Walking down the lonely street
Afraid of all the people you’ll meet
Telephone’s ring in an upstairs room
Grey clouds mist over your open wound
The streets are full of foreigners
Faces you don’t understand
Their evil sneers look down on you
You’re on computer scan
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Graffiti Pop Art Heroes – 6th October 1987
Pop art pictures graffitied on the wall
Spray paint politics always on the ball
Now sold out to the popular cause
Plenty of money in painting the walls
Alleykat – 4th October 1987
Fighting for freedom in alleys of tin pan
Dodge or destroy everything you can
Cat amongst pigeons or a boy amongst men?
It’s time to start the shooting again
22nd Oct 2021 – Fatty and I would play this game for hours on end on my old Commodore 64, stoned, drunk or sober.
Deathtrip (Excerpts from Michael Ryan’s Diary) – 12th September 1987
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
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
Wheel In Motion – 27th June 1987
This fire’s burning – crazy inside me
Flames licking my very souls
Since I started running from it
Just can’t seem to keep control
Forever, ever spinning round and round
Can’t get my feet to touch the ground
Just waiting for a positive notion
To stop this wheel in motion
This cruel and heartless life I lead
Is shaking me in my boots
No possession and always temptation
Dividing my from my roots
A fall from grace, a raging wind
Blowing my curtains wide open
Look through the window of my mind
Take a ride, why don’t you come inside?
Wheel spinning forever and on again
Endless path of endless lies and no open gates
Can’t stand still for the reaper’s fear
I know for me that heaven waits
Funky Things – 6th June 1987
I sit at home and watch TV
I try and count to three
I read a book yesterday
I fell asleep halfway
Try and think of things to do
Try and think of things to be
The doctor says to eat an apple
And I just watch TV
I like to count telephone rings
Sometimes I don’t like anything
I eat lots of strawberry ice cream
Something is not what it seems (but I forget)
I count the lampposts in my street
Ten funky things on my feet
I watch sand drying on the beach
I ate something which just didn’t agree
Forced Collision – 19th May 1987
Forced collision, slow reaction
Driving home, your automation
Try and grab my attention
Tell me about new sensation
Forced collision, slow incision
Deadly strike, made with precision
Impending force, imposing action
Try and get me satisfaction
Burning down the valley streams
Can even see it in my dreams
Dream Torture – 8th May 1987

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