Wednesday, 29 June 2016

The Westminster Bubble


I voted to RemaIn in the EU. Mostly because I do not trust this domestic democracy. When the Tony Blair Conservative government ushered in the new millennium to strains of "It Can Only Get Better"I knew we were all pretty screwed as the one thing you know about politicians is that they mostly tell you the opposite of the truth. The more I heard that bloody song the more I was sure it could only get worse.

As our flawed democracy stripped more and more real choice from our hands the more I retreated from the voting charade - I did not want their blood on my hands. I did not want to validate their outrageous claims of "MANDATE" as they dragged the country again, and again, in to war.

But then this referendum came about, and although the EU is obviously flawed, I could not countenance anything that put yet more power into the hands of The Odious Tories. So I joined in and I voted to RemaIn.

It was a typical campaign of lies, and we lost.

But here in the aftermath I am heartened. All around me I see people galvanised by real issues, real concerns. I hear meaningful politics discussed on the streets and in the workplace. Where before there was only the irritating crackle of party faithful selling lies and deceit NOW I hear normal folk impassioned. Where before our choice was to align ourselves with one pack of blockheads or another, now we are demanding the blockhead Politicians align themselves with US. As it should be.

The story of Jeremy Corbyn's leadership of the Labour Party right now demonstrates how insular the MP system has become. How we have lived with an MP elite serving themselves and each other in opposition to the populace. At last we have a chance prick the westminster bubble. Let that be the positive outcome of the referndum...
  




The Westminster Bubble

The Westminster bubble is ready for lancing
People are talking with some already chanting
We've shouldered your shit, your austerity cuts
For we have a pride we can withstand times that are tough

The Westminster bubble is ready for popping
Like proverbial flies your lies they are dropping
For decades we've watched you all asset stripping
Bemused by your greed not fooled by your tongue tripping

The Westminster bubble is ready for slicing
Think tanks are sinking now the people are rising
Masquerades and charades may have defined who you are
But we were not fooled we were just working too hard

You've leant on our pride, our strength and our guts
We've allowed you to steal for envy ain't us
But now we are chanting "enough is enough"
And it's the Westminster bubble's time to be crushed
Don't underestimate the power of us
It's the Westminster bubble's time to be crushed

Thursday, 26 January 2012

Zombie Eyes

A-Tick tock, turn off the box
A-Tick-tick tock, you’re looking lost
A-Tick tock, turn off the box
A-Tick tick tick tick, tick tick tick,
Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes
Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes
Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes
She sure has got, Zombie-eyes

I think that I’m, a-doing fine
I am Just, out-side my mind
I think that I, am A-okay
Kickin’ about, most of the day.

You may just, even realise
Far from dead-I’m, very-much alive
You may even, be surprised
To see I’ve got those, zombie eyes

Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes
Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes
Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes
She sure has got, Zombie-eyes

I think that it-could, work o-kay
I fall apart when, ever-you’re away
I don’t think that, I need a life
When I see your, Zombie eyes!

Zombie, Zombie,
Zombie, Zombie,
Zombie, Zombie,
Zombie-eyes

Wednesday, 25 January 2012

You're Unbelievable

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got
Got to get off, executive drugs
I’ve been wholly credit crunched
I can’t keep up with, the magic dust.

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got
Every morning, I make love
You may think I’m a cupid stunt
But I worn my knob, to a twelve inch stump

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got
A barrel of beer just isn’t enough
I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got
Every day I plot to kill my boss
I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got

Tell the truth my teachers preached
And life will treat you, “Oh, so sweet”
Never heard such amazing tosh
So I veneer my life with a sheen of gloss

Little, inconsequential me
You might call them worthless lies
I call them my,
Disguise

You may hate the daylight

You may hate the daylight,
When-it rains You may think that
your home town is strange
You may not believe, that
there’s a place inside my heart,
for a town called nowhere

We may rush in head-strong
Without thought, We may make an
historical mistake
We may not con+sider
the lives of next-door neighbours
in a place called nowhere

               (I know not what path
others take…

but-I’ve been a different person
I’ve been in other worlds than this – you know
It’s what it means to me

To be some act-real person
To be some-one who knows which – way to go

It’s just a show

…give me death
or  lib-er-ty)

I will try to contact
You one day, I’ll even say
there is some other way
even though we’re parted
I will always come back -
to a town called nowhere

Monday, 23 January 2012

Whatever happened to Baby Jade?

Three-fourteen AM - stop the press
Jade Goody admits she is dead

‘Family would like privacy.’
It seems a little late to ask
Goody's body was placed in the back of an estate car and driven away.
Surely the best in UGC
Plastination not withstanding

She died on Mother’s Day, aw shucks
This second coming This
perfect people’s princess prasad
This lady dies
Not with laughing but with screaming
I hope, in my heart
One less bullying
Big fat momma

The Word of God

Got no messiahs / Om my mind,
No prophets predicting / The flow of time,
No father, Son, nor Holy Ghost
Got no sacrificial goat.
Words are made by
The noises we utter
From each to each
And each to the other
And others are made
By the touch of a lover
And lovers are made
In the sibilant whisper
Of words that twist and slip - And slither.

Got no miracles / Down my street
No forbidden apples / Fall at my feet
No Adam & Eve, nor Cain & Able
No parables, hymns, nor fables.

Words are stated visions, given
Life by air we breath
Be they first, or be they last,
they’re
Nothing but our dreams…
You can grab ‘em
You can pack ‘em
You can wrap ‘em
You can have ‘em
You can need ‘em
You can heed ‘em
You can take ‘em
You can leave ‘em

Got no kingdom come / To go to
No subway ticket / To Hell’s inferno,
No paradise to reward the strife
No Virgin-Mary-Bloody-Wife

And dreams do not become
Reality
On the wings of some great
Prayer,
For prayers are nought but
Visions stated in the stale and
Stagnant
Air, that is words.
You can grab ‘em
You can pack ‘em
You can wrap ‘em
You can have ‘em
You can need ‘em
You can heed ‘em
You can take ‘em
You can leave ‘em
You can lose ‘em
You can smooth ‘em
You can move ‘em
You can groove ‘em
You can pick ‘em
You can clip ‘em
You can miss ‘em
You can hiss ‘em
You can hug ‘em
You can love ‘em
You can suck ‘em
You can…

Got no herein-therafter / Got no earthly-holy father
No touch of god, nor sense of sin / Just this space, that I stand in,
& Here I stand, or here I fall,
& That is that for
that is all.

Winners

When Stockton wins the lottery / Hooray Hooray
We’ll have another building for free / Hooray Hooray
All the men will work, for a week or two
And then you know
what they’re gonna do
They’ll be pissing on the
Likes of me and you
When the lottery comes to town.

They’ll get the royals to open it up / Hooray Hooray
And we should not believe our luck / Hooray Hooray
We’ll have our own monstrosity / On the corner of
 Prince Regent’s street
It’ll gleam, n it’ll sheen / n it’ll be real neat
When the lottery comes to town.

The queen will make a speech to us / Hooray, hooray
Her loyal subjects under foot / Hooray, Hooray
My husband and I couldn’t give a fuck
About your lives, / n how it’s tough
Your far too dirty n covered up in muck
You don’t speak my language, do you dears, you sound too rough
These doors, all shiny, will be staying firmly shut
For what’s inside is far too good
For people with your kind of luck
And by royal decree, this shrine is reserved for we
               When the lottery comes to town.

They act as if it’s understood / Hooray, Hooray
They can twist and turn our neighbourhood / Hooray, Hooray
It may not seem like very much / But we call it home
N we love it as such
So stop tearing all our favourite buildings down
               Don’t let the lottery fuck with your town.