Boy

EGoing on, Growing strong, is your mind on fire ?
evil though your eyes may seem, your heart is with desire.
cut some coke,smoke some dope, sharpen knife on a granite stone
slash your blade into his flesh, how did your life get such a mess ?
trousers worn around your thighs, come to me with no more lies
stick your arse up to the world, life is hard, breathe in and smell!
the little boy, was so good, went away and joined the hood
hidden in alleys, selling drugs, to all our kids in the neighbourhood.
gave some coke to a little lad, thought that he would be real glad
return to you, buy some more, then sit down and take a little draw.
his father Dave was none too pleased, to find poor Joe in a mortuary freeze
now your life is not much fun with your brain gone from his short range gun.
I visit you, each and every day, hard to see you alive this way.
what boy was there, is not no more, I thought you'd grow and learn the score.
I thought you'd see the light of day, or end up in a lonely grave.
so sit, hum a tune and waste away, i'll come and see you another day.

Just by chance

Drive a train over the track jumper jumps ain't coming back
through the tunnel, light isn't red, steady speed, station ahead
round the bend into the light, passengers move back, mainly in fright
one stays steady looking left, toot the horn, leaps to his death
onto the front hit the screen, then under the train with a scream
feel the crunching off his bones, no return for young Tim Jones
nightmarish dreams, eyes still look, into the mind, the driver spooks
three days spare, then back to the tube,driving the train misunderstood.
memory fades in some time until another one under, is on the line.

Unfortunately for me I was born on a friday.

Soldiers arrived, they took them away,

no one knew why they could not stay,

They came with lorries and bundled them on,

asking for Country, Town, Date and then they were gone

First my friends, then my family

my brother, my mum and my sister Emily

gaping holes in community, soldiers with guns, masks, brutal slavery

they were there, now they're gone, gone away from me

I spoke to people left, one's left bereft

trying to find a cause for this sin

trying to find out why?, this state were in

but none knew why, or where they've gone

no one knew why, except they forced their way in.

I gathered reasons by questioning few, then many

English, Polish, French, Indians and those from Germany

I could not find a Reason why? but it wasn't ugliness 

I searched around, it could not be the wealthy or the poor

it wasn't what clothes were in their drawer

it wasn't race by the look in their face

I knew the population had grown, the evidence had shown

No jobs, no money, food was scarce

people fighting for a place to live

some had taken to sharing 

most were living in the benches or vents

in the open park and living in tents

After much research, blown away and bemused

there were no reasons that I could unearth

except the date of their birth

besides one born on a Sunday, Tuesday, Friday too

there were none left, not even you

Monday had gone, Wednesday disappeared, Thursday none

Saturday vanished like the setting of a sun

Then as if an explosion in my brain it was somewhat crazy completely insane

those in charge had worked a plan, drafted an army then it began

a birthright lottery to sort it out, not ageist or racist or a wealthy plan

born on a day they did not choose' would be taken away, gassed or shot then burnt in may

a great big pyre could be smelt, dust of bodies no longer felt,

 falling down as if it were snow, putting on a great big show

Jews were blamed for undermining wealth

In Nazi Germany, they were caught by stealth

yet this is a different state of mind, no one to blame, just a state unkind

They grew in power and had a plan, to take away the heart of every man

those that were left would beg for life, those were left had no wife

slavery and power will be their days bowing down to pay their way's 

BUCKET

THE NEED TO HAVE MONEY IN THIS WORLD TO SURVIVE
THE GREED IS THE NEED TO BE SATISFIED
WORKING  HARD TO ACCUMULATE
 LOTS OF WEALTH FOR A POSH FRONT GATE
A HOUSE FULL OF SPLENDOUR A NICE CAR TOO
A HD TV AND A BRACELET FOR YOU
SOME FINER THINGS ARE UNDER FREEZE
VENISON STEAKS, LADY CAROLINE CHEESE
BUT WHAT WOULD I BE WITHOUT A JOB
A FAT GUT BUCKET AND A LAZY SLOB

IF THERE WERE NO MONEY AND A BARTERING NEED
WE WOULD GO OUT HUNTING AND CAPTURE OUR FEED
TRADE WITH EACH OTHER FOR THINGS WE REQUIRE
ALL BE GOOD AND SING IN A CHOIR
KIND TO OUR NEIGHBOURS, NO NEED TO WORK
NO MORE EXHAUSTION, EVERYDAY A SHIRK.
NO PRICE ON ANYTHING, EVERYTHING FOR FREE
EVERYDAY A LEISURE WITH GOOD COMPANY
BUT WHAT WOULD I BE IF LIFE WERE A FOB
A FAT GUT BUCKET AND A LAZY SLOB

Chris Evans

He's a radio presenter as rich as can be, living his life in pure luxury
Playing our tunes, talking of life
Wonderful kids and a happy wife

Wouldn't it be grand to work on radio 2, wouldn't it be great to be like you
Charming and happy, a ginger hair fool
Spinning the tracks for each and us all

It's fun to listen, it's good to hear
Listening to music and all the good cheer, keep it going, keep it real
With lively chat and a fun filled thrill

Russian Democracy

So once again you voted him in
why do that with the state your in
surely there's better than Vladimir Putin
okay there's jobs when there were none
Russians are free to have more fun
countries economy healthy and rich
job galore, what a bitch!
so off you go further right taking money into the night
sharing gone, caring too, lessons from the west won't satisfy you
communism saw it's death, voice of the devil is in your breath
a nation that used to share, leave the rich to grab and tear
that hungry child that once was fed
begs in the street without a bed
learn from your history, Stalin has gone
taking with him that hateful greed
leaving behind a brotherhood feed
Putin is a Cameron with blond hair
buying the votes with corrupting fayer.
Money is greed, with a dangerous need
draining souls, destroying your seed
good mortal beings, wanting lust
at what cost and what unjust.

 


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Watch your step

Don't have a blue fit,
you're the one who trod in it.
It's not my problem at all,
Why you've been such a fool
You just have to, don't you
Walk into to a mess
You knew you shouldn't have
Worn that new dress
and what about your shoes
They were new too?
Well la di da and boo hoo
silly girl you
Now calm down a bit
and next time you twit
Don't tread in the shit

Suggest it

Some people call me hideous
Some even say I'm fabulous
Others just look and stare
Some just touch for a dare
But I can't be bothered
and i don't really care

I eat rather peculiar things
A few of them even have wings
people think that I'm cruel
others say my belly looks full
Well it does protrude when I've ate
I just want to sleep,
Coz I'm beaten when I've eaten

I live in a glass box
And just like a fox
I sometimes crawl out
And wander about
Quietly I sliver around
Until I am found
Then I am put back in my case
i stare and hiss at the big face.

One day I'll be free
When that day comes, he will see
Sneaking around so quietly
I'll bite him on the neck
My teeth only leave a small speck
A tiny little hole, just a little peck
When I'm free from that glass thing
Free to hiss and sing

# SHOW THEM A SMILE

Cast your mind back, what do you see?, a handful of memories from a distant history
all you've been through and all that is lost, the places you've been from city to coast
Fragments of life are never enough, the moments are gone, like turning to dust
the precious things stay, way deep in your brain, they are there for you, when called on again
so live for today, don't let life get you down, show them a smile and an uplifted frown
just show them a smile and an uplifted frown

There's plenty to see and plenty to do, life's a safari, though trapped in a zoo
fight for freedom and what you believe, don't let them win or let them deceive
Love comes your way, once or twice in your life, it's time to settle down and make her your wife
but a temper your born with and a temper you'll lose, hold on back, restrain the ranting blues
so live for today, don't let life get you down, show them a smile and an uplifted frown
just show them a smile and an uplifted frown

when alls been done and your looking back, children have grown, they've fled from the pack
living they're lives as good people do, paying their tax and following you
soon they will wed, have some of they're own, bringing them round to whine and to moan
oh you don't mind, seeing angelic faces, lifts you right up, taking them places,
to the time when at peace, and a time when a child, a little biddie horror and a little wild
but live for today, don't let life get you down, show them a smile and an uplifted frown
just show them a smile and an uplifted frown

soon it's all over, your left on your own, fighting for that cause, no longer known
for things have moved on, people have changed, along with their music, it's an unusual age
your grandson's a punk, granddaughters in blue,
your children are too busy to be bothered with you,
sitting and reading, looking at walls, building's have grown so big and so tall
strange people live in & around your town
But just live for today, don't let life get you down, show them a smile and an uplifted frown
just show them a smile and an uplifted frown

Sleep

I sit here when  I should be in bed, must be going out of my head
but even when I do, my minds in a stew,
wondering what the next move is to make, what I should do

I go to bed but cannot sleep, stirring round or snoring deep,
with a cough and choke, splutter and sneeze
must get up now, get up, get up, I  need a wee

its not fair, one sleep would do, sleeping soundly as babies do
not toss and turn and wake up all night
sleeping and worrying in another dream fright
nightmare after nightmare, scaring myself
punching out in the middle of the night

well here goes for a few more
work the next day and I'm up at four
another day slog and home by three
then probably fall asleep on my yellow settee

civil equality

The giants of the industry were fought against
all kinds of business only employ those they can afford
now they tell us, if we don't cut wages we go to the wall
it's a lie to discount pay, stand up and have your say

shareholders get financial reward
so do manager's pissing it up the wall
corporate meeting's dinners at restaurants, food wasted in the bin
don't blame the working force, for the state we're in
shadow of the people we used to be
1968 Dagenham women made them see
only a few fought against the machine
equal pay for women was the joy that was seen

The giants of the industry were fought against
if they could not afford a good wage then they wouldn't make massive profits
the working class has been crushed, bow your heads and take it up the arse
but it's a lie to discount pay, stand up and have your say

History taught us to soldier against oppression.
one day, workers of the world will unite
one day ordinary people will fight
all the world will be equal
wait around for the sequal

# Suck it

I sucked it and licked it, it tasted good
I licked it and sucked it, just as I should
I fumbled and felt it hard in my hand
It started to melt, then drip in the sand
I never thought it could have such a wonderful taste
The liquid went down my throat and over my face
I've never before had a terrible tease
I sucked it so long, it gave me brain freeze.
I need a bin bag or maybe a bowl, to put down this cold and unfinished ice pole.

# JUST SAY NO

Spending some time with you, going through all there was to do
telling some secrets or lies, refusing to explain the reason why?
round in circles we go, leaving a raping gaping hole
taking on the fatherly role, positive thinking with a goal
all you had to do, was say no

Seeking an answer for my mind, how could I have been so blind
why would you hurt me this way, all you had to do, is just say
quarrelled, yeah, yeah we fought, I thought all that had led to nought
troubled mind dragging you low, there was no other place for you to go?
all you had to do, was say no

Searching for a place to lay your bed, what kind of thoughts were in your head
how could you come to that place, overdosing out of  your face
holding you close in my heart, refusing to ever make a start
in the direction they took you away, I just didn't know what to say
when they went I said go, go take her, on her own
bury your body without a soul, place you in the coffin of gold
all you had to do, was say no

American Friends

Thank you a bundle my American friends
For taking your time & reading this blog
It reminds me of the time in the synagogue
Bowing down, praying loud
The lord Jesus Christ took me into a cloud
He showed me a light of amazing gold, it took my heart and captivated my soul.
Such generosity I have in my life
Gifts of such splendour and not too much strife.
So keep on reading until you are done, then share my page with everyone.
Try to be happy in all you do,
Leave some misery to just a few.
remember the Christian that once was a Jew

Ooh Aah

When alls been and done and alls been and said there is nothing as comfortable as laying in bed.

Keeping Fit

Running round, he must keep fit, going to the gym three times a week.

Sit ups, leg ups, bicycles too, swimming in his local baths where the water looks so blue.

he got up at six, ran fifteen miles, observed by the ladies with plenty of smiles.

building up muscles, arms, legs and torso, then ran another ten miles, bum and thighs also.

Georgie played football for his local club, always started was never a sub

mental exercise, challenging games, he competed to heights, putting athletes to shame.

different targets every day, always high and never the same

keeping fit, waging war on the fat

until that day, enough was enough, he fell to the floor and collapsed on the mat

ten minutes later they pronounced him dead, Georgie was gone,.. .. that's the end of that.

Joshua

His hair is long and fair, a delightful child, if just, a tiny bit wild
Intelligent and creative, definitely blessed, he can and does play a fair game of chess
Only small for his age, he'll probably grow, we will see, what does one expect with his family tree
Yet he is the cutest boy he ever could be, quick with he answers if you push him you'll see
He will always give people the time of day, if something else doesn't get in the way.
Love and thoughtfulness makes him so special, So happy to give and share all he's got
one day he'll grow to be a Pilot, a Copper or a Programming Techno or maybe not.
whatever he is, it doesn't matter to his dad, mum or me, so long as he grows to be happy

I hope that I'm around when that time comes, to join in the praise of my lovely grandson.

monster

Monsters all around

Giants are all around, it was frightening the first time I went outside

my Father said "don't fear, just stay to the side and  keep well clear" 

yet they are so big, and have killed so many, although in my family they haven't killed any

for we are as wise as they come, I soon learnt not to walk in the middle of the thundering hum. 

a noise so loud, so scary too, ugly great beasts marching together

some with machines, making a sound so powerful. going on forever
killing millions as they go, crushing all in their path, friend and foe

we are a working race, we work quickly without any haste
not disturbing a single thing, we just work hard and quietly sing
carrying and fetching to pay tax to the queen, hardly heard and hardly seen
so why is it these beasts go killing?, our population must be dwindling
they stomp along in their things called shah - hoo's
well that's what my mother calls them, she said "it's in the news"

if only we could be big, like some great beasts
awful monsters, we would have a feast
crunching and munching and lunching on their bones
we wouldn't even hear the sound of their moans
because we'd be to large hearing their cries
their noise, their grumble or their sighs
oh, i wish I was as big as an ele - f - fant
instead of being a tiny little ant.

Fascism has no passion ism

Isolated in subsequent division
Departed from a torturous history
Guilty of a murderous past
The whole world knew, it could not last
A perfect earth is what they sought
A spotless race speaking Flemish
Without any blemish.
White hair with sky blue eyes
Hearts as cold as the clearest ice
No colour, no race,
no creed could exceed
No homosexuals, no Jews
No religion that one could choose
Almighty power, Germanic scripture
National socialism was its picture
Not the socialism of sharing wealth
Neither a socialism good for your health.
Hitlers youth, brain washed swallowers, not joyous, loyal loving followers
SS soldiers spiteful, violent officers
Murderous thieves, a fearful nation
Scared to display signs of passion
Togetherness should be display of love,
bringing people in with a gentle hug
Supporting the poor feeding the needy
Not murdering right wing and seedy
Love every woman and man
be as happy as you can
Jew' Muslim or Greek
Search for god in all you seek.
Love your children, go and show it, Hold them near, try not to blow it.
Away with hate, crush evil pride
Jesus loves you no need to boast
Spread the love from city to coast.
Help those in need and give them your time.
A gentle push not a forceful line.
master or servant, worker or boss
Jew or Christian, atheist or black
Share with thought and not turn your back. let it happen again at your peril
No striped pyjamas for an old lady named beryl.

Lucie Lou

He was beaten black and blue and didn't know what to do
He wandered everyday his mind was split in two
The next move to make is a mystery to a few
to walk round the park again and forget about Lucie Lou
At home was a father, drunk and in a rage
in Boston was a beautiful girl of a similar age
To leave all his friends, the life he'd grown up with
or to be with his love in town, at a place called Mist
Birds in the air flying all around just like his mind that was spinning in a cloud
He walked way into night, an owl hooted above, so scared of going home to a father that could not love
That was fifty years ago to this very day
Peter started wandering and wandering he'd stay.
People often ask the wardens what's that old man do.
They say he just wanders round the park searching for Lucie Lou.