A man born of concentration
Is now a victim of your extermination
Atrocities of ages past
You can have your revenge at last
Find a scapegoat, say ‘he’s the one’
Your court of law can’t be wrong
The trial seemed fair to you
And to a hundred thousand other Jews
Now you can exercise your right
To exterminate another life
Category: 1988
David’s Tale – 9th April 1988
Sad but true is David’s tale
The winds did change when he set sail
See him now his face is pale
Watch the conqueror start to fail
Through seventy days of pain and toil
Never in sight of a comfortable soil
The seas they did begin to boil
The monsters came to claim their spoil
So here ends David’s song
To which no epitaph can belong
Mothballs – 8th April 1988
Six million moths jumping round the room
Gotta get rid of them and pretty soon
Shout in desperation and mother calls
“Here, why don’t you try these mothballs?”
Mice and Elephants – 7th April 1988
Sorry if I trod on your toes
Whatever you say sometimes goes
Compatible? More like comparable
To mice and elephants
Sorry if I broke your nose
We may be just ebbs and flows
I should’ve guessed, I suppose
This Place To Live – 6th April 1988
Streets lit by the dull neon glow
Houses upon houses, row upon row
And the occupiers, where do they go?
They must know something I don’t know
And the grass is green here
And the flowers are alive
But this place to live
Is just the place to die
That clean air is so carbon-filled
Now this monument had overspilled
Choking to death on the dirt and dust
The fabric of your society has started to rust
Colours of monotony crumble and fade
In this dirty squalor, you have made
The dark clouds rumble on so grey
Hanging over you until your debts are paid
Alone – 5th April 1988
Something strange, not quite at home
But not out there and not on the phone
The sound of something quiet, like seeds being sown
The surreal serenity of being on your own
No loneliness can compare to being alone
Four Letter Word – 4th April 1988
Down on your luck
Trying to make a buck
The dirt just turns to muck
So you walked in front of a truck
Shit….
Runt – 2nd April 1988
You were the runt of the litter
And that made you feel bitter
You hit your mum to upset her
And that made you feel better
Six Of One – 31st March 1988
If you’ve seen one
You’ve seen them all
I saw you high
Then I saw you fall
Eight and four is twelve
According to your mother
But you’re six of one
Half a dozen of the other
Hinge – 29th March 1988
I heard you whinge, whinge, whinge
You look like you’re on the fringe
You’re just about to unhinge
See you in the surfy water
Every day another daughter
Take them to a bloody slaughter
12th Dec 2021 – I’m sure I wasn’t the first but I’m happy to say I rhymed daughter and slaughter before Iron Maiden.
In 1995, after moving to the Central Coast, New South Wales, Australia I got involved with PCR-FM and did a radio show there which I called Unhinged and my name was The Hinge. Most times I played music I was into, other times I did noise sets (sometimes with collaborators), utilising the vacuum cleaner stored at the station.
It’s kinda odd to think about how quickly I made things happen in Australia. Australia was very lethargic in comparison with England so it was to my advantage in some ways. I took every opportunity to get on and do things and get involved. It took me many years to slow down a little.
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