Pretty good for a beginner
You’re the best, you’re the winner
I don’t fuckin’ care who passed
Schools are a thing that just can’t last
They’re a blast from the past
And I fucked up my mocks
‘Come on boy, pull up your socks’
I ain’t done well, I’ve got ungraded
My chances of employment have been jaded
But I don’t fuckin’ care who passed
Schools are a thing that just can’t last
They’re a blast from the past
Category: 1984
*The Void, Ulterior Motive – Colehill Memorial Hall, Wimborne – 11th August 1984
Blister – 10th August 1984
Blistered and boiled, my body is soiled
Radiation – I got a blister, sister
Hey mister – I got a blister
Battered and burned, my soul has turned
Into a massive pool of bile
Don’t that make you bastards wanna smile?
You’d drop a bomb
When you find someone bad enough to drop it on
Radiation – I got a blister, sister
Hey mister – I got a blister
Hold my hand
Feel it melt down your arm
But don’t panic
I’ll capture you with my radiating charm
Yeah, brothers and sisters
We’re all bloody blisters
Maze – 9th August 1984
Behind that wall
In the middle
Behind the barrier
The answer to the riddle
Sitting in the middle
All the rich farts
Who can afford to
Reach those parts
They’re holding hands
With the smug politicians
Who put on their face
And remember their positions
This is a maze
House Of God – 8th August 1984
The dog is ignoring the cat
The cat is ignoring the house
But the land is lying flat
Apart from a desolate house
Where there is shelter and food
Where if a stranger dares to intrude
He’ll be strung up by the balls
And smashed against the walls
This is the house of god
And no one gives a sod
In the house of god
House of god
God
Crosses – 7th August 1984
Bear that cross on your back oh Lord
Let yourself suffer now the people are getting bored
They’re destroying your sacred cow
Misery?
Is it something you’ve ever felt?
As ten pence goes into the box to fix your propaganda buildings.
19th June 2023 – Never a fan of organised religions.
Fucked – 5th August 1984
Everyone’s fucked or pissed off
And no one thinks why
Is it something to do with you
Or something to do with I?
Why-fucked-why-pissed-why?
Take too much brains for you to think
Or too much water in which to sink
Why-fucked-why-pissed-why?
Shakespeare – 4th August 1984
Shakespeare only had a way with words
Words worth was Shakespeare’s game
Wordsworth read his early work
And thought it very tame
Words with way a had only Shakespeare
Eraepsekahs is dead anyway
Faces – 3rd August 1984
That face says so much
That face says so little
That face so tough
That face so brittle
That face so circular
That face so square
That face so bald
That face with hair
The magazine says ‘There’s as many different cunts as faces’
Now we have to work out whether we’ve got them in the right places
I’m not a cunt, no one is
A word that you take so plain
Relates you to an object name
If a female is a cunt then I’m a fuckin’ prick
Looking for a place where I can make it stick
19th June 2023 – The magazine article was real but I doubt they used the word cunts.
Tragic – 2nd August 1984
Run down, gunned down, run down, gunned down
It’s on the news, page three girl dead
See all the photos on the centrespread
‘It’s a tragedy’, the headline reads
As the wonderful reader bleeds
It’s very tragic says the man on the news
But I don’t want his views
It was a waste of effort I think
You’ll miss everything if you blink
Run down, gunned down, run down, gunned down
19th June 2023 – Already calling out opinion as news.
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