and them?
Are we really gonna sit back while we get screwed again?
When we’re all gagged and bound on that fascist fuck train
we’re only gonna have ourselves to blame

I remember when it mattered not about the size of your TV
The bigger picture? No..that’s not what they want you to see
Hundreds of channels just to feed your apathy
Telling you what you want and how your life should be
Does it not occur to you that what’s before your eyes
is just a way of keeping you away from your own minds?
You eat the media with it’s cover ups and lies
The future can fuck off..you need to drop a dress size

This is how us and them become you, us and them
Are we really gonna sit back while we get screwed again?
When we’re all judging each other on that fascist fuck train
We’re only gonna have ourselves to blame

I remember playing kerby with you on the street
and I believed that on the white lines we would always meet
Shame the innocence of childhood was not ours to keep
but why is it I’m wide awake and you choose to sleep?
We’ve got our own kids now..and their future’s in our hands
Their freedom’s everything so get your head out of the sand
Hope is but a dice and you can’t know how it will land
so I’ll meet you on the white lines. Let’s go make a fucking stand

Why did us and them become you, us and them?
Are we really gonna sit back while we get screwed again?
When we’re huddled with our children on that fascist fuck train
they’re only gonna have US to blame.

Can’t you see it’s us and them and not you, us and them?

Are we really gonna sit back while we get screwed again?

Or shall we blow the wheels off that fascist fuck train?

Now’s the time to end their twisted game..


Thatcher is Dead..

Thatcher is Dead

Things are the Same

Three Million Quid down

Someone to Blame

 

Good Morning

No Mourning

 

Urge to Spit

Open Casket

Days of Old

Head in a Basket

 

No Tears

Just Beers.

 

 


No April Fool’s..

You don’t have to know a man
to feel his last sunrise
as you watch them lay him naked
but for cover ups and lies
If he was selling his own headline
on the street tonight
he’d shout about a man who died
in someone else’s fight
Read how those above their law
pushed a man down to the floor
just before he died alone
for trying to get home.

This ain’t no April Fool’s
Just another example of how the rules
only apply to us common folk
the law ain’t an arse, it’s a fucking joke

You don’t have to judge a man
by how and what went wrong
Not everybody
has to make themselves belong
The powers that be will kill someone
when they’re already dead
to justify the lack of hearing
what the experts said
about those above their law
who pushed a man down to the floor
just before he died alone
for trying to get home

This ain’t no April Fool’s
Just another example of how the rules
only apply to us common folk
the law ain’t an arse, it’s a fucking joke

You don’t have to know a man
to know what’s wrong from right
The fact that copper got let off
is a flag down for the fight
But this ain’t just about one man
It’s about our liberty
and if their laws don’t stretch to them
then they sure don’t stretch to me
So fuck those above their law
who pushed a man down to the floor
just before he died alone
for trying to get home

This ain’t no April Fool’s
Just another example of how the rules
only apply to us common folk
the law ain’t an arse..it’s a fucking joke

RIP Ian Tomlinson xxxx


Parody

One too many, ten too many
What went inbetween?
I lost my mind but still not blind
to what you say you’ve never seen
Have you any idea when this
picnic table turned?
Head on wall, your wake up call
but still you sleep just to get burned

Ten green bottles, no green bottles
What is it that you said?
I’ve got my coat, now you can gloat
about how I’ll be first one dead
No forgiving that I’m living
Cuz you can’t say the same
You eat the rules, the food of fools
while trying to forget my name

The gun under my pillow is invisible
My mind is all I need here to protect my will
You shoot me with your talk of how we’re all standing still
As I watch you tread so carefully that same old dirty wheel

And I’m feeling like I’m dealing with some fucked up parody
this Thatcher’s child is just too wild for what will be will be
Sit back, shit bag, armchair, calm there
Leave it to the rest
Sign up, line up, head down, go drown
The government knows best
Your government knows best

One for sorrow, for all you borrow
In the name of Id
But no matter, the rich get fatter
on the fake back of what you did
Will you grieve when air you breathe
will cost you more than life?
Don’t you ever stop to wonder
which direction twists the knife?

One stop shop until you drop
Looks like the big boys won
Check the label, Sky or cable
Did you read that in the Sun?
You can’t see clear by drinking fear
All you do is drown
Get off your arse, it moves too fast
Dear apathy, get out of town

I’m feeling like I’m dealing with some fucked up parody
This Thatcher’s child is just too wild for what will be will be
Sit back, shit bag, armchair, calm there
Leave it to the rest
Sign up, line up, head down, go drown
Your government knows best
No government knows best
Self-government is best..


Old Elvis..

I grew up on an edge of town council estate
You know the ones. Posh if you had a wooden gate
The obligatory old teddy boy tinkering with cars
and fat girls squished into last year’s bras
displaying with pride the perfect quad-boobs
to the upside-down bike boys fixing inner tubes
who were keener on scanning their dad’s porn collections
but anything’s fine to aid hourly erections
Toys mostly eaten by tall weeds and grass
where once roses grew but got a pain in the arse
when he moonlight flitted with her from four doors down
causing the old ducks on the corner to frown
and yabber with spite about the single mum
who’s jeans were far too tight on her bum
and who’s gentlemen callers could at least mow the lawn
instead of sneaking off at dawn
We played chicken down on the railway tracks
Desperately hunting for pleasure in packs
Setting fire to old mattresses down by the lock-ups
Oblivious to all of the government’s cock-ups
Off on adventures and so unaware
of our parents’ growing, white-knuckle despair..

That was nigh on thirty years ago
So what’s changed? An awful lot as it goes
We can slag off Blair and stick pins in him
But imagine if Labour had never got in
Ok times have changed and I can’t seem to let
my kids have the freedom that I used to get
though we’re sat on an edge of town council estate
and my garden’s the one that the neighbours all hate
and old Elvis is still working on that damn car
and the old dears still point a finger from afar
but no-one here lives on beef dripping and bread
They’ve all got their big TV keeping them fed
But here we go..historic repetition
and thanks to this fucked up coalition
I’m the parent keeping my kids unaware
of my ever-growing white-knuckle despair.


ConDem Nation..

So Messrs. Tory, gonna tell us a story?

But please . .

Spare the bullshit ending
where due to cuts on spending
the economy is mending
for the benefit of all
And while you salivate
at what’s piled upon your plate
don’t pretend that you relate
to those who’ll fall
Value Added Tax
designed to break our backs
D’you think you’ll hide the cracks
with talk of pensions??
No added free school meals
Over fifty? No new deals
and next March you will reveal
your true intentions
Child Benefit? No rise
but in the name of compromise
wouldn’t stopping it be wiser
from the wealthy?
Public sector cuts
Too soon the doors will shut
as you slash and spill the guts
of what is healthy
More ‘scroungers’ to despise
as unemployment takes a rise
but in your coalition lies
it’s job creation
So Clegg, get off your knees
and David – trousers please
now you’ve sentenced us with ease
to ConDem Nation.