The National Front are on another march A march for freedom in the past ‘Expel the minorities for the master race’ Worship a picture of the Fuhrer’s face
Raise your hands and shout ‘Sieg Heil’ Kick in the blacks in true fascist style Now you’ve got the power in your hands To expel your aliens from across our lands
So your plan goes ahead and all is done No more odd cultures to spoil your fun When then will you persecute? Who’s next in line for you to shoot?
The master race is supposed to be happy and free But something’s wrong and you begin to see That your plan was not such a good idea The people are restless cos their view is clear
Unemployment has fallen and all looks well But vacancies have risen and there’s nothing to sell Who’ll do your shitwork now the labour’s gone? It’s only after the exodus you’ll find that you’re wrong
24th Jul 2024 – Although not particularly eloquent I’m impressed that the 16-year-old me from 40 years ago understood much of the hypocrisy of blaming others for one’s own woes. It is still the same old tired rhetoric. I saw it in the UK at the time, even worse in Australia in the 2000s and once again here in Thailand where the locals bemoan Burmese and Laos workers taking jobs away from locals. The ‘shitwork’ that the locals are not prepared to do for the same money.
They’re winding up the world that’s got too old Flowers destroyed and no earth to hold No precious life for us to grasp Only contaminated air to gasp
Historic monuments will all crumble down Finally destroyed the government and crown All the class barriers finally broke Lying now on the grass to choke
The power struggle has finally closed To my waiting death, I slowly dozed The fright has ended, the shock has gone Now I’m asking you – who has won?
Where are we today? Where do we stand? We see the misery destroying this sweet land What words can describe the endless flow of tears? Who has got the brains to think up new ideas?
When is the end? It’s been in sight for too long Who will be left when the dead are gone? Such questions shouldn’t need to be made But they’re never answered, we’re always betrayed
Death is the easy way out if you’re so depressed But we must stick together and rise to be the best Cos we can beat the decay if we try hard enough You don’t have to be hard, you don’t have to be tough
Starving third-world, dirty tramps, moneyless youths Unemployed middle-aged, racist hooligans, fighting idiots Angry rioters, unfair treatment, crooked politicians Dealers in death, mentally insane, criminal faction IRA’s destruction, terrorist element, stupid apartheid Black v white, prostitutes in the life, anti-gay demonstrations Cancer-ridden pensioners, retired widows, sickness of Vietnam Now Afghanistan, lying friends, evil religions that teach you to hate This is reality.
All the songs on a piece of paper Writing about my extravagant caper And of my hate for this system School, army, law – I’m no Christian
29th May 2023 – A succinct list of hated things. Or was I already aware that everything I was listening to and writing myself was about the same things over and over? I don’t think I was that self-aware yet. I do remember my mum asking me to stop listening to such angry and depressing music but my contradictory self denied that it made me feel depressed. She may have been right but I felt it was important at the time to be learning about things worked out there in the real world, which I was still very far away from.
Look quietly out of the corner of my eye Paying attention to two things at a time Slyly spying in yesterday’s mind Spying from the corner of my eye Out of the corner of my eye, I see Everything that is behind me So I walk forward into another eye So I can play a little game of I-Spy Out of the corner of my eye
You’re worth nothing cos no one wants you Is it your fault? Do you want to Change to be with the flowing crowd But you can be – keep yourself proud – Change for the crowd
Got no friends, nowhere to go You can’t go to the disco Cos you stick out like a sore thumb If anyone sees you, you’re gonna be done – The afterbirth of life
Do you want friends or to be alone? Life is more fun on your own “If no one trusts you, why trust them?” Twisted philosophy with one problem – Alone with yourself
Can you stand it? Do you want to? Who do you wanna be – me or you?
The lost boats, the lost lives Drowning souls as waves dive Seeking refuge at the ocean’s depth Falling in the hope of rest Search switches south for the lonely men Family still hope to see them again Never found, not a ring or hair Cos they floated north and no one did care
27th May 2023 – I was tempted to rewrite that last line but decided to leave it as written in 1984. I was inspired by learning about the Bauhaus song Terror Couple Kill Colonel which was written based on a newspaper headline. It’s not easy to find a newspaper these days to look for inspiration and looking online for similar doesn’t usually occur to me. Still, inspiration is everywhere.
There’s a six-minute warning all over the land Destruction of the country, it’s all been planned A tape is playing now the councillors have gone The last man’s voice that moans on and on
“Get to your bunker as quick as you can You can build one now, you should have the plan Whitewash the windows, it doesn’t cost much And don’t worry…..we’ll be in touch”
A few minutes left til the blast explodes high above There’s people out on the streets quickly making love Now the bomb’s exploded and everyone has gone But the last man’s voice drones on and on
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