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| Illegal Songs Second Golden Age of Protest A second golden age of protest, acoustic revolution time The folks and the business are going to listen, where there is darkness I will shine Woody killed Fascists with his guitar, Donovan was sweet but not so sure Melanie and Joni they got personal, I don't know what happened to that Bobby D Oh, it was a long time ago Oh, some people never let go Oh, here I stand, sorting out the world again I hear righteous cries of voices, crying for justice in the past And if 1965 is the last year of your music's life.retrospectives pickled in wine / whine Some will say the President is evil, say it straight and artlessly Most still say that their sweet baby left them, she's well out of it it seems to me Oh, you can sense it I see Oh, need a leader? - That's me Oh, no-one's keener to clean up the government My how I cry for your vagina, but I can't listen to your song Seems you sell yourself to ego, fame or some man's wealth Surely there must be something you have to say? The boys I don't pay them much attention, it's my loss I'm sure that's true While they're out choosing moisturiser, what's a miserable twat to do? Oh, I been led well astray Oh, I got lost on my way Oh, now it's my mission - to stiffen up the hippy girls - and that's all Glorification of Terrorism Terrorism is glorious, terrorism is great Let's all be terrorists before it's too late Before it's unfashionable, before its passé Everybody make some commuter pate There's never a reason, don't excuse the just bad There are no just causes, just the plain mad So fly 'em from Prestwick, the civilised way Translove Airways - run by the CIA Strip 'em and beat 'em and ship 'em out east It's not really torture when you're fighting the beast - for liberty And the whole world running from liberty Ring that bell The whole world crying for liberty Ring that bell Seems it's illegal just talking like me The authoritarians have taken over the asylum it seems A police state for safety or a criminal gang Spot the difference before you all hang The woman's got hand cream, that man's got a beard We don't like the cut of his jib he looks weird So raid and detain and shoot 7 times No questions or judges or juries or trials - for liberty And the free world running from liberty Ring that bell The whole world crying for liberty Ring that bell So terrorism is glorious, terrorism is great Terrorists founded the United States Now who can I glorify? Who can I praise? To get put away for at least 90 days I give you a lawbreaker, I glorify a man I give you a terrorist, that Mandela man - for liberty And the free world running from liberty Ring that bell The whole world crying for liberty Ring that bell The free world, drunken on bigotry Ring that bell The free world, crack down on liberty All is well Let's Make Love I met a girl the other night, we both seemed keen She was a little more than just 17, if you know what I mean We talked for a while I took a gamble, said she was the girl of my dreams So she asked me for a DNA sample, I introduced her to my legal team Let's make love together if the government says OK Let's make love together when the consent forms are stamped and filed away Test the smoke alarm and you can light the candles If the health and safety rules are obeyed Pay with plastic, remove all elastic, the restaurant might not be insured Take me home and do it to me baby, yeah lay lady, lay Check my ID and I'll start the risk assessment If the condom tests stand up OK Let's make love together if terms can be agreed Let's make love together if your contract lawyer and briefs are up to speed Just to check you're not carrying explosives, sharp objects or animals or fruit Fines to pay if I see my sperm on ebay, or your underwear or birthday suit Be mine if you pass the breathalyser and the health tests indicate rude Get insured to shoot or sue your suitor if consent has been misconstrued Let's make love together if the state can be appeased Let's make love together if work mates and families agree Let's make love together if the government says OK Let's make love together as our personal freedom slips and slides away Incitement to Religious Hatred I hate your religion and all you believe You're bad and dangerous, the world is naïve To think it's OK to let you survive Your role should be victim, thrown out of the hive Your books and your buildings your graves and your schemes Should be dug up or buried or burned, not believed Your customs and habits, the food that you eat Shall be cast from the hillsides and labelled obscene Hate them all, kill them all Your leaders and followers, interpreters and seers Dress, customs, language, hung up by the ears Your religion is a weirdo, a slut, whore and dog But I quite like them, so perhaps not The towers and the bowers and the temples and spires Should be crushed into rubble and sunk in the mire The scents and the candles and houses and piles Dissolved in the spit from a million smiles Hate them all, kill them all Hate them all, kill them all Eat all their children and scoop out their brains Torture and scare them, pour their blood down the drains Beat them and kill them and boil them in oil Incitement to religious hatred is my all in all If you want specifics if you think I'm being coy Of whom am I talking? Who winds up this boy? It's as simple as ABC, as easy as pie It's that Great Giant Pixie that lives in the sky Hate them all, kill them all Hate them all, kill them all Pause for reflection Through all of this nonsense, the thing that strikes wrong Is this God needs protection from me and my song The law is a donkey, a pig snake or ass We must all be polite and we must be glad Hey - all of those people who died for free speech Tell them we're selling it - dirt cheap Pray For Recession A double latte frappaccino lite, with Marino cherry shot In frosted glass, on ice A cranberry and brie panini with butternut squash mousse And seared dill reduction - and rocket And everyone in this city is sure of city certainties and cash We all need our 80K and bonuses and holidays, no less I pray for recession, for slow down Put these people on the dole I pray for recession, for slow down, melt down I find it good for the soul And down on the waterfront, watch the prices tumble into 'affordable' The rise again of rag and bone, repair or borrow not to own, at last A pedicure and sun-shower facial, a detox fruit juice irrigation hot But not too hot A decking spare room pond extension, with stressed patio artwork In granite And down from the coloured cat, the dancers staff the laundrette for me Me, I will live mouth to hand, I'll kill the ABBA tribute bands for money I pray for recession, for slow down Put these people on the dole I pray for recession, for slow down, melt down I find it good for the soul I pray for retribution, redistribution, class war - my opinion has never been polled I pray for the downturn, green turn, less waste, less greed, less rich Let them have their turn - its only fair I pray for recession - so there Valentine's Day I don't do Valentine's Day And all those multiples of 365 Don't mean that much to me I don't do flowers and cards Left on a window ledge to bend and starve And remind myself of me I don't do jewellery The chains and bracelets And the rings that bind But I could love you, I could love you, I could love you I don't do weddings with balloons And broken vintage cars on wet afternoons You say I could do this for you But each time I do a little piece of me dies And there's all too little of me Yeah I can do pompous and po-faced In un-relaxed you know I specialise But I could love you, I could love you, I could love you I don't do Valentine's Day My Desire I nurse my desire as I sign on for hire I know the cure is cool thinking I burst my desire as I clean out the fryer It keeps my world from collapsing And I know that you don't notice me And I know that my time's nearly free And I know you don't care what I do And there's no-one here to take away - my desire I curse my desire from waist height or higher To save my soul from shrinking Sweet Mary Jane in a cheap burger chain She flew in from the 60's And I know that you don't notice me And I know that my time's nearly free And I know you don't care what I do And there's no-one here to take away - my desire I keep my stars inactive The Dog Ate My Song Hey miss, the dog ate my song And all that was left then was this Hey sir, God made me old And little was left when the meaning drained away The lies of life The tide of time We fuck it up between us Hey miss, don't take the piss Spit and Sellotape reveal the inherent weakness Of my work in progress The lies of life The tide of time We fuck it up between us So yeah, the dog ate my head And the bowl it was cleaned out of meaning Were you here? Left of Centre My colleagues and I are the good guys, proud to represent you We need your money to do those good things, to make life better for you But now somehow you don't seem to like us, but we really haven't turned away from you We still believe in those principles, we're left of centre through and through We're left of centre in a nuclear powered kind of way We're left of centre in a cut down the dole kind of way We're left of centre in a privatisation kind of way We're left of centre in a lock 'em all up kind of way We're left of centre in an increasing inequality kind of way We're left of centre in a crack down on the poor kind of way We're left of centre in a sucking up to billionaires kind of way We're left of centre with consultants at £1,000 a day But we only pay ourselves what we think right, just a few multiples of yours We let in some women and some dark skins, from private schools of all sorts We are the patriot modernisers, we believe in queens and wigs and fur I can do my job so much better if I do several others first We're left of centre in a knighting your friends kind of way We're left of centre in an off shore tax kind of way We're left of centre in a corporate sponsored kind of way We're left of centre in a tabloid crawling kind of way We're left of centre in a DNA test kind of way We're left of centre in a prove you're Brits kind of way We're left of centre in a finger printed kind of way We're left of centre in a where's your ID boy kind of way Searching for peace in a nuclear escalation kind of way Modern democracy in a tagged like pets kind of way Protect your freedom in an iris scanned kind of way Open government in an official secrets kind of way Civil libertarians in a CC camera kind of way Freedom of information in an exempt from the law kind of way We're left of centre in a top up fees kind of way We're left of centre in a no wealth tax kind of way We're left of centre in a keep 'em poor kind of way We're left of centre in a sleazy arms deal kind of way We're left of centre in a covering up bribery kind of way We're left of centre in a banning demonstrations kind of way We're left of centre in a supporting torture kind of way We're left of centre in an illegal war kind of way We're left of centre in a right-wing authoritarian kind of way Economics Economic growth is the answer Redistribution of wealth is a crime Technology will come up with an answer Before the world soufflés and dies Everyone can 4 by 4 freely Everyone can own the road home Everyone can live in the country And speak to their videophones So turn out the Amazon basin There's a tin of corned beef as a prize Concrete the South East of England Give the Cockneys a surprise Why take your power from the sunshine? When you can make a big hole in the ground Why eat your fill for your dinner When you can eat till you're 14 miles wide No puncture for the economic cycle No rain on the stock market stalls Let's hope the weather holds for the arms fayre 'Cause we all love injustice and war And the last tree that stood on Easter Island Was cut down by a modern hero The man that killed the last of the dodos Was a guru of sustainable growth Stalker Boy You've obviously lost my address and phone number And mobile and e-mail, my Mum's house and pager And all those other ways you could get in touch Stalker boy wants you and stalker boy needs you Stalker boy can help and stalker boy pleads with you I just wanted to know where you lived and who your friends are And which bus you catch and where you buy your clothes And where you go, when the night time's cold Stalker boy's not evil he'll even let you leave When he's sung his song in your bedroom My uncle was strange, my mother was unstable My father died, I was brought up in a stable Like all those other guys who were not quite right Stalker boy's not evil he's just a ball of semen Bowling his way to your top drawer I've got DVD and mobile, super 8 and high 8 Instamatic web cam on 3D TVs And I know you're Polaroid, of my tie-pin mic Stalker boy wants you and stalker boy needs you Stalker boy can help and stalker boy pleads with you Running Down the Clock I love her when she's got good skin I love her when she's clean I love her when she's not been in Pleading, taking, tripping, falling down Crashing, wasting, smoking, burning down She's running down the clock, climbing up the rain Looking for a cloud to take her weight And when her weight goes down And she starts coming round, I find her Fingers, scratching, down the window pane Falling, freezing, crying like the rain And she's got zero taste in men Like all the girls I've known I loved her 'cause she's got no sense Pleading, taking, tripping, falling down Crashing, wasting, smoking, burning down She's running down the clock, climbing up the rain Looking for a cloud to take her weight And when her weight goes down And she starts coming round, I find her Fingers, scratching, down the window pane Falling, freezing, crying like the rain The feral children, left with wolves again You Win If you were dead, I could sleep with all your friends I'd come alive, let freedom live and faithful die Say hey, you, what you going to do? What you going to do when all this stuff comes back on you? I walk a line, somewhere between the earth and sky I trip a wire, somewhere between lust and liar Say shout, out, it won't work out Boys and girls can't come together never doubt Hey you win, you win, you win, you win I take it all back never meant to say I take it all back never meant to say I'm not to blame, biology just blows my brain Lit a flame, a kiss is a kiss in the monsoon rain Say hey, you, what you going to do? What you going to do when all this stuff comes back on you Hey you win, you win, you win, you win Hey you win, hey you win I take it all back never meant to say For every boy who ever said a word If ever girls could ever hear the boys If ever we could filter out the noise Next to You I, had better not get drunk Sat next to you Sat next to you I, had better not open up Sat next to you Sat next to you I, had better not spill the beans Better not get obscene Better not tell the truth I, had better not get mixed up in you Better not sit next to you at all |
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| Faithlessnessless - The Debut John Parkes Album Album Lyrics 1. Goodbye Ms Jones Hello, you dress like a birthday cake Gold hair, cascades like a firework When I was seventeen I never saw you You were learning to type and learning driving Me, me well I was up in my mind Dreaming of a life with no-one driving Hello, we're gathered together under the weather Lover, come with me and we'll hang together We whirl round in a thousand cafes Cow-cowed down by a million governments She-she sheep appear in wolfs clothing Talking of a life with no-one driving But you could be any woman I could be any man So goodbye Ms Jones I'll see you in a while when importance strikes you out Goodbye Ms Jones I'll dream of God and love while you dream of cars clubs and clothes Hello, you dress like a birthday cake Gold hair, cascades like a firework When I was seventeen I never saw you You were learning to type and learning driving Me, me well I was up in my mind Dreaming of a life with no-one driving So goodbye Ms Jones Goodbye Ms Jones Goodbye Ms Jones 2. Cigarette You were my cigarette I never liked to leave the house without you You were my cigarette I could spend hours alone with you I'd like to take you out, unwrap you and get my mouth around you You were my cigarette - and I guess, I loved you But life burned away And somehow got shorter And my hot cigarette Somehow got bigger, and less cool, and more smelly - and way more expensive So you're still my cigarette You are slowly and silently killing me Yeah you're still my cigarette Sometimes I could just burn you down I will not shop for furniture And I know, that you don't do that kind of sex Yeah you're still my cigarette And I guess - I'm going to have to give you up  Download This Track For FREE!!! 3. This Tonight That kiss, does it mean goodnight? That look, does it say goodbye? Those lips, are they cool like a friend? Or are those come to bed eyes? Who are you? A friend of a friend of a friend? Who am I? A child of a child of a child? That call, did it come from a friend? This knot, is it all in my mind? You're going to have to spell it out 'Cause my judgement dissolved in the wine Who are we? Two people afloat on what's free? Or could this be, a symptom of moral disease? Just tonight, I am with you for life This tonight, I have only desire to give you Are there things you've always wanted to say? I'm so perceptive in reading your mind Or am I a fantasist, fit to drown In my own libidinous slime? Who are you? A friend of a friend of a friend Where am I? In fear of a fear of a fear? Just tonight, I am with you for life This tonight, I have only desire to give you Just tonight, I am with you for life This tonight, I have only desire to give you 4.To Go Round We've got to justify the CCTV And the private security on the private streets Got to do something for the satellites to see And there aren't enough paedophiles to go round There aren't enough paedophiles to go round Bring on vigilante and nosy neighbour Electronic tagging, curfew and behaviour order Instant fine, polygraph test and banning order And there aren't enough paedophiles to go round There aren't enough paedophiles to go round I owe it to the Home Secretary They got to crack down so they need me Got to at least go on a killing spree 'Cause there aren't enough bogie men to go around There aren't enough bogie men to go around Everybody loves someone to hate And every government needs a goat to scape They need my iris, prints and DNA With my licence plates on a national but privatised database If you've done nothing you've got nothing to fear But watch out - cause there aren't enough paedophiles to go round There aren't enough paedophiles to go round You owe it to the daily Mail To the shareholders of the private jails Everybody get out there and kill a child 'Cause there aren't enough paedophiles to go round There aren't enough terrorists to go round There aren't enough dole benefit tourists to go round There aren't enough out of control 12 year olds committing one youth crime waves terrorising pensioners on a council estate in the North East of England To go round Download This Track For FREE!!!! 5. Hippy Father I wish that you were just a little more wild When you are eighty years old, you might think of now 7. Goldfish I’m a goldfish in a plastic bag 8. Move On I’m gonna move on 9. Politics Met a strange old man the other day 10. The Gail Porters I go out shopping for things I never knew I needed 11. Darkness Sadness, takes me down that slide again |
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