Wake up in the morning
The sun is shining bright
Open the curtains
To let in the cool white light
Light a cigarette
Draw in the wispy smoke
Wake up from the darkness of your mind
Open your eyes, let your body unwind
Memories of old make them hard to find
Your new ones will be of the same kind
Something wrong, something right
You wake up sweating
In the middle of the night
Something strange, something new
Change of mind
Or a change of view?
Tag: lyrics
The Latest Trend – 9th January 1986
Fashionable clothes for trendy whores
Big business money-making clothes stores
Hit the right button, out comes a magazine
To keep you up to date on the fashion scene
Is this the right colour? No, it’s the wrong shade
Business and profit’s the way of the world
Can it and will it ever be cured
While people’s suffering is still ignored?
“Have you got a shirt that’s made from tweed?
A new fur coat is what I really need
To go with the underpants I’ve already bought
I don’t like your long-johns, they’re much too short”
You live – and see – people’s – agony
But is this – the right shade – of – burgundy?
Is this the right colour? No, it’s the wrong shade
Business and profit’s the way of the world
Life ruled by fashion and not thinking
Or common sense, a wardrobe full of
Clothes that have only been worn once
Cos the following week they’re out of date
The only reason for existence, being seen
As the necessity to impress other people
And stay ahead in fashion
Emotion and sanity reduced to scant levels
Due to incessant worry of not being able
To better the superficial and cosmetic
Standards set by equally narrow-minded
Trendy fashionable individuals
I refuse to feel guilt, embarrassment
Or inferiority just because my clothes
Aren’t baggy enough or the wrong
Shade of burgundy
But that’s the way of the world
18th Apr 2025 – Writing this out now, I can guess that I was very inspired by Jello Biafra and the Dead Kennedys
Double-O-Egg – 2nd December 1985
My parents scream, but I never listen
Just get into those lysergic emanations
They get me up when I’m feeling down
Now the dog’s whining with the shock of sound
The turntables whizzing, it’s starting to fry
All the plants in the garden are starting to die
The law came round to inspect our home
We got barbed wire fences, we’re a danger zone
Turn on the vibes, I love that sound
I just I scream I leap around
You’re a rock ‘n’ roll junkie the doctor confessed
Certified insane, you should be under arrest
Hey man, can’t stop that buzzing in my head
The police tell me our neighbours are dead
My ears are bleeding as I stamp on the floor
My mum’s OD’d, she couldn’t take any more
The first track’s finished, the next has begun
Never knew music could be such fun
People outside run past, hands to their ears
Dad’s downstairs and he’s close to tears
Whirlwind – 18th November 1985
In a whirlwind of psychotic dreams
Comes the echo of sadistic screams
Dancing through the stars too far away to see
Floating ever onward in anxiety
You’ve buried your problems – deep inside your head
Keep your eyes closed – and scream in dread
Clasp your hands tight – you have sinned
You’ll be consumed – in a whirlwind
Travelling through the blue and into the red
Your skin is itching and beginning to shed
Let us pray, for you have sinned
Let us dance into the whirlwind
Into the vortex, your body falls
Dropping away towards your master’s calls
whistling around your body, dirty coils of dust
Now you are in doubt about your master’s trust
You’ve burning the problem – deep inside your head
You’ve cut the strings – but this is final thread
Hold yourself tight – you have sinned
But you can free yourself – from the whirlwind
Under The Sun – 1st September 1985
Under the sun, I watch everyone
I see that fun that’s going on
I see the time-wasters hanging on
Waiting for something that just won’t come
Under the sun, I see the young
Waiting for the moon to come
Hoping the sun will just move on
So they can have their fun
Under the sun, in a cloudless sky
The earth is now parched and dry
I take a glance at the passers-by
But he’s got the sun in his eye
Under the sun, I watch the decay
Eating the earth away
Under the sun, I sweat away
Under the sun, another day
Generate – 4th July 1985
Another born as another dies
Another laughs as another cries
Another sees as another’s blind
Another forward as another behind
Generate
Your son is born and your mother dies
Which way to turn as tears fill your eyes?
Your daughter laughs as the baby boy cries
Which way to turn as tears fill your eyes?
Generate
Your children see but your husband is blind
Which way to turn, what will you find?
Will you step forward with your children behind?
Which way to turn, what will you find?
Generate
Plugged In – 25th June 1985
Back from work, through the door
Wife and kids are there for sure
Dinners wafting thru’ the hall
Turning off……forget it all
Kiss from kids, ‘hi’ from wife
Dinner’s ready, this is the life
All is eaten, everything gone
Sit down, plug in……..telly’s on
Tea in hand, refreshing drink
Eyes on the box can’t afford to blink
Sit back and relax, without a care
Turning off……let down your hair
Nodding off to the background blur
Resistance weakened, you won’t stir
But a monster jumps right out of the screen
Waking up, fuck……it was only a dream
Telly’s still on, watch if for a bit
Someone dead, couldn’t give a shit
It’s more than you deserve you fucking creep
Keep up the payments….. and go back to sleep
Yesterday – 10th June 1985
Yesterday my friend hung herself
She wanted the life of someone else
Lost in a world without any hope
She saw the future and couldn’t cope
That was yesterday
She left a note by her bed
Describing the thoughts in her head
‘Mother, everything’s falling apart
Please look on this as a new start”
That was yesterday
Yesterday I thought she was fine
I understood that she wanted time
But today is there any more?
What does the future hold in store?
Sharp End First – 9th May 1985
Will they teach you how to sell yourself?
Or can you do it anyway?
Will you listen to anything that’s said?
Have you got anything to say?
Questions, questions
What’s it all about?
Is there any answer
To our doubt?
Will you learn to suck up to yourself?
Are you scared of our words?
Can you hear what you are saying?
Is there something to be heard?
Questions, questions
Always in doubt
The meaning of life
What’s it all about?
Can you accept the morals of now?
Can you accept the moment?
Are you spending time wasting away?
Do you remember the time you spent?
15th Sep 2024 – This ended up as a Hate That Smile lyric which can be heard here with my straining 22-year-old voice struggling to find a tune.
