Tag: poem

Badhead – 24th October 1987

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Badass motherfuckers
Skating on the sidewalk
Rad thru the precinct
Smashing up the billboards

Ride til you die
And skate for your life
Crashed out
Wheels split either side

Badhead, motherfucker
Badhead, shoot that sucker
Badhead, riding high
Badhead, watch you fly

17th Oct 2025 – I wasn’t really a part of skate culture and no one in our village had a skateboard, preferring BMXs and then motorbikes. Skateboards didn’t make much sense for fun or for transport. I did learn of its connection to punk through The Stupids and some other US bands. I seemed to understand that it was cool and rebellious without particularly knowing why. At least, until a little later when ‘the man’ tried to stop kids skating everywhere.

Deathtrip (Excerpts from Michael Ryan’s Diary) – 12th September 1987

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Watched the movie on the video
I wanna go out and down to skid row
Yeah baby, you bring out the Manson in me
I don’t need your psychiatry

I got sixteen rounds of ammunition
I’m set for my expedition
In my see-through world of pain
Someone’s gonna remember my name

Believe me, you don’t wanna live
You were born to die on my trip
How do I stop the buzzing sound
Maybe the answer lies in the town

I’m getting cold, I need a fire
I’m feeling like a crazy live wire
Let’s find the kids in school
Let them see my real world

Trapped at all directions
I want you in my collection
It’s time to die and I’m next
They’ll remember, and what I left

On August 19, 1987, Michael Ryan embarked on a shooting rampage through his hometown, known as the Hungerford massacre. It was, at the time, the deadliest mass shooting by a single individual in British history and led to major changes in UK firearm laws.

Kill Your Kids – 6th July 1987

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Hate your family, middle aged man
Wanna get out, yeah, family man
Can’t take the pressure, about to explode
Take your gun and start to load

Kill your kids, daughter and son
You wanted to live fast and die young
Now it’s too late, so take revenge
Can’t stand to hear them again

Take a pick axe to their heads
Tie them up in their beds
Cut their limbs off one by one
Now you’re starting to have some fun

Down the pub, have a few beers
In your pocket, your daughter’s ears
Leave your wife to clear the mess
But you know she’s the next

Kill your kids and your wife
You just want the happy life
Free from screams and bad dreams
Not falling apart at the seams

“Man convicted for killing his family
Judge has sympathy
Four kids of his own
Driving him crazy
Two years with good behaviour”

Next day
Thousands of dead children