What lyrics are you listening to now? (pt2)

[rollinder]

Your words were boots Joe, boots in Lewisham
When black and white and yellow riot put down the Nazi scum,
And in Trafalgar Square in ninety-one
When the fury of our rainbow class put Thatcher on the run
Your words were firing like a gun Joe, firing like a gun.

I heard your booming words echo
Through the streets of Prague-
when we shut the World Bank down
And you were roaring vengeance in Genoa
when we had to fight through gas
and bullets just to hold our ground
And when the many-headed future met in Florence
Everyone knew your name Joe
Your songs were all around.-

And when the threw me in a cell Joe
I sang straight to hell Joe
And when they stood me up in court Joe
I hummed the Brixton guns Joe

Oh Joe! when you got up to sing
It was a fist in a copper's face
It was a pitchfork in a landlord's neck
It was a bullet in a contra's gut
It was an arrow in the eye of a general
It was a kick in the balls for the rich.
It was everything good Joe
It was everything good

And when us Zombies and us Rastas
and us Punks and Workers win
You will be singing in our blood Joe
You will be dancing like speed in our veins

 

[rollinder]

While you were out
spreading the gospel
according to whatever
yoy believed in at the time
Her Majesty's axeman cameth
and closed the hospital
The birthplace
of our bonny baby son


Yesterday they took away
our bus stop
Today they'll try and take
our happy home
Tomorrow I'll be burned as a witch
for playing punk rock
You picked a fine time
to leave me on my own

I know
that what you don't know
doesn't hurt you
And the only time
you get homesick's
when you're home
But while you were out
our whole future was in doubt
So get your finger out
and phone

Please phone

While joyriders filmed by Sky
ram and raid and drink and drive
Homicidal passers by
leave unattended bags
outside our home
While you were out
our whole future was in doubt
You better get your finger out
PHONE!

It's simple
lift the receiver,
listen for the dialing tone
when you here that dialing tone
pick a number, any number,
my number, dial that number
SPEAK TO ME!

Please phone

 

[rollinder]

Sky west and crooked
Twisted and as strange as fuck
Outside the bookies
window shopping for a change of luck
With love in our hearts
we've got it in spades

Sky west and crooked
you could have been the talk of the the town
But the whole place stayed speechless
your upbringing brought you down
With love in our hearts
we've got it in spades

If we club together
with all the diamonds we've saved
We could look to our hearts and say
we've got it in spades

Sky west and crooked
so your whole life has been a catastrophy
But don't kill yourself stupid
this ain't the dead poets' society
And with love in our hearts
we've got it in spades

If we club together
with all the diamonds we've saved
We could look to our hearts and say
we've got it in spades

 

[rollinder]

the high street shops are boarded up
an' the terrace it is fenced in
see-through shields are walled across
the way that you came in
but there's no need to get excited

as the lorries bring the bacon in
'cos the housewives are all singing
groovy times are here again

they discovered one black saturday
that mobs don't march they run
so you can excuse the nervous triggerman
just this once for jumping the gun
as they were picking up the dead
out of the broken glass
yes it's number one, the radio said

groovy times groovy times groovy times

hey groovy

the intake is on the uptake
the acceleration's pretty grim
i can remember his first appearance
now look what's happened to him
so they put him in a dog suit
like from 1964
the king of early evening tv
groovy times forever more

groovy times

 

[Roadkill]

This is the hour when the city turns blue
This is the time of the lost and found
They loose the nutters in the Underground
Everything's far and nothing is true
When the streets don't feel like a neutral zone
Or the stranger's eye like a neutral glance
The very next step might blow your chance
Of finding your way home alone

(Look sharp)
It's like an opening door
(Look sharp)
It's what we came here for
(Look sharp)
You never know what the wind may blow

And your life's like the voice in the room upstairs
Raised to someone you never hear
You can try and try, it never comes clear
Are you saying or swearing your prayers?
But the eyes are wide that were shut for shame
Dogs in their backyards jump up and bark
Hull and Halifax wake in the dark
Like someone was calling their name

(Look sharp)
It's like an opening door
(Look sharp)
It's what we came here for
(Look sharp)
You never know what the wind may blow

This is the hour when the city turns blue
This is the time of the lost and found
There's no saviours hanging around
Keeping a watch over you
There's words on the wall and a stinking lift
I hold my breath to the fourteenth floor
Empty-handed I knock at your door
My empty hands are my gift

(Look sharp)
It's like an opening door
(Look sharp)
It's what we came here for
(Look sharp)
You never know what the wind may blow
You never know what the wind may blow

 

[northernhord]

Ten percent of the land
Is the hand that pulls the strings
Be the privileged few (to have to own to hold)
Power over the people yes yes
Power over people
Be the privileged few to have to own to hold

Money property assets before lives
Green gestures of a dying planet
An endless debate only too late
An appetite for glutony

The only way is up the only way is up
But when you are up you have to try and stay there
So you stamp and cheat on people

Champagne breakfasts rewards for the killing
And a fast waist bulging
Indulging, in what you call good living
But most of all there is too much fat on your heart - pig
A lifestyle of cholesterol
Cross collateralized cholesterol
Saving what's left from profit margin
For what?
I'll tell you what for
For some irrelevant conscience easing charity - Why?
Just to justify! Just to justify!

Look at this utopia
A society based on solid foundations
Educate our children - educate them well
To feather the nest and fuck the rest
Yes yes feather thenest and fuck the rest

The waste expands
As your waist expands
While others stand at the back of the queue
I mean you

Still the same old security
For your creature comforts
Exchanging the hours of your life
For the cash you've already spent
Eating rubbish so you can pay the rent
Table wine once a week if you'relucky
In comparison

Privatise the people's lives
Be part of the company (or fade!)
The appliance of science to privatise their lives
Water is our business
Electricity is our business
Gas is our business
Lives are our business
Business is our business

Your money - my time
Your stinking industrial bathwater - my wine
Imbalance induces hate
How will you fill the gap
Between the endless buffet
And the scraps of food I have
I feel hate I feel hate
I feel hate I feel hate
Don't be afraid to show your hate, hate!

You just treat me like a commodity
You didn't know I couldn't even afford to feed my family
I just want to kill
I just want to take a gun
And put it to your head
And pull the trigger

 

[Rollem]

you i have found, i hope you'll always be around
and though nothing lasts forever, say you'll always be my pleasure
you i have found, i hope you'll always be around
and if everything lasts forever, say you'll always be my pleasure

i feel fantastic, you make me feel majestic
your sweet fantastic,
your love is hypnotizing
your love, is mesmerizing

deep in my heart, i'm going right back to the start
and if everything lasts forever, say you'll always be my pleasure
what ever you turn your hand to, when ever you follow your heart
when ever you turn the heat on, kick start to my heart

i feel fantastic, you make me feel majestic
your sweet fantastic,
your love is hypnotizing
your love, is mesmerizing

i feel fantastic, you make me feel majestic
your sweet fantastic, your love is hypnotizing
your love, is mesmerizing

 

[dodgepot]

"t minus 10, 9, 8 - oh fuck it!"

 

[Rollem]

"t minus 10, 9, 8 - oh fuck it!"

If you can play on the fiddle
How's about a British jig and reel?
Speaking King's English in quotation
As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze
In the generation
Clear as winter ice
This is your paradise

There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to hell boys

Y'wanna join in a [Chorus]
Of the Amerasian blues?
When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City
Kiddie say papa papa papa papa-san take me home
See me got photo photo
Photograph of you
Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid.
It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice.

Straight to hell
Oh Papa-san
Please take me home
Oh Papa-san
Everybody they wanna go home
So Mamma-san says

You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?
In Parkland International
Hah! Junkiedom U.S.A.
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
and rat poison
The volatile Molatov says-

Pssst...
Hey chico we got a message for ya...
Vamos vamos muchacho
From alphabet city all the way A to Z, dead, head

Go straight to hell

Can you really cough it up loud and strong
The immigrants
They wanna sing all night long
It could be anywhere
Most likely could be any frontier
Any hemisphere
No man's land and there ain't no asylum here
King Solomon he never lived round here

Go straight to hell boys

 

[ShiftyBagLady]

I've seen love go by my door
It's never been this close before
Never been so easy or so slow.
Been shooting in the dark too long
When somethin's not right it's wrong
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.

Dragon clouds so high above
I've only known careless love,
It's always hit me from below.
This time around it's more correct
Right on target, so direct,
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.

Purple clover, Queen Anne lace,
Crimson hair across your face,
You could make me cry if you don't know.
Can't remember what I was thinkin' of
You might be spoilin' me too much, love,
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.

Flowers on the hillside, bloomin' crazy,
Crickets talkin' back and forth in rhyme,
Blue river runnin' slow and lazy,
I could stay with you forever
And never realize the time.

Situations have ended sad,
Relationships have all been bad.
Mine've been like Verlaine's and Rimbaud.
But there's no way I can compare
All those scenes to this affair,
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.

Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm doin',
Stayin' far behind without you.
Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm sayin',
Yer gonna make me give myself a good talkin' to.

I'll look for you in old Honolulu,
San Francisco, Ashtabula,
Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know.
But I'll see you in the sky above,
In the tall grass, in the ones I love,
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.

 

[rollinder]

Everybody's looking for last gang in town
You better watch out for they're all comin' around

The sport of today is exciting
The in crowd are into infighting
When some punk sees some rock-olla
It's rock and roll all over
In every street and every station
Kids fight like different nations
And it's brawn against brain
And it's knife against chain
But it's all young blood
Flowing down the drain

The Crops hit the Stiffs
An' the Spikes whipped the Quiffs
They're all looking 'round

For the last gang in town

Meanwhile down in black town
Those old soul rebels are haingin' around
An' when some punk come alooking for sound
Rastaferi goes to ground
The white heart flipped his pocket dipped
'Cos a black sharp knife never slips
And they never say to one antoher
That tomorrow we might kill our brothers

Down from the edge of London
The rockabily rebels came
From another edge of London
Skinhead gangs call out their name
But not the Zydeco kids
From the high rise
Though they can't be recognized
When you hear a cajun fiddle
Then you're nearly in the middle
Of the last gang in town

 

[isitme]

Pass me a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental drift
One whiff of Pow U gets my Divine stiff
Brick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock
I used to run up and pick, a crab lock
Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip
Uptown, BOO-DOOP, now we back on your ass
Incognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle
Dick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetal
Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs
Spit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King
Merciless Meng, point the killa bee sting
ring DINGS, right through your head BING
Snap the wing off of bats, my battleaxe tongue hacks tracks
Once the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks
Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarette
while your man search the internet for +Bob Digitech in Stereo+
Crazy as Shapiro
Multiply myself ten times standin next to zero
And snap my fingers like the Fonz
and bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde
dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair
Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair
Stomach fat as a pancake for her man's sake
Used to fuck her when she menestraute
but it made her hyperventilate

 

[lights.out.london]

Now, when the day goes to sleep and the full moon looks
The night is so black that the darkness cooks
Don't you come creepin' around - makin' me do things I don't want to

Can't believe that you need my love so bad
Come sneakin' around tryin' to drive me mad
Bustin' in on my dreams - making me see things I don't wanna see

break:

'Cause you're da Green Manalishi with the two prong crown
All my tryin' is up - all your bringin' is down
Just taking my love then slippin' away
Leavin' me here just tryin' to keep from following you

 

[Virginia Plain]

Love me, love me, love me, love me,
say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind,
and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind

You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me, all things to me
Don't you know you're life, itself!

Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures of the wind,
and wild is the wind

Wild is the wind

Wild is the wind

Wild is the wind

wild is the wind

 

[rollinder]

Well maybe Mister alcohol
has booted up your chin
I find it leads to hospital
and informing the next of kin
But trying to get your own back
should never win anyway
Why don't you change your tack, Jack, and hear me when I say

Sweet Sweet Revenge
She carries a bitter sting
You go around believing in her
But she won't bring a thing

Well, I can well remember
My cool days back at school yeah yeah
You hit him, he hits you back
Well, that is all the rules
So my days were occupied yeah
By vendetta all the time
And any stain upon the floor
the blood was always mine

Sweet Sweet Revenge
She carries a bitter sting
You go around believing in her
But she won't bring a thing

 

[pengaleng]

Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence causes silence
Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it’s not me
It’s not my family
In your head, in your head
They are fightin’!
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head
They are cryin!

In your head! In your head!
Zombie! Zombie! Zombie,hey,hey,hey!
What’s in your head, in your head?
Zombie! Zombie! Zombie hey,hey,hey,oh dou, dou, dou,dou dou...

Another mother’s breaking
Heart is taken over.
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken.
It’s the same old theme
Since 1916!
In your head, in your head
They’re still fightin’!
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head!
They are dyin’!

In your head! In your head!
Zombie! Zombie! Zombie,hey, hey,hey
What’s in your head, in your head?
Zombie! Zombie! Zombie hey, hey, hey, hey,oh, oh, oh, oh,oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a!

 

[Firky]

cranberries are shit, dude.

 

[pengaleng]

nah man they are alright if yer into the IRA

 

[Idaho]

Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter

I don't care how much money I gotta spend
Got to get back to baby again
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter

Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn't live without me no more
Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back
To my baby once-a more
Anyway, yeah!

Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter

Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn't live without me no more
Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back
To my baby once-a more
Anyway, yeah!

Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter

 

[Firky]

I'll stab you in the eye, yo,
With a fucking biro
The same fucking biro you just used to sign your giro,
You fucking wino
Don't fucking cross my line, yo,
I'll hit you so hard your arse will hit the floor in Cairo.
I know
How to take your life and make you die, yo, so watch your fucking step and where you place your fucking eyes bro.
I fight loads,
Heavy though I look like a light load, I bite bro. I wont sink my teeth into you twice but thrice, bro
It ain't nice, bro like when you got lice bro. I'm ice cold, like a mother fucking ice pole. Don't make me tell you twice bro.
Live-o, I'm live-o,
Sideshow, I'm phsyco
Bad, but not in the same way as Michael
I'm archetypal
Shameless like that guy from Grand Disciple's.
Hi all.
My names Ben like Nigel.
I'm sick enough to start
Shit and hit hard like I spit bars pick up a dart and stab you in your eyeball.
When I ride mics I ride them on my lonesome,
The best thing since sliced bread my lyrics them are wholesome.
I don't need no-one else when I rap
Taking up room on my track, if they ain't good to me.

That's no good to me,
I don't no need nobody.
(That's no good to me.)
Don't need no-one
That's no good to me.
That's no good to me,
I don't no need nobody.
(That's no good to me.)
Don't need no-one
That's no good to me.

I'll never stop rhyming, like
I aint the silent type.
I'm the violent type
With a vicious bite like Iron Mike's.
Fuck the Isle of Wight - could never live the quiet life,
I'm too used to drunken nights that end in fights and ultraviolet lights.
So pass me a glass of ice and fill it up with liquor,
Make sure you make it a double so I get drunk quicker.
Only drink spirits, don't give a fuck about my liver;
The only reason I don't drink pints is 'cause I'm trying to watch my figure.
I'm an angry little man with a
Plan who just don't give a damn, pissed at God 'cause he won't make my dick bigger.
Am I real or am I just a thick wigger?
Fuck what you think, I'll still smoke you like a cigger'.
Watch cats cotch back, cock back, pull the trigger,
Trigger,
Pow!
I'm too sick to give a
Shit about mans who want to see me down and out man.
I'm stirring up bare shit without a doubt man.
I'm representing rap like it's supposed to be:
Spit bars so harsh you can't cope with me.
That's how its supposed to be.
You can't cope with B.

That's no good to me,
I don't no need nobody.
(That's no good to me.)
Don't need no-one
That's no good to me.
That's no good to me,
I don't no need nobody.
(That's no good to me.)
Don't need no-one
That's no good to me.
(That's no good to me.)

I'm real sick of hearing these pricks talk shit, just 'cause they roll with a clique, think they won't get their throats slit. I make blood drip,
Every lyric I spit
Leaving MCs deader than the skin on my dick.
(Oh shit!)
That's why I laugh when they start talking out their arse bout how this phase will pass: quote 'Plan B will never last.'
That's why I chuckle when they get signed then they buckle, 'cause they cant take the pressure never the less I still laugh.
Believe I ain't no quitter, nor would I be bitter if my label dropped me I'd just go on sicker, change my name to Kunt
With a capital K, like kids today I'll just spray abuse in your fucking face like a fat kid who's had no lunch. Throw a punch, make your nose crunch and your lip bust so blood shines off your lips boss, like you were wearing lip glos. I shit not.
I'm a one man clan, one man band, just gi'mme one mic and one mic stand, one guitar for me to strum with my right hand.
The same right hand that'll pick up a knife and start to slice mans,
Make them die a painful death such as a slow one, 'cause I don't need no-one
(That's no good to me.)
And that's the way of it,
Although I'm only spraying shit just for the sake of saying it
So you know I don't play and shit.
I'm thinking dark thoughts everyday and shit.
Now what's my fucking name?

Da da da ding da da da ding ding ding my name's Plan B and I rap 'n' sing sing sing.
Da da da ding da da da ding ding ding my name's Plan B and I rap 'n' sing sing sing.
Da da da ding da da da ding ding ding my name's Plan B and I rap 'n' sing sing sing.
Da da da ding da da da ding ding ding my name's Plan B.

Yeah, no good.
That's no good to me,
I don't no need nobody.
(That's no good to me.)
Don't need no-one
That's no good to me.
(That's no good to me.)
That's no good to me,
I don't no need nobody.
(That's no good to me.)
Don't need no-one
That's no good to me.
(That's no good to me.)
That's no good to me,
I don't no need nobody.
Don't need no-one
That's no good to me.That's no good to me,
I don't no need nobody.
Don't need no-one
That's no good to me​

 

[Sasaferrato]

Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter

I don't care how much money I gotta spend
Got to get back to baby again
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter

Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn't live without me no more
Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back
To my baby once-a more
Anyway, yeah!

Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter

Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn't live without me no more
Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back
To my baby once-a more
Anyway, yeah!

Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter

I loved that when it was first released. The Boxtops IIRC.

 

[Sasaferrato]

Opening Introduction (Spoken part)

And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
And behold a white horse

Song

There's a man going around taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the throne
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around

Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

In measured hundred weight and penney pound
When the Man comes around.

Close (Spoken part)
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.

 

[rollinder]

i'm living up in Canada, and i'm Canadian
Scottish Canadian with opportunity
i could have been a manager of a brewery
making beer for everyone but most of all for me
my father was a soda jerk, my mom an office clerk
but neither one of those was good enough for me
i could have moved into the hill, and ran a few stills
and made a fortune selling hooch beyond the law

pour decisions, a punk musician just ain't as cute at 53

i used to be a lumberjack, and i'm ok with that
i wore suspenders, little panties, and a bra
i used to be a socialist, a sort of communist
now i'm a pessimist and i don't care at all
i could have been a minister, a holy predator
a man of faith you really wouldn't want to meet
perhaps a Scientologist, just as a hobbyist
and start a cult that's turning people into sheep

pour decisions, a punk musician just ain't as cute at 53
i have forsaken money makin'
yeah, you still wish you were me

 

[felixthecat]

Together again my tears have stopped falling
The long lonely nights are now at an end
The key to my heart you hold in your hand
But nothing else matters cause we're together again

Together again the grey skies are gone
You're back in my arms right where you belong
The love that we knew is living again
And nothing else matters cause we're together again

Together again my tears have stopped falling
The long lonely nights are now at an end
The love that we knew is living again
And nothing else matters now we're together again
No nothing else matters now we're together again

 

[rollinder]

There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of ecstacy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

He ruled the Russian land and never mind the Czar
But the kasachok he danced really wunderbar
In all affairs of state he was the man to please
But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze
For the queen he was no wheeler dealer
Though she'd heard the things he'd done
She believed he was a holy healer
Who would heal her son

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

(Spoken
But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger
for power became known to more and more people,
the demands to do something about this outrageous
man became louder and louder.

"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies
But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"
No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms
Then one night some men of higher standing
Set a trap, they're not to blame
"Come to visit us" they kept demanding
And he really came

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his wine
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
He drank it all and he said "I feel fine"

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They didn't quit, they wanted his head
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead

 

[snackhead]

River song -Bebel Gilberto

Na branca espuma do mar
Que deixei meu coração se dar
Só resta a intenção de se deixar deixar

Vou te levar numa onda de paixão
Não vou parar
Nunca prá pensar

Sonho com o vento
Que não sopra mais
Gotas de um momento
Que não conta mais
E a chuva na montanha
E o rio que vai pro mar

Na branca espuma do mar
Que deixei meu coração se dar
Só resta a intenção de se deixar deixar

Vou te buscar de uma sombra de pura paixão
Não vou parar
Nunca de te amar

Brilha a luz do orvalho
Que nunca partiu
Como este rio
Que não se decidiu
Se é rio da montanha
Se é rio que vai pro mar

Sonho com o vento
Que não sopra mais
Gotas de um momento
Que não conta mais
Se é chuva na montanha
Se é rio que vai pro mar

De toda a correnteza
Que tudo vai levar
Vai levar

Rio que vai pro mar, vai levar...

 

[soulman]

They're telling you to do it,
Grow up and tow the line,
They tell you if you do it,
Everything will turn out fine.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, what a wonderful life,
God, queen, country, colour telly, car and wife.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, what a wonderful life,
God, queen, country, colour telly, car and wife.
It's great if you can do it, it doesn't take a lot,
Just means you must destroy what sensitivity you've got.
Well, that's an easy bargain for the things you're going to get,
You can treat the wife like shit, own a car, a telly set.
Slip off in the evenings for a little on the sly,
And if the wife complains, fuck her first, then black her eye.
There's lots of worthwhile jobs for the lad who wants to know,
Lorry driving's fun, you're always on the go.
One hand on the wheel, the other up some cunt,
Or jerking off to Penthouse with with motorway up front.
The police force offers chances for a bright intelligent lad,
To interfere with anyone cos they're there just to be had.
It offers quite a range for aggression and for spite,
To take out your frustrations in a justifiable light.
It's a mans' life in the army, good pay and lots of fun,
You can stab them with your bayonet, fuck them with your gun.
Look smart in your uniform, that always pulls the skirt,
Then when you've fucked them good and proper, tell them they're just dirt.

Cos man is spelt big M.A.N. it's the letters of the law.
Man is spelt big M.A.N. that's who the law is for.

You see there's lots of chances in this land of hope and glory,
Try and make your own rules, that's a different story.
If you're a man, you'd better act like one,
Develope your muscles, use your prick like a gun.
Fuck anything that moves, but never pay the price,
Steal, fuck, slaughter, that's their advice.
Are you man enough? Ask the posters on the walls,
Have you got what it takes? Guts and balls?
Keep your myth of manhood, it's been going on too long,
A history of slaughter is the proof that it is wrong.

Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.
Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.
Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.
Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.
Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.
Big man, J.O.K.E.
Big man, what a fucking joke.

 

[19sixtysix]

Leftfield's leftism. No large paragraphs required. Chill folks!

 

[soulman]

Roll up, roll up, to the land of dreams.
We weave and spin a web of fantasy.
We touch on the pain and fear.....
Then whisk you back to the consumer world.
Touch the surfaces smooth the veneer,
While three-quarters of the world starves.
What do you care?
The glitter continuing to glitter
The tinsel showers and Tinkerbell
Waves the magic wand.
Sell sell buy buy.
You know the name of the game.....

All right Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack sitting on the fence.

They sit on the fence;
Real people stand against
And say they have the best intention,
Just a rip-off trick, it's always hip
To keep in with dissention
And if an arms dealer is the record boss,
The record labels can run'em at a loss.
It's money well spent to control the dross
What they don't break gets bent.... John.

All right Jill sitting on the fence.
All right Jill sitting on the fence.
All right Jill sitting on the fence.
All right Jill sitting on the fence.

The people are fooled by the parasites who mindlessly entertain
And take rich pickings fom the bombed out crowds who've paid to bury their pain
While the clowns in the pantomine don't give a toss
And sing about fucks and fads and loss
Sliding around in a genital froth,
Our world slips down the drain.

That's really really wonderful.
Well off the wall.
That's really really marvellous.
Sitting on the fence.
Really terrific well out to lunch.
That really is a buzz sitting on the fence.

Preening and posing in a life of pretence,
In a cynical mockery of caring,
Well you can't see a turd in a barrel of shit
If that's their idea of sharing.
Yeah peace is in so dump an old track
Buy a little cred with the Greenham pack,
The biz is keen to kill or catch,
As the people scream they're cheering.

All right Jack. All right Jill.
The pen is mighty and looks can kill.
All right Jack. All right Jill.
In one hand a gift in the other a bill.

We've seen their best and we're not impressed,
So lets get priorities straight.
A hamper from Harrods and the patronising gestures
Ain't gonna change the state.
While the people who care are prepared to act,
The pantomine clowns keep the system intact,
Shamming a commitment they so obviously lack.
The love they sing is hate.... fakes.

All right Jack shit on the fence.
All right Jill shit on the fence.
All right Jack shit on the fence.
All right Jack you shit on the fence.

But the fence, the fence, is owned by America.
Sit on the fence, owned by America.
They make no pretence, it's owned by America.
Sitting on the fence, owned by America.

On their side American troopers and bombs
On our side the trash and consumer cons
We've been occupied, culture smashed and betrayed
But the spirit is untouched... look out...

Smash the Mac, smash the Mac,
Smash the Mac, smash the Big Mac.
Smash the Mac, smash the Mac,
Smash the Mac, smash the Big Mac.

Bronco burgers, burnt out brains,
Sterile fat, deadly rain,
Chemical colours, Kentucky creams,
Cut your teeth on American.... dreams

Stickin chicken, American grains.
Licking shittin, American reigns.
Kiddies fit in American trains.
Bombs tick in American.... planes.

Smash the Mac. You're on your back.
Smash the Mac till it won't came back.
Smash the Mac. You're on your back.
Smash the Mac so it won't came back.

American tourist, American free,
Two week tour in our misery.
A good museum but a stinking home.
The natives hang on the rotten.... backbone.

America owns, American wins.
Comes in packets bottles tins.
Blind our eyes, fills our ears
It's been our soul for twenty.... years.

Smash the Mac. American tack.
Smash the Mac, smash the big Mac.
Smash the Mac, make it crack.
Smash the Mac, smash the big Mac.

We stand among your war machines looking for the light
Squaddies grunts and filth sip pepsi-cola wait to fight...

The bricks of our world
That you cover in plastic
Will sail through your plate-glass windows.

E.T. go home...
E.T. go home...

Mickey Mouse fuck off.

 

[rollinder]

As the light hits you,
As you shift along the floor,
I find it hard to place my face.
How did I come to be here, anyway?
It's terribly vague, what's gone before.

I could have been anyone.
You could have been anyone's dream.
Why did you have to choose our moment?
Why did you have to make me feel that?
Why did you make it so unreal?

Oh! To be in love,
And never get out again.
Oh! To be in love,
And never get out again.
Oh! To be in love,
And never get out again.

All the colours look brighter now.
Everything they say seems to sound new.
Slipping into tomorrow too quick,
Yesterday always too good to forget.
Stop the swing of the pendulum! Let us through!

Oh! To be in love,
And never get out again.
Oh! To be in love,
And never get out again.
Oh! To be in love,
And never get out again.

Oh! To be in love,
And never get out again.
Oh! To be in love,
And never get out again.
Oh! To be in love,
And never get out again.