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| Last Login: | Feb 8, 2009 (311 days back) |
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Dance Music Committee December 1942 directive 2: “We have recently adopted a policy of excluding sickly sentimentality which, particularly when sung by certain vocalists, can become nauseating and not at all in keeping with what we feel to be the need of the public in this country in the fourth year of war.” Carnaby Street Come ye olde punks and moisturise See the progress with global eyes Pop to Armani for fashion tips Or pay three quid for some milky coffee shit Wardour Street lurked in its shadows of red But now you won’t find any three-in-a-bed A respectable marketing branch have we here To produce propaganda and smooth out your fears If you’re thinking of drinking a pint of real ale You can fuck off to Cornwall or maybe to Wales And don’t light a cigarette inside this bar Or the bouncers will bounce you and leave you with scars Camden Town market is next in our sights You wasters and traders don’t have proper rights And why do you think that we started the fire ? To prepare the next step in the Starbucks empire ! Come ye old punks and moisturise Wipe that tear from your mascara’d eyes The old ways are going and nobody cares Our investors are pleased with their stocks and their shares. Come ye olde punks and moisturise See the progress with global eyes Pop to Hennes for fashion tips Or pay three quid for some milky coffee shit. (c) 2008 30 AU [(c) reg SUISA] Armchair Warrior I’m fighting a war From the comfort of my armchair I’m bringing peace to the Middle East I’m subverting the terrorist I’m a mercenary beast I’m fighting a war From the comfort of my office I’m stirring up old sentiments I’m airing them on the Internet I’m not finished yet I’m fighting a war From the comfort of my ignorance I’m deep behind enemy lines Within my mind I’m the partisan I’m fighting a war From the comfort of my home The pension payments keep me warm The gas fire burns ‘til dawn And I’m all alone I’m fighting a war From the comfort of my armchair I’m raining down napalm Once more on Vietnam It keeps me calm. (c) 2008 30 AU [(c) reg SUISA] Soft Target How would you explain To the families of the maimed? I'm sitting here cross-legged Shoeless at your behest Respectful of your difference Open-minded, with interest. So how would you explain To the families of the maimed That their daughter, son or mother, Or their father or sister or brother Is missing an arm or a leg or their face Consequential to your hate? And how would you explain To the families of the maimed That the scriptures you invoke And your hails to martyrdom And your incitement to bomb Is a calling from your god? How would you defend To the families of the dead And those bleeding where the steel Of the nails took their eyes That you can truly rationalise Your choice of soft target? I'm sitting here cross-legged Listening to you telling me That no one would listen If you did things peacefully. And I'm thinking about my life And I'm fingering my knife Thinking... is it wrong to find a soft target? (c) 2008 30 AU [(c) reg SUISA] England Oh England my England Old homeland at that So full of cunts In Burberry caps You needed The Streets to show you the way He's driving his roller round Hampshire today You needed The Smiths but now Morissey's fat And the Queen is not dead and your rubber ring's flat You needed the Floyd to say “Thatcher don't care” Now Roger and David have dinner with Blair Dad says "you needed to listen to stories of blood So you failed to take note of the impending flood." Oh England my England Old homeland at that Is so full of cunts In Burberry caps You needed the States when old Russia was mighty (Now) the warmonger laughs of his friendship with blighty Oh England I loved you What weakness destroyed you So England my homeland I strive to avoid you ? And now as we reap of the damage we sow With some bacon and eggs and a starbucks to go And we backtrack to remedy laws that we flouted The eventual tally has yet to be counted Oh England my England What weakness destroyed you So England my homeland I vow to avoid you ? (c) 2006 30 AU [(c) reg SUISA] Poem for war journalists, by James Fenton We spoke, we chose to speak of war and strife – a task a fine ambition sought – and some might say, who shared our work, our life: that praise was dearly bought. Drivers, interpreters, these were our friends. These we loved. These we were trusted by. The shocked hand wipes the blood across the lens. The lens looks to the sky. Most died by mischance. Some seemed honour-bound to take the lonely, peerless track conceiving danger as a testing ground to which they must go back till the tongue fell silent and they crossed beyond the realm of time and fear. Death waved them through the checkpoint. They were lost. All have their story here. |
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Music:Member Since: 06/06/2008Band Members: Graham A Influences: Belborn Sounds Like: Rev Hammer, so I'm told, or a southern David Gedge, or maybe some geezer warbling in the shower. I dunno, you tell me. Type of Label: Unsigned |
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| Occupation: | Music Artist (Melodramatic Popular Song) |
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