Tag: poetry

Sharp End First – 9th May 1985

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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.

You Were Dreaming (But It Was A Nightmare) – 13th April 1985

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My ideas are running out
I still don’t know what life’s about
They say I’ll find out when I die
That doesn’t stop me wondering why

Help! Help! Help! I need help!

I try to write a song on another theme
It goes wrong, just like a dream
Cos the police are hiding under my cover
If they don’t get me they’ll get another

They’re taking away my packet and bottle
Hands around the throat and starting to throttle
They’ve taken away my sporting thrills
And replaced them with dope and pills

They’ve closed my eyes to the world around
I can’t see my earth from their underground
They’ve closed our eyes to the death around
No one says anything cos we feel safe and sound

Lagoon – 12th April 1985

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Goonie goonie
Smackaroonie
I’ll be with you soon
At the bottom of the lagoon
Phoney, phoney
You’re so lonely
You made me swoon
We swim in the lagoon
Honey, honey
Gave me your money
The sun is at noon
Bottom of the lagoon
Phooey, phooey
Don’t get screwy
Under the deep blue moon
Dead at the bottom of the lagoon

18th Sept 2023 – What is it that makes a lagoon seem sinister? I think I equate it somewhat with a swamp. All the lagoons I saw in Australia were spectacularly beautiful.

Belsen Wasn’t A Gas – 3rd April 1985

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Nazi punks are full of shit
They can’t even get away with it
When sergeant major starts to salute
Hold the gun and start to shoot

Hitler’s the wanker who still leads all
It’s time for you nazi shits to fall
Communists and Jews will never laugh
Breathing poison in the aftermath

You turn on the gas taps in your home
Found out now that you’re all alone
So nazi punks get out of here
The price we pay is much too dear

Communists and Jews will never laugh
Breathing poison in the aftermath
So nazi punks get out of here
The price we pay is much too dear

*Hypocrite – 1st April 1985

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The nationwide hypocritical scam
Jumps up and down my throat
The dark and sinister scram
Carrying guns and tote
Them at hypocrites
Piece in the puzzle
The picture fits
Take off your muzzle

The Week That Was

Record of the week: Husker Du – New Day Rising LP, Stupids – Violent Nun 7″

1st April 1985
Worked 4 hours overtime. 8.30-8.45 Merley. Sent off for Zen Arcade etc.

2nd April 1985
Started at factory in Wimborne.

3rd April 1985
Youth Club had Word and Action but cost 50p. So 13 of us decided not to go – pissed around for a good long while instead.

4th April 1985
Only work half the day cos of weather and circumstances. Saw PA for £65 but no one in Atrox was interested. Boring cunts.

5th April 1985
Day off. Went to Wimborne.

6th April 1985
Got drunk unfortunately but met some decent kids. IN THE EAR.

7th April 1985
Started Atrox stuff for Piwi.