I’m tired of the apathy that divides our race
I’m tired of our country, I’m tired of this place
I’m tired of the media denying truth for lies
I’m tired of seeing through your eyes
I’m tired and it makes me so ill
I’m tired of everything
I’m tired of people who laugh at others
I’m tired of cheating our sisters and brothers
I’m tired of sexist remarks behind women’s backs
I’m tired of people making racist cracks
I’m tired of wars and widows they leave behind
I’m tired of the sex sex sex that people have in mind
I’m tired of leaders telling us what to do
I’m tired of everything and I’m tired of you
Author: shaun tenzenmen
Australasian DIY music specialist and practising poet, amongst other things
Wouldn’t You Give Her Gold? – 15th December 1984
There she goes all dressed in white
Smiling at you, out of sight
She’s just hoping that you might
Sell the world
She hopes that you all agree
That you like what you see
Still she makes her desperate plea
To sell the world
She has ribbons in her hair
She likes it when you care
She just wants to be there
When you sell the world
The world was never enough
She’s always had it tough
But when the world is sold
But when the world is sold
Wouldn’t you give her gold?
Simeon – 14th December 1984
You’re not with us, you’re somewhere else
You’re living the life of someone else
Simeon – where are you?
Mayday, mayday – come in, please
What’s that Simeon? What did you say?
‘I didn’t say anything, so go away’
Simeon – where are you?
Mayday, mayday – come in, please
Simeon speaks his mind to Mr King
‘No, I’m sorry Sir, it doesn’t mean a thing’
Simeon – where are you?
Mayday, mayday – over and out
Mr Man – 13th December 1984
The guitar-playing hero
Of violin and cello
Had a gun packed away
Only yesterday
Mr Man is out tonight
You’re on his side then you’re all right
He’s got something to prove to you
He’s got something he wants to do
Mr Man, smash the glass
Another time, as the last
Now you’ve finally lost your reign
You always wanted to die in pain
I’m the Mr Man tonight
All For The Hell Of It – 12th December 1984
What the hell? Let’s get going
All these years without ever knowing
This kind of passion is in my growing
All this time without ever showing
All for the hell of it
All for the hell of it
My adrenalin is on an overload
Don’t stop soon, I’m gonna explode
Down In The Dirt – 11th December 1984
The old grow so old so quickly
The children get older even quicker
And the shit we all have to wade through
Is getting even thicker
Fifteen years old, having a good time
You had some nice surprises
Your child was born
Your love became torn
Now you leave your child to her own devices
Catch 22, catching twenty-three
Your daughter is eight, young and wild
You know she’s just like you
Soon she will have her own child
You hate yourself for what you’ve been
Your daughter’s seeing what you’ve seen
You hate yourself and it’s starting to hurt
Your daughter has joined you, down in the dirt
*The Week That Was – 10th December 1984
Record of the week: The Wall – Anthem
12th December 1984
Didn’t go to college but went to Poole. Bought Wall LP for £2. Pretty good.
13th December 1984
Got shit for not going to college. Bloke from YTS came in. Had a good time at Muz’s. Showed Dandy her present.
15th December 1984
Bought 12″ for £1 ‘Identity Parade’. Alright for a quid.
General Society – 10th December 1984
Society: What have we got?
Answer: Not a lot
Death is: All we ever get
They have: No regret
Murder: brutal beating
Starving: Are you eating?
Police: Wrong arm of the law
Fighting: What is it for?
Violence: Will it be war?
Peace: Heard it before?
Breathe: Your final breath
We: Living on death
Never Say Die – 9th December 1984
Grit your teeth, the venom’s there
You’re putting up with things you don’t have to bear
It’s a race to survive but you can do it, friend
Never say die, you’ll get there in the end
Dream Screw Popstar – 8th December 1984
I see you each week on the TV
I’m beginning to love you, I hope you love me
I’m pretty sure it’s not a teenage dream
Cos I’ve never read those magazines
I love you, you are the greatest singer I know
I love you, I hope you never go
I never read those silly magazines
I know he loves me and it’s not a dream
Popstars – creating love and enjoyment
Popstars – creating sadness and disappointment
Popstars – pretend to love all their fans
Popstars – their fans really love them back
I’m sure it’s not a dream this time
Screams drew popstar
Dream screw popstar
