I vent my spleen at the lord
He is abstract and bored — too much milk and honey
Well I’ll waltz through the wilderness with nothing
but a compass and a canteen
Settin’ the scenes
Easy walkin’, border blockin’, transport is arranged

Pavement Transport is arranged

Never fails to amuse me.

Everybody in love, go on put your hands up.

Gets me every time.

I deliberately held off quoting from the JLS oeuvre, DD – I know how much it means to you.

There is power in a factory, power in the land
Power in the hands of a worker
But it all amounts to nothing if together we don’t stand
There is power in a Union

The stoic frowns and knits his brow,
The censor wants to stop us,
The critic hates my guileless prose,
My simple modern opus,
My cheerful, unaffected style,
Is everyman in his humour,
My candid pen narrates his joys,
Refusing to philosophise,
Epicurean, Epicurean, Epicurean, Epicure-ran.

and

I was a teenage stamp collector,
I’d lay on my back and you’d stamp on my face,
And in the towns where I live,
There’s stamp collectors all over the place.

and

I know this will sound a mite uncool,
Please be my wife,
I’ve spent twenty-one years on and of this world,
And you’re the loveliest creature in my life,
I really don’t know what to do,
And all the things you put me through,
There is no sense in going on,

All songs by Cud, the finest lyricisists in the history of Leeds indie bands. Tru genius and all singable at top volume.

Cheers noteeth

the boss:

The screen door slams
Mary’s dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that’s me and I want you only
Don’t turn me home again
I just can’t face myself alone again
Don’t run back inside
darling you know just what I’m here for
So you’re scared and you’re thinking
That maybe we ain’t that young anymore
Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night
You ain’t a beauty, but hey you’re alright
Oh and that’s alright with me

The Jam, 1978

I first felt a fist, and then a kick
I could now smell their breath.
They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs
And too many right wing meetings
My life swam around me
It took a look and drowned me in its own existence
The smell of brown leather
It blended in with the weather
It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth
It blocked all my senses
Couldn’t see, hear, speak any longer

And I’m down in the tube station at midnight

So gravity came
And stole the temple that the schoolboys praised
And the crowd shuffled in
You’re getting drinks for the same boys
Who once bought you everything
And the powder on the bar was just this one time
The powder on the bar was just this one night
Only to get by

More or less anything by the Gaslight Anthem is pretty dang good

Just a little pin prick.
There’ll be no more, aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh,
But you may feel a little sick.

Probably more because of the delivery of the words, but for me it is always a ‘turn it up’ moment.

Where once were men are now but sheep
– a fiction and far cry
From planet earth’s proud animal
– who would be you and I.
Alas, our forebears drank the cup of poisoned alibi
And made excuses far and wide,
and made God in the sky.

This boogaloo’s now round the world
– bad trips for everyone.
No more the man of paradise
or the Celt of Albion.
They queue like burning moths to spread the all-time vicious lie.
You christians destroyed our tribe
– I’ll fight you till I die.

And you can cut me down for what I said
But goodness lives where God is dead.

The history of religion is the history of the State
Incestuous exploiters of a catalogue of hate.
The man of peace was over-run by armies of the “Lord”
Who signed their names to any war
and sang to praise the sword.

The mission heads for outer space
the voices ring and swell
With aeons of self-righteousness
the senseless echoes knell

The words get much more meaningless
– even plainer to tell
That those who would pronounce this God
are those who make this hell.

And you can cut me down for what I said
But goodness lives where God is dead.

Love is the great triumph over Christianity.
She made a fool of silly priests. She mocked authority.
She filled her bed with happiness. She gripped his loins for joy
And felt ecstatic agonies and screamed the sweetest cry.
Her children are the legacy of failure to be chained
An everasting mutiny of flowers where it rained.
They rise out of oppression
They speak with one accord.
The fountains breath – the spirit lives –
The future rests assured.

And to say that God is dead presupposes that
he was at some time alive.
Ooooo what a young fool I am.

You’re not sure who you might have been,
Or who you now should be.
Or what you ought to write on walls,
Or why you want to be free.
And then you start to panic ‘cos the inspiration’s there,
But you don’t know how to use it and anyway no one seems to care….

Subhumans, Waste of Breath.

“So i Open my door to my enemies,
and ask could we wipe the slate clean?
They tell me to please go f*ck myself,
sometimes you just cant win.”

Pink Floyd – Lost for Words (The Division Bell)

the boss:

The screen door slams
Mary’s dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that’s me and I want you only
Don’t turn me home again
I just can’t face myself alone again
Don’t run back inside
darling you know just what I’m here for
So you’re scared and you’re thinking
That maybe we ain’t that young anymore
Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night
You ain’t a beauty, but hey you’re alright
Oh and that’s alright with me

This. And about a million songs by Mr Springsteen.

Mine would probably be:

We want a band that plays loud and hard every night
And doesn’t care how many people are counted at the door
That would travel one million miles
and ask for nothing but a plate of food and a place to rest

They’d strike chords that cut like a knife
It’d mean so much more than a t-shirt or a ticket stub
They would stop at nothing short of a massacre
And everyone would leave with the memory there was no place else in the world
And this was where they always belonged

And we would dance like no one was watching
With one fist in the air
Our arenas just basements
and bookstores across an underground America
With this fire we could light
With this fire we could (light)

Just gimme a scene where the music is free
And the beer is not the life of the party
And there’s no need to shit talk or impress
‘Cause honesty and emotion are not looked down upon

And every promise that’s made and bragged
is meant if not kept
We’d do it all because we have to, not because we know why
Beyond a gender, race, and class,
we could find what really holds us back

Let’s make everybody sing
That they are the beginning and ending of everything
And we are stronger than everything they taught us that we should fear
-Reinventing Axl Rose by Against Me!

Jeff Buckley- Lover, you should have come over

Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i’m too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you’re on my mind so you never know

Broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he’s done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one

So i’ll wait for you and i’ll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn

Oh lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

It’s never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It’s never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It’s never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It’s never over, she’s the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Well maybe i’m just too young
To keep good love from going wrong

Oh… lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late

Well I feel too young to hold on
And i’m much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i’ve done
Sweet lover, you should’ve come over
Oh, love well i’m waiting for you

Lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late

All bow down to the lyrical genius of the Macc Lads

Well – She wore big knickers and she worked on’t sewage farm.
Got my hands down her jeans and I nearly lost half my arm.
But after ten pints, she looked quite fit,
Couldn’t wait to get my hands on her flabby tits.
Sweaty Betty Sweaty Betty.

Well I said Slap that and ride the ripples, just got to get my gob round her greasy nipples.

Flabby arse, sweaty breasts, thirty eight chins, she was a mound of flesh.

Sweaty Betty, she eats a lot of pies,
Sweaty Betty, she’s got enormous thighs,
Sweaty Betty, have you smelled her breath?
Sweaty Betty, she’d crush a man to death.

An’ I knew that she wanted me to shag her, so I stabbed her **** with my mutton dagger.

I couldn’t believe the size of her bum,
She used to play for Wigan at the back of the scrum.
Sweaty Betty Sweaty Betty Sweaty Betty Sweaty Betty
I’ve seen nowt like it since the day I was born,
But you know me, I’ll shag owt that’s warm.

Sweaty Betty, she eats a lot of chips,
Sweaty Betty, she’s got massive tits,
Sweaty Betty, she’s got a huge vagina,
Sweaty Betty, you’d fit a bus inside her,

She’s so obscene, three tons of margarine,
She’s like a lump of lard
She makes my willy hard.

Mine eyes have seen the glory,of the sacred wonderkind,
You took me behind,a disused railway line,
You said I know a place where we can go,
Where we are not known,
And you gave me something that I won’t forget too soon.

(The Smith – You’ve got everything now)

Or,

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

(Pink Floyd – Wish you were here)

Oh and,

Lawnmower Death – Sumo Rabbit And His Inescapable Trap Of Doom

When Sumo Rabbit was let out of his hutch,
You couldn’t believe a rabbit looked to butch,
His muscles ripped, there is death within his eyes,
Other forms of life are things he does despise.
Sumo Rabbit goes to nightclubs to kick some trendy ass,
Thye drinks Nuclear Brown so he can have the glass,
Then without a warning, he crushes it in his paw,
Then without a flicker, he’ll stuff it in your jaw.
Then he goes to a food-bar to hassle the ****’ owner,
He starts by telling others that they are all?
Then he has some food but won’t pay lot the bill,
THen to top the lot he goes inh for the kill.
Sumo
Into the fighting ring to everyone’s surprise,
Sumo throws a rabbit turd between his opponent’s eyes,
With a crash and an ear-splitting squeek,
For his opponent it’s the end of the ****’ week.

Cafe bars, idiots and pigeons;
There’s far too many in this town.
Me and the Ombudsman, we’re gonna do what we can,
When the evening sun goes down.

Half Man Half Biscuit.

Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Well, we bursted out of class
Had to get away from those fools
We learned more from a 3-minute record, baby
Than we ever learned in school
Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say you’re tired and you just want to close your eyes
And follow your dreams down

Bruce, No Surrender

“if your so special then why arent you dead” The Breeders

The time I think More clearly, The time I drift away,
Is on the bus-ride that meanders up these valleys of green and grey,
I get to think what might have been and what may yet come true,
and I get to pass the rainy mile thinking of you,
and all the while, all the while, I still hear that call,
to the land of gold and poison that beckons to us all.

Son I’m thirty.
I only went with your mother cos she’s dirty.
And I don’t have a decent bone in me.
What you get is just what you see

hey up my love i’ve got a suggestion
Hey up my love I have got an erection
Hey up my love do you want a meat injection
Your eyes are beautiful brown
Get your knickers down

And I did all that from memory: oops:

Went to see them as a yoof 17 ish and was amazed that the crowd took them seriously and it was like a BNP march without the peaceful vibes sacred me shittless at the gig and never listened to them since… it was a girl wot got me into them.

Arctic Monkeys Mardy Bum

Well now then Mardy Bum
I’ve seen your frown
And it’s like looking down the barrel of a gun
And it goes off
And out come all these words
Oh there’s a very pleasant side to you
A side I much prefer
It’s one that laughs and jokes around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen
Yeah, to get things off the ground
And it was all up, up and away
Oh, but it’s right hard to remember, yeah
On a day like today when you’re all argumentative
And you’ve got the face on

Well now then Mardy Bum
Oh I’m in trouble again, aren’t I
I thought as much
Cause you turned over there
Pulling that silent disappointment face
The one that I can’t bear

Squeeze Up the Junction

This morning at four fifty
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another

And now she’s two years older
Her mother’s with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelly

Imagine the future
Wake up with a scream
I was buying some feelings
From a vending machine
Say that I will see
Something more than I have
There’s something inside of me
Crying out for something else
And if someone hears my scream
Put it in a letter to me
Slippery slidey road down

The fun never stops round these parts 🙂

The time I think More clearly, The time I drift away,
Is on the bus-ride that meanders up these valleys of green and grey,
I get to think what might have been and what may yet come true,
and I get to pass the rainy mile thinking of you,
and all the while, all the while, I still hear that call,
to the land of gold and poison that beckons to us all.

Yorkshireman?
Can’t believe I was beaten to it 8)

I’ve got a bike, you can ride it if you like.
It’s got a basket, a bell that rings and things to make it look good.
I’d give it to you if I could but I borrowed it.

Bike – Pink Floyd 1967

Like a pig pulling a cartload of sausages, i’m drawing my own conclusions. (Julian Cope)

Darling, show me a place where the paint is made that colours the world, where the light is created that makes shine the splendour of the dawn, the lines and shapes of all form, the sound that fills the orbit. Show me the thought that illuminates the darkness of the void.
(Julian Cope – Jellypop Perky Jean)

I saw teenage girls like gaudy moths
A classrooms shabby butterflies
Flirt in the glow of stranded telephone boxes;
Planning white lace weddings from smeared hearts and token proclamations,
Rolled from stolen lipsticks across the razored webs of glass
Sharing cigarettes with experience
With her giggling jealous confidantes,
She faithfully traces his name
With quick bitten fingernails
Through the tears of condensation
That’ll cry through the night
As the glancing headlights of the last bus
Kiss adolescence goodbye

I saw an x-ray of a girl passing gas.

Butthole Surfers.

Lime and limpid green
a second scene,
A fight between the blue
you once knew.
Floating down the sound resounds
Around the icy waters underground
Jupiter and Saturn
Oberon Miranda and Titania
Neptune Titan
Stars can frighten

Blinding signs flap flicker flicker flicker
Blam pow pow
Stairway scare Dan Dare,who’s there?

Lime and limpid green
The sound surrounds the icy waters under
Lime and limpid green
The sound surrounds the icy waters
Underground

Pink Floyd, ‘Astronomy Domine’.

I can’t remember anything
Can’t tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel the scream
This terrible silence stops it there

Now that the war is through with me
I’m waking up, I cannot see
That there’s not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god, help me

Back in the womb it’s much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can’t look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I’ll live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god, wake me

Now the world is gone I’m just one
Oh god, help me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god, help me

Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

Landmines has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell

Metallica; ‘One’.

Moving like a tortoise
Full of rigor-mortis

NWA – Express yourself

People stare and cross the road from me
And jungle drums they all clear the way for me
Can you read my mind, can you see in the snow
And fiery demons all dance when you walk through that door
Don’t say you’re easy on me, you’re about as easy as a nuclear war
There’s a dream that strings the road
With broken glass for us to hold
And I cut so far before I have to say

The scouse rawness of Paul McCartney in ‘For No One’ singing ‘you won’t forget her’

Binners + 100000000000000000000000000
Mrs toys19 is called Betty and this is her, brings a tear to my eye every time, shoulda had this at my wedding.

No-one’s ever going to talk down to me again
No-one’s ever going to patronise me again
Going to get out of this town,
Steal myself a crown,
Gonna get back all the bastards who ever tried
To put me down

“There must be some kinda way out of here”
Said the joker to the thief
“There’s too much confusion
I can’t get no relief”

“Businessmen, they, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth”, hey

“No reason to get excited”
The thief, he kindly spoke
“There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke”

“But you and I, we’ve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late”, hey

Hey

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too

Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower

I plant the kind of kiss
That wouldn’t wake a baby
On the self same face
The lie wouldn’t let me sleep
And the street is singing with my feet
And dawn gives me a shadow I know to be taller
All down to you, dear
Everything has changed

My sorry name
Has made it to graffiti
I was looking for
Someone to complete me
Not anymore, dear.
Everything has changed

You make the moon a mirrorball
The streets an empty stage
The city’s sirens, violins
Everything has changed

So lift off love
All down to you, dear
And lift off love
All down to you, dear

And we took the town to town last night
We kissed like we invented it
And now I know what every step is for
To lead me to your door
Know that while you sleep
Everything has changed

You make the moon a mirrorball
The streets an empty stage
The city’s sirens, violins
Everything has changed.
Everything has changed.
Everything has changed

And they played it when we went to see them, just so beautiful

Right, own up: which one of you lot has nicked my Piper at the Gates of Dawn CD? Hmm?

I want it back asap or there’ll be trouble, mark my words… 😡