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lanepe
16-05-2008, 07:35 AM
Songs about what its like to grow up or live in the UK and feature things that are distinctly unique to that.

I heard 'Sounds of the Suburbs' by The Members this morning on BBC 6 Music and a few of the lyrics struck a chord and made me smile.

Same old boring Sunday morning old mans out washing the car,
Mums in the kitchen cooking Sunday dinner her best meal moaning while it lasts,
Johnnys upstairs in his bedroom sitting in the dark,
Annoying the neighbours with his punk rock electric guitar,
This is the Sound,
This is the Sound of the Suburbs
This is the Sound,
This is the Sound of the Suburbs
Every Lousy Monday Morning Heathrow jets goes crashing over my home,
Ten O’clock Broadmoor siren driving me mad won’t leave me alone,
The woman next store just sits and stares outside,
She hasn’t come out once ever since her husband died,
This is the Sound,
This is the Sound of the Suburbs
This is the Sound,
This is the Sound of the Suburbs
Youth club Group used to want to be free,
Now they want anarchy,
They play too fast, they play out of tune,
They Practise in the singers bedroom,
The Drums quite good the bass is too loud,
And I… can’t hear the words.
This is the Sound,
This is the Sound of the Suburbs
This is the Sound,
This is the Sound of the Suburbs
Saturday morning family shoppers crowding out, the centre of town,
Young blokes sitting on the benches shouting at the young girls walking around,
Johnny stands there at his window looking at the night,
I said, hey what you listening to there’s nothing there (that’s right)
This is the Sound,
This is the Sound of the Suburbs
This is the Sound,
This is the Sound of the Suburbs

Any more?

garronrav
16-05-2008, 07:37 AM
park life by blur and brick in the wall pink floydd

GUCCI Eagle
16-05-2008, 07:40 AM
Stop me if I'm wrong, stop me if I'm wrong.

the digger
16-05-2008, 08:04 AM
Ha Ha by Ty

lanepe
16-05-2008, 08:05 AM
We need some lyrics. I don't recognise the last two.

GUCCI Eagle
16-05-2008, 08:12 AM
Originally posted by lanepe
We need some lyrics. I don't recognise the last two.

A new day another morning after, leaning back on my chair in a greasy spoon cafeteria
Last night was some beer laryness done our way but again we're back in the light of day
Chatting shit, sitting at the wall table telling jokes playing with the salt, lookin out the
window
Girl brings 2 plates of full english over with plenty of scrambled eggs and plenty of fried
tomato
Get my phone out, 'bout to give this girl a shout, see if she had a nice time last night up
town
Ask if she fancies trying it again sometime then Cal grabs the phone oi oi oi oi!

Hold it down boy, your head's getting blurred
I know you cant stop thinking of her
By all means you can vibe with this girl
But just don't mug yourself, thats all don't mug yourself!

Seriously Mick you ••••••
No no no Cos ya know what I mean
Don't mug yourself
I'm •••••••, i'm know way really d'ya know what I mean
I can take it or leave it, believe, and then Calvins like oi

You need to hold it down Jack, put your phone back
Quit staring into space and eat your snack, thats that
She'll want you much for not hanging on
Stop me if Im wrong, stop me if Im wrong
Why should she be the one who decides whether its off or on or on or off or on
Now the girls rude, I know she's rude but she's screwed right through you, you'll be on your
knees soon

Hold it down boy, your head's getting blurred
I know you cant stop thinking of her
By all means you can vibe with this girl
Bust just don't mug yourself, thats all don't mug yourself!

And i'm like, honestly it's not like that, your acting like im prancing like a sap
Jumping when she claps and that, oi
Do you really think I act wack cos Im tellin ya serving the aces and it's game set andmatch
Perfectly in control of this goal, I got the lead role, won't be fooled and I'm older than
you're told
Girl sold, high speeds gold, game over game over too cold

Hold it down boy, your head's getting blurred
I know you cant stop thinking of her
By all means you can vibe with this girl
But just don't mug yourself, that's all don't mug yourself!

Hold it down boy, your head's getting blurred
I know you cant stop thinking of her
By all means you can vibe with this girl
But just don't mug yourself, thats all don't mug yourself!

sw16girl
16-05-2008, 08:12 AM
There was a lot of rocking going on that night
Cruising time for the young, bright lights
Just down past the gasworks, by the meat factory door
The five lamp boys were coming on strong
The Saturday night city beat had already started and the
The pulse of the corner boys just sprang into action
And young Billy watched it under the yellow street light
And said "tonight of all nights there's gonna be a fight"

Billy don't like it living here in this town
He says traps have been sprung long before he was born
He says "hope bites the dust behind all the closed doors
And pus and grime ooze from its scab-crusted sores
There's screaming and crying in the high-rise blocks"
It's a rat trap, Billy, but you're already caught
And you can make it if you want to or you need it bad enough
You're young and good-looking and you're acting kind of tough
Anyway it's Saturday night, time to see what's going down
Put on a bright suit, Billy, head for the right side of town
It's only eight o'clock, but you're already bored
You don't know what it is, but there's got to be more
You'd better find a way out, hey, kick down that door
It's a rat trap, and you've been caught

In this town Billy says "everybody's trying to tell you what to do"
In this town Billy says "everybody says you gotta follow rules"
You walk up to the traffic lights
You switch from your left to your right
You push in that button, and that button comes alight
And it's
"Walk, don't walk, walk, don't walk
Talk, don't talk, talk, don't talk
Walk, don't walk, walk, don't walk
Talk, don't talk, talk, don't talk"
Hey, Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk
Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk
Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk
Hey, Billy take a walk with me

Well, little Judy's trying to watch "Top of the Pops"
But mum and dad are fighting, don't they ever stop
She takes off her coat and walks down to the street
It's cold on that road, but it's got that home beat
Deep down in her pocket she finds 50p
Hey, is that any way for a young girl to be
"I'm gonna get out of school, work in some factory
Work all the hours God gave me, get myself a little easy money"
Now, now, now, na na

Her mind's made up, she walks down the road
Her hands in her pockets, coat buttoned 'gainst the cold
She finally finds Billy down at the Italian cafe
When he's drunk it's hard to understand what Billy says
But then he mumbles in his coffee and suddenly roars
"It's a rat trap, Judy, and we've been caught..."

Rat trap
You've been caught in a rat trap

Maz
16-05-2008, 08:14 AM
I've been going out with a girl,
her name is Julie
But last night she said to me,
when we were watching telly

(This is what she said)

She said listen John, I love you
But there's this bloke, I fancy
I don't want to two time you,
so it's the end for you and me

Who's this bloke I asked her
Goooooordon, she replied
Not THAT puff, I said dismayed
Yes but he's no puff she cried

(He's more of a man than you'll ever be)

Here we go, two three four

I was so upset that I cried,
all the way to the chip shop

When I came out there was Gordon,
standing at the bus stop

(And guess who was with him? Yeah, Julie, and they were both laughing at me)

Oh, she is cruel and heartless
to pack me for Gordon
Just cos he's better looking than me
Just cos he's cool and trendy

But I know he's a moron, Gordon is a moron
Gordon is a moron, Gordon is a moron

Here we go, two three four

Oh she's a slag and he's a creep
She's a tart, he's very cheap
She is a slut, he thinks he's tough
She is a bitch, he is a puff
Yeah yeah, it's not fair
Yeah yeah, it's not fair

(I'm so upset)

I'm so upset, I'm so upset, yeah yeah

(I ought to smash his face in.)

loz
16-05-2008, 08:16 AM
A classic



A police car and a screaming siren -
A pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete -
A baby wailing and stray dog howling -
The screech of brakes and lamp light blinking -
That's Entertainment.
A smash of glass and a rumble of boots -
An electric train and a ripped up 'phone booth -
Paint splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat -
Lights going out and a kick in the balls -
That's Entertainment.
Days of speed and slow time Mondays -
Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday -
Watching the news and not eating your tea -
A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls -
That's Entertainment.
Waking up at 6 a.m. on a cool warm morning -
Opening the windows and breathing in petrol -
An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard -
Watching the tele and thinking about your holidays -
That's Entertainment.
Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes -
Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume -
A hot summer's day and sticky black tarmac -
Fedding ducks in the park and wishing you were far away -
That's Entertainment.
Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight -
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude -
Getting a cab and travelling on buses -
Reading the graffiti about slashed seat affairs -
That's Entertainment.

Maz
16-05-2008, 08:21 AM
Whilst we're thinking about jammy stuff...

Sup up your beer and collect your fags,
Theres a row going on down near slough,
Get out your mat and pray to the west,
Ill get out mine and pray for myself.
Thought you were smart when you took them on,
But you didnt take a peep in their artillery room,
All that rugby puts hairs on your chest,
What chance have you got against a tie and a crest.

Hello-hurrah - what a nice day - for the eton rifles,
Hello-hurrah - I hope rain stops play - with the eton rifles.

Shoreditch CPFC
16-05-2008, 08:21 AM
Squeeze - up the junction

Bloc Party - a weekend in the city (whole album)

Blur - Country House (for Richard)

nellis
16-05-2008, 08:23 AM
Oasis, Round Are Way

The paper boy is working before he goes
Lying to the teacher he knows he knows
He didn't and he should've
Brought his lines in yesterday
Ernie bangs the sound and the day begins
The letterbox is open and your cash falls in
I'll meet you at the office
Just before the staff clock in

Round are way the birds are singing
Round are way the sun shines bright
Round are way the birds sing for yer
The already know yer

The game is kicking off in around the park
It's twenty five a side and before it's dark
There's gonna be a loser
And you know the next goal wins
Cab it to the front as it's called a draw
Everybody's knockin at yours once more
Ernie bangs the sound
And no one's spoken since half past four

Round are way the birds are singing
Round are way the sun shines bright
Round are way the birds are minging
Round are way it's alright
Round are way the birds sing for you
Cos the already know yer
They already know yer

Baldy
16-05-2008, 08:24 AM
The moon is pulling faces
The clouds are on the rise
The night blinks away a few more stars
And rubs its tired eyes
There’s a ticking of a clock, boys
There’s one more hour to kill
See, there’s a warrant out for the past’s arrest
Down in Hooligansville

And they’ve been building their little box homes
Paving the earth with black
And rhapsodising innocence
It’s never coming back
It’s a faded invitation
On a peeling window-sill
There’s always someone else to take the blame
Down in Hooligansville

There’s a lot of broken swings
A lot of junk too
A lot of reckoning
Left to do
When you’re falling
You all fall so far
‘Cause no amount of wishing
Can get you out of where you are

They’ve got angels in the doorways
Shakin’ empty cups
All the fairy stories they still tell
Will never be enough
And there is evidence of dreams
And the wishes that they spill
But they’ll leave them there to stain the streets
Down in Hooligansville

So roll out the barrel, boys
Kill the music now
Silence the prophets who have never told
Good fortunes anyhow
Bow down to your fate, boys
Now even the tide is still
‘Cause you’ll walk a hundred miles and still won’t find
Your way out of Hooligansville
You’ll walk a hundred miles and still won’t find
Your way out of Hooligansville

Thea Gilmore
:p :lux:

the digger
16-05-2008, 08:26 AM
Originally posted by lanepe
We need some lyrics. I don't recognise the last two.

trying to find them

hoopsmccan
16-05-2008, 08:26 AM
Up The Junction - Squeeze

Big Gav
16-05-2008, 08:27 AM
Loads of Jam songs you could include. Heres another one..

Life is timeless, days are long when you're young
You used to fall in love with everyone
Any guitar and any bass drum
Life is a drink and you get drunk when you're young
Life is new and there's things to be done
You can't wait to be grown up
Acceptance into the capital world
You pull on some weed, then you pull on someone when you're young

But you find out life isn't like that
It's so hard to comprehend
Why you set up your dreams to have them smashed in the end

But you don't mind you've got time on your side
And they're never gonna make you stand in line
You're just waiting for the right time

You're fearless and brave - you can't be stopped when you're young
You swear you're never ever gonna work for someone
No corporations for the new age sons
Tears of rage roll down your face
But still you say "it's fun"

And you find out life isn't like that
It's so hard to understand
Why the world is your oyster but your future's a clam

It's got you in its grip before your born
It's done with the use of a dice and a board
They let you think you're king but you're really a pawn

You're fearless and brave - you can't be stopped when you're young
You used to fall in love with everyone
Any guitar and any bass drum

ozzieEagle
16-05-2008, 08:27 AM
lazy Sunday afternoon... Small faces
My house ... Madness
Streets of London....Ralph Mctell
Waterloo Sunset.... Kinks

Opps nearly forgot.... Sunny Afternoon the Kinks.... The kinks really were the epitome of the voice of the average bloke on the street.

Away Day Eagle
16-05-2008, 08:31 AM
Originally posted by hoopsmccan
Up The Junction - Squeeze

The devil came and took me from bar to street to booky :p

Quite apt :)

Hilltop Meggie
16-05-2008, 08:31 AM
Sorry...


We're all going on a summer holiday
no more working for a week or two.
Fun and laughter on our summer holiday,
no more worries for me or you,
for a week or two.

We're going where the sun shines brightly
we're going where the sea is blue.
we've all seen it on the movies,
now let's see if it's true.

Everybody has a summer holiday
doin' things they always wanted to
So we're going on a summer holiday,
to make our dreams come true
for me and you.
for me and you.

Big Gav
16-05-2008, 08:31 AM
SATURDAY'S KIDS - The Jam again

Saturday's boys live life with insults,
Drink lots of beer and wait for half time results,
Afternoon tea in the light-a-bite - chat up the girls - they dig it!
Saturday's girls work in Tesco's and Woolworths,
Wear cheap perfume 'cause its all they can afford,
Go to discos they drink Babycham talk to Jan - in bingo accents.
Saturdays kids play one arm bandits,
they never win but that's not the point is it,
Dip in silver paper when their pints go flat,
How about that - far out!

Their mums and dads smoke Capstan non filters,
Wallpaper lives 'cause they all die of cancer,
What goes on - what goes wrong.

Save up their money for a holiday,
To Selsey Bill or Bracklesham Bay,
Think about the future - when they'll settle down,
Marry the girl next door - with one on the way.

These are the real creatures that time has forgot,

Not given a thought - its the system -
Hate the system - what's the system?

Saturdays kids live in council houses,
Wear v-necked shirts and baggy trousers,
Drive Cortinas fur trimmed dash boards,
Stains on the seats - in the back of course!

Baldy
16-05-2008, 08:36 AM
On a Christmas cake day one
Friday in August
In a bookshop in Charing Cross Road
I first set eyes on a girl and at once I did know

She had eyes like a poet and hair like a rainbow
Reflecting the lights that did glow
And the sadness she kept in her eyes
Struck my senses a blow

And so as by chance at the touch of a glance
We could find ourselves out in the road
With no crush of time to defeat us and no place to go
And I couldn't say how but the coffee bar crowd
Had appeared through the silence that broke
And she said "Oh my father's a judge in St Albans you know."

"Oh well, then perhaps I could help you
You know that St. Albans is miles away
And I've got a room in Swiss Cottage in which you could stay

"She laughed "Oh I couldn't do that,
For I've got to be up in the morning you see.
"So I rang up to find out the first morning train she could take
And so in the gloom of a candlelit room
With spaghetti, two forks and a plate
She said "Oh I really would like to be free and escape."

"Oh well if it's like thatYou don't have to go back
And you're perfectly welcome to stay"
"But I've not finished school yet." she said as she got into bed

And so as she slept and the pure morning crept
Through the windows to take her away
I thought you can't make people be what you want them to be

I could see my self nailed to a dormitory tale
Of a holiday night's escapade
And just yesterday she had seemed like a woman to me

And so like a child with the sleep in her eyes
Where the sadness of age had once been
She left on the train with a "See you again" and a smile

And I couldn't say what I had won or I lost
Or even just what I had seen
But when I'm alone I just think of her once in awhile.

Al Stewart

Eagle Of Cray
16-05-2008, 08:37 AM
She was a girl from Birmingham
She just had an abortion
She was case of insanity
Her name was Pauline she lived in a tree
She was a no one who killed her baby
She sent her letter from the country
She was an animal
She was a bloody disgrace
Body I'm not an animal
Body I'm not an animal
Dragged on a table in factory
Illegitimate place to be
In a packet in a lavatory
Die little baby screaming
Body screaming f**king bloody mess
Not an animal
It's an abortion
Body I'm not animal
Mummy I'm not an abortion
Throbbing squirm,
gurgling bloody mess
I'm not a discharge
I'm not a loss in protein
I'm not a throbbing squirm
F*** this and f*** that
F*** it all and f*** the f***ing brat
She don't wanna baby that looks like that
I don't wanna baby that looks like that
Body I'm not an animal
Body an abortion
Body I'm not an animal
An animal
I'm not an animal.....
I'm not an abortion.....
Mummy! UGH!

DANGERMOUSE
16-05-2008, 08:39 AM
'D'yer Wanna Be A Spaceman?' by Oasis:

I haven't seen your face round
Since I was a kid
You're bringing back those memories
Of the thing that we did
You're hangin round
And climbing trees
Pretending to fly
D'yer wanna be a spaceman
And live in the sky

You got how many bills to pay
And how many kids
And you forgot about
The things that we did
The town where we're living
Has made you a man
And all of your dreams
Are washed away in the sand

Well it's alright
It's alright
Who are you and me to say
What's wrong and what's right
Do you still feel like me
We sit down here
And we shall see
We can talk
And find common ground
And we can just forget
About feeling down
We can just forget
About life in this town.

It's funny how your dreams
Change as you're growing old
You don't wanna be no spaceman
You just want the gold
All the dream stealers
Are lying in wait
But if you wanna be a spaceman
It's still not too late

Well it's alright
And it's alright
Who are you and me to say
What's wrong and what's right
Do you still feel like me
We sit down here
And we shall see
We can talk
And find common ground
And we can just forget
About feeling down
We can just forget
About life in this town

Personally I think that's one of Noel's best lyrics.

Baldy
16-05-2008, 08:40 AM
Well we were born within one hour of each other.
Our mothers said we could be sister and brother.
Your name is Deborah, Deborah.
It never suited ya.
Oh they thought that when we grew up,
we'd get married, and never split up.
We never did it, although often I thought of it.

Oh Deborah, do you recall?
Your house was very small,
with wood chip on the wall.
When I came around to call,
you didn't notice me at all.

I said let's all meet up in the year 2000.
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown.
Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road.
I never knew that you'd get married.
I would be living down here on my own on
that damp and lonely Thursday years ago.

You were the first girl at school to get breasts.
Martyn said that yours were the best.
The boys all loved you but I was a mess.
I had to watch them trying to get you undressed.
We were friends but that was as far as it went.
I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant,
oh it meant nothing to you,
cos you were so popular.

Deborah do you recall?
Your house was very small,
with woodchip on the wall.
When I came around to call,
you didn't notice me at all.

I said let's all meet up in the year 2000.
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown.
Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road.
I never knew that you'd get married.
I would be living down here on my own
on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago.

Oh yeah,
oh yeah.

Ah do you recall?
Your house was very small,
with wood chip on the wall.
When I came around to call,
you didn't notice me at all.

I said let's all meet up in the year 2000.
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown.
Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road.
I never knew that you'd get married.
I would be living down here on my own,
on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago.
Oh what are you doing Sunday baby.
Would you like to come and meet me maybe?
You can even bring your baby.
Ohhh ooh ooh. Ooh ooh ooh ooh.
What are you doing Sunday baby.
Would you like to come and meet me maby?
You can even bring your baby

Away Day Eagle
16-05-2008, 08:43 AM
She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge,
she studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College,
that's where I,
caught her eye.
She told me that her Dad was loaded,
I said "In that case I'll have a rum and coca-cola."
She said "Fine."
and in thirty seconds time she said,

"I want to live like common people,
I want to do whatever common people do,
I want to sleep with common people,
I want to sleep with common people,
like you."

Well what else could I do -
I said "I'll see what I can do."
I took her to a supermarket,
I don't know why but I had to start it somewhere,
so it started there.
I said pretend you've got no money,
she just laughed and said,
"Oh you're so funny."
I said "yeah?
Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here.
Are you sure you want to live like common people,
you want to see whatever common people see,
you want to sleep with common people,
you want to sleep with common people,
like me."
But she didn't understand,
she just smiled and held my hand.
Rent a flat above a shop,
cut your hair and get a job.
Smoke some fags and play some pool,
pretend you never went to school.
But still you'll never get it right,
cos when you're laid in bed at night,
watching roaches climb the wall,
if you call your Dad he could stop it all.

You'll never live like common people,
you'll never do what common people do,
you'll never fail like common people,
you'll never watch your life slide out of view,
and dance and drink and screw,
because there's nothing else to do.

Sing along with the common people,
sing along and it might just get you through,
laugh along with the common people,
laugh along even though they're laughing at you,
and the stupid things that you do.
Because you think that poor is cool.

I want to live with common people,
I want to live with common people

Shoreditch CPFC
16-05-2008, 08:45 AM
I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from Clapham
Out on the windy common
That night I ain't forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said you are a lady
Perhaps she said I maybe

We moved into a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The Railway Arms we're missing
But loving got us hooked up
And all our time it took up

I got a job with Stanley
He said I'd come in handy
And started me on Monday
So I had a bath on Sunday
I worked eleven hours
And bought the girl some flowers
She said she'd seen a doctor
And nothing now could stop her.

I worked all through the winter
The weather brought some bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
The little kicks inside her

This morning at four fifty
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another

And now she's two years older
Her mother's with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelly

Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there's something missing
I beg for some forgiveness
Thought begging's not my business
And she won't write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it's my assumption
I'm really up the junction

Scoot
16-05-2008, 08:45 AM
Originally posted by ozzieEagle

OUR house ... Madness :p


Do Nothing - Specials
Ghost Town - Specials

Donnie Darko
16-05-2008, 08:47 AM
she unscrews the top of her new wiskey bottle
and shuffles around in her candle lit hovel
like some kind of witch

Big Gav
16-05-2008, 08:48 AM
The distant echo -
of faraway voices boarding faraway trains
To take them home to
the ones that they love and who love them forever
The glazed, dirty steps
repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrapers and this morning's paper
Mr. Jones got run down
Headlines of death and sorrow
they tell of tomorrow
Madmen on the rampage
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I fumble for change

and pull out the Queen
Smiling, beguiling
I put in the money and pull out a plum
Behind me
Whispers in the shadows
gruff blazing voices
Hating, waiting
"Hey boy" they shout
"have you got any money?"
And I said
"I've a little money and a take away curry,
I'm on my way home to my wife.
She'll be lining up the cutlery,
You know she's expecting me
Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork"
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I first felt a fist, and then a kick
I could now smell their breath
They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs
And too many right wing meetings
My life swam around me
It took a look and drowned me in its own existence
It blended in with the weather
It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth
It blocked all my senses
Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I said I was down in the tube station at midnight

The last thing that I saw
As I lay there on the floor
Was "Jesus Saves" painted by an atheist nutter
And a British Rail poster read "Have an Awayday

a cheap holiday -
Do it today!"
I glanced back on my life
And thought about my wife
'Cause they took the keys
and she'll think it's me
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold
I'm down in the tube station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight

Away Day Eagle
16-05-2008, 08:48 AM
The Indians send signals
From the rocks above the pass
The cowboys take positions
In the bushes and the grass
The squaw is with the Corporal
She is tied against the tree
She doesn't mind the language
It's the beating she don't need
She lets loose all the horses
When the Corporal is asleep
And he wakes to find the fire's dead
And arrows in his hats
And Davy Crockett rides around
And says it's cool for cats
The Sweeney's doing ninety
'Cos they've got the word to go
They get a gang of villains
In a shed up at Heathrow
They're counting out the fivers
When the handcuffs lock again
In and out of Wandsworth
With the numbers on their names
It's funny how their missus'
Always look the bleeding same
And meanwhile at the station
There's a couple of likely lads
Who swear like how's your father
And they're very cool for cats
They're cool for cats

To change the mood a little
I've been posing down the pub
On seeing my reflection
I'm looking slightly rough
I fancy this, I fancy that
I wanna be so flash
I give a little muscle
And I spend a little cash
But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash
And by the time I'm sober
I've forgotten what I've had
And ev'rybody tells me that it's cool to be a cat
Cool for cats

Shake up at the disco
And I think I've got a pull
I ask her lots of questions
And she hangs on to the wall
I kiss her for the first time
And then I take her home
I'm invited in for coffee
And I give the dog a bone
She likes to go to discos
But she's never on her own
I said I'll see you later
And I give her some old chat
But it's not like that on the TV
When it's cool for cats
It's cool for cats

:lux: :lux:

Shoreditch CPFC
16-05-2008, 08:49 AM
Bloc Party - Waiting for the 7:18

Waiting for the 7:18
Waiting for the seven eighteen
January is endless
Weary eyed and forlorn
The Northern line is the loudest

Sitting in silence in bars after work
I've got nothing to add or contest
Can still kick a ball a hundred yards
We cling to bottles and memories of the past

(Give me moments)

Just give me moments
Not hours or days
Just give me moments

Grinding your teeth in the middle of the night
Let the sadness off those molars
Spend all your spare time trying to escape
With crosswords and Su Doku

If I could do it again, I'd make more mistakes
I'd not be so scared of falling
If I could do it again, I'd climb more trees
I'd pick and I'd eat more wild blackberries

(Give me moments)

Just give me moments
Not hours or days
Just give me moments

Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend

FrankieBoy
16-05-2008, 08:50 AM
Nightmares on Wax - 70s 80s

Thatcher was in power
Times were tight and sour
The letter A was sprayed in a circle everywhere

And everybody's head was gettin shaved or spiked
My sister stitched her flares and made em into drainpipes
She was into Adam Ant and Wuthering Heights
I was gettin into Madness and grifter bikes

Mom had to work late I had no complaints
Used to get away with murder when Grandad babysat
Used to play fox and hound till the sun came down
Singin' Lip Up Fatty running wild through the Ghost Town

And All I wanted was Doc boots and braces
My ear pierced, so Mum "what's a racist?"
She didn't explain that we weren't quite caucasian
As we could see black children on some future occasion
And she'd keep that shtum
All my friends are gettin brainwashed
NF and swastikas they're scratchin on the desktops

Riots and violence on the TV
Broken down on Newsround while eatin Toast Toppers watchin coppers get beat down
Church discos and trips with the play scheme
Dancin to Ska, kissing the girl of my dreams
My tenth birthday and those two-tones stay pressed
Money in my card I bought One Step Beyond, yes
Lent it to a friend, never got it back
Dear Jim could you fix it for me?
Remember that?

[Chorus:]
Just a 70s baby early 80s child
Reminiscin' 'bout the days in the brick backyard
Just a 70s baby early 80s child
Reminscin' 'bout the days and you think times are hard

Oh let me tell you now, woo, oh a wicked witch was in power
And oh my god she did devour
Cast a spell called depression made a living hell
Turned man against man forgot the boys and girls
We had, no future, home computer
Had to make do with what we had
Knock-a-door-run and the hand-me-down gowns
Current beat, upbeat, Cracker Jack of Underground, synthpop, Muppet Show, electro on the radio

Mum turn it up its a new thing yeah

Now all I want is high tech's with fat bass
He?s got the next best friend started scratchin and breakin
Snatch your racks and battery by the stack to keep the boom box from going flat
Didn't cope and went in over the store with a performance kid this place has never been so packed
Street light for a spot light, cardboard box for a stage
And if you had a score to settle you resolved it with your breakin'
Not like now they're using guns and bats
Robbin' old folk, we don?t need no more of that

[Chorus]

Every brick and every stone thrown
Was for you and me
They stood firm
Truly revolutionary
Gave back as good as what they got

Shoreditch CPFC
16-05-2008, 08:51 AM
not a touch on the Jam songs above, but still the closest thing we have:

We'll Live And Die In These Towns
ENEMY
You spend your time in smokey rooms
where haggled old women
with cheap perfume say
it never happens for people
like us you know
well nothing ever happened on it`s own
and well the toilets smell of desperation
the streets all echo of aggregation
tand you wonder
why you cant get no sleep
when you`ve got nothing to do,
and you`ve had nothing to eat
your life`s slipping
and sliding right out of view
and there`s absolutely nothing
that you can do well

we`ll live and die,
we`lllive and die in these towns
don`t let it drag you down
don`t let it drag you down now
we`ll live and die,
we`lllive and die in these towns
don`t let it drag you down
don`t let it drag you down now

dirty dishes from a tv meal
that went cold from the wind
throuh a smashed up window
you cant go out if anybody calls ya
cos you cant have a bath
when there`s no hot water
and your friends are out
on the town again
and you ask yourself if it will ever end
and it`s all too much for your head to take
just a matter of time
before you break, well

we`ll live and die,
we`lllive and die in these towns
don`t let it drag you down
don`t let it drag you down now
we`ll live and die,
we`lllive and die in these towns
don`t let it drag you down
don`t let it drag you down now

now...
now...

we`ll live and die,
we`lllive and die in these towns
don`t let it drag you down
don`t let it drag you down now
we`ll live and die,
we`lllive and die in these towns
don`t let it drag you down
don`t let it drag you down now

Baldy
16-05-2008, 08:52 AM
You took me to France
On the promise of teaching me French
We were told to assemble to meet up at 10
I was 12 and naive
You planned out our route
I sat in your car, my suitcase in the boot
On the M1 and the A1 until we reached Dover
Through passport control you pulled your car over
On the liner we stood on the deck we left port
My first time abroad
A school trip to France
Well fancy that
A weekend away to parlais Francais
Well fancy that.

We found the hotel, checked in to a room and unpacked
It had been a long day you said "let's hit the sack"
As I changed I could feel your eyes watching me
I crept into bed you pretended to read
The lights went out, I fell asleep
Woke up with a shock and your hands on me
I couldn't shout I couldn't scream
Let me out let me dream
I turned onto my side
I lay there and cried
On my first night in France,
Well fancy that,
You terrified me, I just wanted to sleep
Well fancy that.

Morning came light shined through
I left France, I arrived home.
The hedge that you dragged me through
led to a nervous breakdown
If I could have read what was going on inside your head
I would have said but I was blind to your devious mind
There's no excuse for child abuse and the scars that it leaves
Where do you draw the line
On school trips to France
Well fancy that
you had a good time
turned sex into crime
well fancy that


Fun Boy 3
:afro: :p

Richard
16-05-2008, 08:53 AM
Originally posted by ozzieEagle
My house ... Madness Please ..."Our House"

(My signature tune - "R. House ...")

Donnie Darko
16-05-2008, 08:57 AM
Generals gathered in their masses
just like witches at black masses
evil minds that plot destruction
sourcerer of deaths construction.

In the fields the bodies burning
as the war machine keeps turning
death and hatred to man kind
poisioning their brain washed minds

PalaceMonkey
16-05-2008, 08:58 AM
Originally posted by Shoreditch CPFC
Bloc Party - Waiting for the 7:18

Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend

I like that song :)

Though I'd prefer it if they said "at the weekend"

lanepe
16-05-2008, 09:02 AM
Originally posted by PalaceMonkey
I like that song :)

Though I'd prefer it if they said "at the weekend"

Its not really a smiley song though is it? It makes me feel like crying.

Baldy
16-05-2008, 09:03 AM
My mother said that I never should
Play with the naughty rude girls in the wood
Their giggling talk I could never understand
And that's why I fell in love with my right hand

And that's why...

I'm a w*nker, I'm a w*nker

And it does me good like it bl**dy well should

I'm a w*nker, I'm a w*nker

And I'm always pulling my pud'

I was twenty-five years old before I was kissed
And then I found that I preferred a swift one off the wrist
It's cheap and convenient, you can't catch VD
It's available at any time and it's absolutely free

And that's why...

Chorus

Oh Mrs. Palm and your five lovely daughters
Thank you for having me and being oh so kind
I've got pains in my arms and my dong is growing shorter
My knees have turned to water and I think I'm going blind



I've w*nked over Italy, I've w*nked over Spain
I've w*nked in an omnibus, I've even had a w*nk in a train
I've used a badger and a melon and a cat
An inflatable Linda Lovelace and a Davy Crockett hat


And that's why...

Chorus

Oh, Mrs Palm and your five lovely daughters
Thank you for having me and being oh so kind
I've got pains in my arms and my dong is getting shorter
My knees have turned to water and I think I'm going blind

He's a w*nker, he's a w*nker

And it does him good like it bloody well should

He's a w*nker, he's a w*nker

And he's always pulling his pud'

PalaceMonkey
16-05-2008, 09:04 AM
Originally posted by lanepe
Its not really a smiley song though is it? It makes me feel like crying.

no, it makes me feel old :(

Maz
16-05-2008, 09:05 AM
Originally posted by Richard
Please ..."Our House"

(My signature tune - "R. House ...") :)

Sweet.

celery stick
16-05-2008, 09:12 AM
The offered me the office, offered me the
shop
They said I'd better take anything they'd got
Do you wanna make tea at the BBC?
Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop?

Career opportunities are the ones that never knock
Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock
Career opportunities, the ones that never knock

I hate the army and I hate the R.A.F.
I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat
I hate the civil service rules
And I won't open letter bombs for you

Bus driver....ambulance man....ticket inspector

They're gonna have to introduce conscription
They're gonna have to take away my prescription
If they wanna get me making toys
If they wanna get me, well, I got no choice

Career opportunities are the ones that never knock
Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock
Career opportunities, the ones that never knock

Careers
Careers
Careers

It ain't never gonna knock

hilairehair
16-05-2008, 09:12 AM
In the '70s there was long hair
There were left-over hippies everywhere
And I should know 'cause I was there
In the '70s they had prayer mats
There were stringy beards and floppy hats
And men looked like jesus in crushed velvet flares

In the '70s there were osmonds
there were lots of osmonds
there were lots of little osmonds everywhere
everywhere everywhere

In the 70's there were skinheads
There were bovver boys and brummie reds and greasers,
grebos judge and natty dread
In the 70's there were chopper bikes,
oxford bags and kung fu fights,
trojan sounds lee perry dubin

In the 70's there were osmonds
there were lots of osmonds
there were lots of little osmonds everywhere
everywhere everywhere

In the 70's there were lots of bombs
They blew my home town up
and lots of people were killed
On the news the relatives cried
everyone knew someone who'd died
they'll never forget it for the rest of their lives
And all around the people say
we hate the I-R-A, and we asked for justice but it never come

In the 70's there were osmonds
there were lots of osmonds
there were lots of little osmonds everywhere
everywhere everywhere

in the 70's there was hughie green
Lieutenant pigeon hit the scene
paper lace and candlewick green
mouldy old dough chicory tip
gilbert o and hurricane smith
billy don't be a hero hey david rock on

In the 70's lesley whittle died
the black panther went inside
and jeremy thorpe, oh he resigned
And at school the girls would bring a thousand volts of holt and sing
hey there lonely girl impossible love

In the 70's there were osmonds
there were lots of osmonds
there were lots of little osmonds everywhere
everywhere, everywhere

In the 70's the Rollers came
Best retired from the game
And Cassidy quit, oh what a shame!

In the 70's I was just a kid
still knew what it was all about
I soaked it in - now it's all dripping out

In the 70's there were osmonds
there were lots of osmonds
there were lots of little
osmonds everywhere
everywhere, everywhere

Osmonds, oh now there were lots of
papers roses yeah
there were lots of crazy horses everywhere
everywhere, everywhere.

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foetus eagle
16-05-2008, 09:13 AM
Straining an eyelid sunbathing

While they work to feed your 19th dog

Spend a million on a wedding

While some can't afford an inside bog.



Plaster themselves with medals then

They laugh at you as they pass by

And it would really make your day

If they spat in your patriotic eye.



Well I know life's a bummer

And there's many a boot you've kissed

But don't worship the pampered

They don't even know you exist.



So you love being shat on and you

Give 'em all you gotta give

More sucker you boy

You were born but when you gonna live.



Don't stay stark raving normal!

philsick
16-05-2008, 09:15 AM
Here we are on, civilisation street
Where the neighbours never meet
And you have to be discreet
Don't ever talk to strangers
Even when they offer you sweets
Keep your mouth shut, keep your mouth shut
Keep your head down

Here we are in, civilisation town
Where shops are closing down
And the people rush around
No time to stop and talk
All the cops are going round
Keep your head down, keep your head down
Keep your mouth shut

Here we are in, civilisation city
Where the lights are oh so pretty
And the concrete smells of money
Laced with years of exploitation
Got no job (aw)
Got no job, oh what a pity
Uh uh oh

When the church is empty and the graveyard full
The skies are gray with chemicals
And all the books lie in the dust
The televisions never rust
Watch the people, wither away
Alone together, have a nice day, have a nice day, have a nice day, have a nice day,
Have a nice day, have a nice day, have a nice day, have a nice day now
Have a nice day!

On civilisation street the jigsaw's incomplete
We've got the whole world at our feet!
But we ruined all the good bits and cut down all the trees
And dumped the radiation into the deep blue sea

We carve up someones landscape
Just to get from A to B
Just to move that little bit faster
in our 5 speed luxury
Just to move that little bit closer
To the world on your tv

Any everyone needs more money, HA
Cos nothing makes ends meet
Cos time is money, time is money
And money makes time
On civilistaion street
Civilistaion...
Street.



Culture shock-civilisation street 1986

foetus eagle
16-05-2008, 09:15 AM
Watch out John Paul!!

The Pope says to the atheist in God's name I do swear
You're searching blindly in the dark for something that ain't there
The atheist says to the pope there ain't no getting round it
You too were searching in the dark for nothing. . . but you found it.

You're alright Jack, ain't gonna look back – MEGALOMANIAC

You tell us give up our wealth to those who are without
To all you's third world victims with your famine and your drought
But tell me Jonny Paul my son, if I should make so bold
Why don't ya donate just one of your robes of silk and gold.

You're alright Jack, ain't gonna look back – MEGALOMANIAC

Your churches plastered inside out with all that precious gear
Gear which if it was to be sold could dry many a tear
You tour the earth in costly wheels at time you stoop so low
To let some low scum kiss your hand at your mobile ego show.

You're alright Jack, ain't gonna look back – MEGALOMANIAC

I never pretended to care about all those in need
I never tried to cover up I'm in it just for me
But someday they'll burn your temples down and strip our churches bare
And lynch you from the nearest tree. . . but I don't think that ill care. . .

You're alright Jack, ain't gonna look back – MEGALOMANIAC

Pray to God man!

cupid stunt
16-05-2008, 09:18 AM
Called Geezerz need excitement by the Streets.

Geezerz need excitement
if their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense
Geezerz need excitement
if their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense

Out the club about three, to the take-away
The shit-in-a-tray merchants, shops got special perchant for the disorderly
Geezerz looking ordinary and a few looking leary
Chips fly round the sound of the latest chart entry
An incendiary waiting to blast
No harm with the contest who can throw the furthest
Behind the counter they look nervous, but
Carry on cutting the finest cuts of chicken from the big spinning stick
Then over flies a chip, flips, and hits you on the back
You spin round on the attack
'•••• you playing at? he looks like a cheshire cat, almost falls down
Your frowns and superman eye lasers don't even register
By now you want to leather this twat
And forever your gonna regret that, your choice of path
So mash his head up and your girls now fed up
But stop to think and it's never gonna be the Jackie Chan scene it could have been to end up

Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense
Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense

So you owe someone money subbing scunny
Best pay me billy - no worries
One-fifty on sunday
But in someway that turns into wednesday
Then goes straight to pay on a hazy evening in the local bar-cafe
What a way. What a way
Just to recap for those at the back, this is everyday tit-for-tat you owe your dealer and
can't pay back fee
Suddenly he's the baddy
So you tell your mates you could have him anyway, to look 'geez'.
But he's a shady ••••, beamer three series, lock, stock and two fat ••••s backing him up
Can't convey enough of his desire for the paper stuff
In a blunt fashion Billy's angry with a passion
So please just accept it ain't happening
And go back to your runnins
'Cos you might get yourself in trouble one of these days

Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense
Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense

Get hold of this bird after pub closing hours
Would your girl like this? No don't think so somehow, in the winter showers
But she'll never know and your face will never show shit
This is how goes it and besides she was well fit
And who could resist
Move up to the next place, a smooth club to flex bass beats and your best mates all down
Nice sound, smirnoff ice round.
MC's clowning, ruud boyz frowning
Everything's sweet everything's tucked-in.
And round here were all downing.
But all of a sudden though, just through the smoke, is your bird laughing and joking with a
bloke?
Ain't just that either, as she moves closer,
Miss-shape what looks like their lover - he's tonguing her.
All rage sweeps up through your torso, your moreso ready to go over and show him whos man
Football fan style
Leave it in the can for a while, cos even as they smile you still got choices
Don't listen to them voices
And at the end of the day you may just have caused this
So leave the forces

Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense
Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense.

foetus eagle
16-05-2008, 09:21 AM
It don't matter who or where you are, if you're on a bus, train, cab or in a car.
If your nose needs picking then go ahead, don't flick the bogies eat them instead.

Pick, pick, pick your nose, but don't wipe it on your clothes, pick your nose and eat it.

If you're standing in a queue or in a shop and your nose starts itching and it won't stop.
Go on and pick it cos it ain't rude, then eat the bogies cos they're good food.

If you're out with you're bird trying to act cool and you're nose needs picking don't be a fool.
Go on and pick it cos it aint rude, then eat bogies cos they're good food.

lanepe
16-05-2008, 09:24 AM
Some of these are quality!

Can we state the name of the artist/band too please.

west country boy
16-05-2008, 09:26 AM
Aztec Camera & Mick Jones - Good Morning Britain

Jock's got a vote in parochia
Ten long years and he's still got her
Paying tax and and doing stir
Worry about it later.
And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold
But it blows us good so weve been told
Music's food till the art-biz folds
Let them all eat culture.

Chorus:
The past is steeped in shame,
But tomorrow's fair game,
For a life thats fit for living
Good morning Britain.

Twenty years and a loaded gun
Funerals, fear and the war ain't won
Paddy's just a figure of fun
It lightens up the danger.
And a corporal sneers at a Catholic boy
And he eyes his gun like a rich man's toy
Hes killing more than celtic joy
Death is not a stranger.

Taffy's times gonna come one day
It's a loud sweet voice and it wont give way
A house is not a holiday
Your sons are leaving home Neil.
In the hills and the valleys and far away
You can hear the song of democracy
The echo of eternity
With a rak-a-rak-a feel.

Chorus

From the Tyne to where the Thames does flow
My English brothers and sisters know
Its not a case of where you go
Its race and creed and colour.
From the police cell to the deep dark grave
On the undergrounds just a stop away
Dont be too black, dont be too gay
Just get a little duller.

But in this green and pleasant land,
Where I make my home, I make my stand
Make it cool just to be a man,
A uniform's a traitor.
Love is international
And if you stand or if you fall,
Just let them know you gave your all,
Worry about it later.

foetus eagle
16-05-2008, 09:30 AM
Sonny's Lettah
-Linton Kwesi Johnson


From Brixton Prison, Jebb Avenue London S.W. 2 Inglan
Dear mama
good day
I hope that when these few lines reach you they may
find you in the best of health
I doun know how to tell ya dis
for I did mek a solemn promise
to tek care a lickle Jim
an try mi bes fi look out fi him

mama, I really did try mi bes
but none a di less
sorry fi tell ya seh, poor lickle Jim get arres
it was de miggle a di rush hour
hevrybody jus a hustle and a bustle
to go home fi dem evenin shower
mi an Jim stan up waitin pon a bus
not causin no fuss

when all of a sudden a police van pull up
out jump tree policemen
de whole a dem carryin baton
dem walk straight up to me and Jim
one a dem hold on to Jim
seh dem tekin him in
Jim tell him fi leggo a him
for him nah do nutt'n
and 'im nah t'ief, not even a but'n
Jim start to wriggle
de police start to giggle

mama, mek I tell you wa dem do to Jim?
mek I tell you wa dem do to 'im?

Dem thump him him in him belly and it turn to jelly
Dem lick 'im pon 'im back and 'im rib get pop
Dem thump him pon him head but it tough like lead
Dem kick 'im in 'im seed and it started to bleed

Mama, I jus couldn't stan up deh, nah do nuttin'

So mi jook one in him eye and him started fi cry
me thump him pon him mout and him started fi shout
me kick him pon him shin so him started fi spin
me hit him pon him chin an him drop pon a bin
- an crash, an dead

More policman come dung
dem beat me to the grung
dem charge Jim fi sus (*for looking suspicious)
dem charge mi fi murdah

mama, doan fret
doan get depress an downhearted
be of good courage
till I hear from you
I remain
Your son,
Sonny

Nelson Muntz
16-05-2008, 09:33 AM
Lots of Squeeze (Chris Difford) songs here and rightly so, but the best growing up lyric of the lot is:

Electric Trains

When I was crowned a mummy's boy by friends I didn't like
I made a meal of trips to school upon my father's bike
I used to sit between his legs, perched on a piece of wood
If it ever rained on us, I'd slip beneath his hood
And at home the radio was on

From Julie Andrews to Jerry Garcia
Life was all fun and games
I was out of my head and underneath my bed
Playing with electric trains

At home the stereo was on
My head was filled with rock
I played a willow cricket bat guitar
And soloed round the clock
My records stacked up in a pile
Collected from the charts
And Top of the Pops

Kneeling with torchlight shining
Before me in my bed
My eyeballs stuck in readers wives
Pubic hairs proudly counted everyday
Manhood took me slowly
Out into the milky way

I chased the girls and made them cry
My hair grew down my back
The passing of my teenage years
Were spent down in the sack
I played guitar and formed a band
I puked up all night long

As people came to sit and stare
While I raced through my songs
The sound of music passed by me
Just like the Grateful Dead

foetus eagle
16-05-2008, 09:35 AM
THE LAST RESORT
"Violence In Our Minds"


I was walking down the road with a dozen pals of mine
Looking for some aggro, just to pass the time
We met this stupid hippy and he tried to run away
But i punched him in the nose just to pass the time of day

[Chorus]
Great big boots, great long laces
Our jeans held up with scarlet braces
Get out of our way or get took for a ride
We've just got violence in our minds
Wake up in the morning, have me ready brek
Drink me cup of Bovril and wring my mothers neck
Strollinto town, beat a Soul Boy black and blue
Put a fruit gum in the meter cos there's •••• all else to do

[Chorus]

We go to football matches, we always have a laugh
Always get some bovver in, before the second half
We have our selve a smashing time, we really have some fun
Especially when the odds are ours 25 to 1, to 1

Big Gav
16-05-2008, 09:36 AM
There was a great song by The Chords called " The British way of life" but I can't find the lyrics to post them

cupid stunt
16-05-2008, 09:37 AM
"The Irony Of It All, The Streets"

Hello, Hello. My names Terry and I'm a law abider
There's nothing I like more than getting fired up on beer
And when the weekends here I to exercise my right to get paralytic and fight
Good bloke fairly
But I get well leery when geezers look at me funny
Bounce 'em round like bunnies
I'm likely to cause mischief
Good clean grief you must believe and I ain't no thief.
Law abiding and all, all legal.
And who cares about my liver when it feels good
Wwhat you need is some real manhood.
Rasher Rasher Barney and Kasha putting peoples backs up.
Public disorder, I'll give you public disorder.
I down eight pints and run all over the place
Spit in the face of an officer
See if that bothers you cause I never broke a law in my life
Someday I'm gonna settle down with a wife
Come on lads lets have another fight

Eh hello. My names Tim and I'm a criminal,
In the eyes of society I need to be in jail
For the choice of herbs I inhale.
This ain't no wholesale operation
Just a few eighths and some Playstations my's vocation
I pose a threat to the nation
And down the station the police hold no patience
Let's talk space and time
I like to get deep sometimes and think about Einstein
And Carl Jung And old Kung Fu movies I like to see
Pass the hydrator please
Yeah I'm floating on thin air.
Going to Amsterdam in the New Year - top gear there
Cause I taker pride in my hobby
Home made bongs using my engineering degree
Dear Leaders, please legalise weed for these reasons.

Like I was saying to him.
I told him: "Top with me and you won't leave."
So I smacked him in the head and downed another Carling
Bada Bada Bing for the lad's night.
Mad fight, his face's a sad sight.
Vodka and Snake Bite.
Going on like a right geez, he's a twat,
Shouldn't have looked at me like that.
Anyway I'm an upstanding citizen
If a war came along I'd be on the front line with em.
Can't stand crime either them hooligans on heroin.
Drugs and criminals those thugs on the penny coloured will be the downfall of society
I've got all the anger pent up inside of me.

You know I don't see why I should be the criminal
How can something with no recorded fatalities be illegal
And how many deaths are there per year from alcohol
I just completed Gran Tourismo on the hardest setting
We pose no threat on my settee
Ooh the pizza's here will someone let him in please
"We didn't order chicken, Not a problem we'll pick it out
I doubt they meant to mess us about
After all we're all adults not louts."
As I was saying, we're friendly peaceful people
We're not the ones out there causing trouble.
We just sit in this hazy bubble with our quarters
Discussing how beautiful Gail Porter is.
MTV, BBC 2, Channel 4 is on until six in the morning.
Then at six in the morning the sun dawns and it's my bedtime.

Causing trouble, your stinking rabble
Boys saying I'm the lad who's spoiling it
You're on drugs it really bugs me when people try and tell me I'm a thug
Just for getting drunk
I like getting drunk
Cause I'm an upstanding citizen
If a war came along I'd be on the front line with em.

Now Terry you're repeating yourself
But that's okay drunk people can't help that.
A chemical reaction inside your brain causes you to forget what you're saying.

What. I know exactly what I'm saying
I'm perfectly sane
You stinking student lameo
Go get a job and stop robbing us of our taxes.

Err, well actually according to research
Government funding for further education pales in insignificance
When compared to how much they spend on repairing
Leery drunk people at the weekend
In casualty wards all over the land.

Why you cheeky little swine come here
I'm gonna batter you. Come here.

Away Day Eagle
16-05-2008, 09:37 AM
Pink Floyd
Time
(Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour) 7:06

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.

palaceporky
16-05-2008, 09:38 AM
SPECIALS

TOO MUCH TOO YOUNG

You know too much, much too young
You're married with a kid
When you could be having fun with me

Oh no, no gimme no more pickni

You've done too much, much too young
And now you're married with a son
When you should be having fun with me

we don't want, we don't want
we don't want no more pickni

Ain't he cute (No he ain't)
He's just another burden on the welfare state

You know too much, much too young
You're married with a kid
When you could be having fun with me

no gimme,no gimme,no gimme no more pickni

Call me immature
Call me a poser
I'd love to spread manure in your bed of roses
Don't want to be rich
Don't want to be famous
But I'd really hate to have the same name as you
(You silly moo)

You've done too much, much too young
You're married with a kid
When you could be having fun with me

gi we de birth control, we no want no pickni
no gimme,no gimme,no gimme no more pickni

You've done too much
much too young
Now you're chained to the cooker
Making currant buns for tea

oh no, no gimme no more pickni

Ain't you heard of the starving millions
Ain't you heard of contraception
Do you really a program of sterilization
Take control of the population boom
It's in your living room
Keep a generation gap
Try wearing a cap

Bartman
16-05-2008, 09:43 AM
Baldy I'm a bit concerned that a song about paedophilia reminds you of growing up in the UK! Anyways

That's Entertainment - The Jam

A police car and a screaming siren -
A pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete -
A baby wailing and stray dog howling -
The screech of brakes and lamp light blinking -

That's Entertainment.

A smash of glass and a rumble of boots -
An electric train and a ripped up 'phone booth -
Paint splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat -
Lights going out and a kick in the balls -

That's Entertainment.

Days of speed and slow time Mondays -
Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday -
Watching the news and not eating your tea -
A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls -

That's Entertainment.

Waking up at 6 a.m. on a cool warm morning -
Opening the windows and breathing in petrol -
An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard -
Watching the tele and thinking about your holidays -

That's Entertainment.

Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes -
Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume -
A hot summer's day and sticky black tarmac -
Fedding ducks in the park and wishing you were far away -

That's Entertainment.

Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight -
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude -
Getting a cab and travelling on buses -
Reading the graffiti about slashed seat affairs

That's Entertainment.

The Misfit
16-05-2008, 09:44 AM
Madness - House of Fun

Good morning miss
Can I help you son?
Sixteen today
And up for fun
I'm a big boy now
Or so they say
So if you'll serve
I'll be on my way

Box of balloons
With the feather-light touch
Pack of party-poppers
That pop in the night
A toothbrush and hairspray
Plastic grin
Miss clay on all corners
Has just walked in

Welcome to the house of fun
Now I've come of age
Welcome to the house of fun
Welcome to the lions den
Temptation's on his way
Welcome to the house of

N-n-n-n-n-n-no no miss
You misunderstood
Sixteen big boy
Full pint in my manhood
I'm up to date
And the date's today
So if you'll serve
I'll be on my way

Welcome to the house of fun
Now I've come of age
Welcome to the lion's den
Temptation's on his way
Welcome to the house of (fun)

I'm sorry son
But we don't stock
Party gimmicks
In this shop
Try the house of fun
It's quicker if you run
This is a chemists
Not a joke shop!

Party hats
Simple enough clear
Comprehende savvy understand
Do you hear?
A pack of party hats
With the coloured tips
Too late!
Gorgon heard gossip
Well hello joe, hello miss clay
Many happy returns from the day

Welcome to the house of fun
Now I've come of age
Welcome to the house of fun
Welcome to the lion's den
Temptation's on his way
Welcome to the house of fun

Welcome to the house of fun...

Little Matt
16-05-2008, 09:45 AM
What a great thread on a grey Friday. Top marks lanepe!

"Razzle In My Pocket" by Ian Dury & The Blockheads

In my yellow jersey, I went out on the nick.
South Street Romford, shopping arcade
Got a Razzle magazine, I never paid
Inside my jacket and away double quick.
Good sense told me, once was enough
But I had a cocky eye on more of this stuff
With the Razzle in my pocket, back to have another peek

Instead of being sneeky I strolled inside,
I put my thieving hand on something rude
I walked right out with a silhouette of nudes
'Hold on sonny' said a voice at my side
'I think you've taken one of my books'
Passers by gave me dirty looks
'Not me mister' I bravely lied

We stopped by the window of a jeweller's shop
'If it's money for your lunch, I'd have given you a loan
Have you got any form, were you on your own?
Round to the station and we'll tell the cops'
'I'm ever so ashamed, it was wicked and rash
Here's the book back, and here's the cash
I never stole before, I promise I'll stop'

'Crime doesn't pay, you've got honest eyes
If we go to the law another thief is born
And I'll get the book back, creased and torn
So return what you've taken and apologise'
I gave him back his nudie book
I said I was sorry, I slung my hook
With the Razzle in my pocket as the second prize

Riccardo
16-05-2008, 09:47 AM
Originally posted by west country boy
Aztec Camera & Mick Jones - Good Morning Britain


Great song, never actually read the lyrics.

foetus eagle
16-05-2008, 09:50 AM
Spongehead - Capitalism


Capitalism is on my dick, capitalism is on my dick,
Capitalism is on my dick, capitalism is on my dick,

Get it off, get it off, get it off, get it off

Big Gav
16-05-2008, 09:50 AM
Sunday morning nightmare- Sham 69

Me dad don't want me coming home late from the disco
And me mum doesn't want me hanging around with the lads
Me brother thinks he looks like John Travolta
And me sister thinks she's Olivia Newton John

It's a Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare

I've been drinking too many pints of lager
I've been getting into to many bleedin' fights
I came home with sick all down me trousers
I've got lovebites all around me neck

I've got a Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare

Don't do it, they won't let us do it
Don't do it, they won't let us do it
Don't do it, they won't let us do it
Don't do it, they won't let us do it

I've got a Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare

Don't tell me dad I've just smashed up his car
And don't tell me mum I've got me bird in the club
Tell my brother not to wear my clothes
And tell me sister to get her boyfriend outta me bed

I've got a Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare

Don't do it, they won't let us do it
Don't do it, they won't let us do it
Don't do it, they won't let us do it
Don't do it, they won't let us do

Elephant with mouse gyp
16-05-2008, 09:51 AM
My Brother Terry Scott

Phorr, there’s something funny round ‘ere. What is it?
Oh, it’s you. Come ‘ere and sit down.
You’re gonna ‘ave the truth told about you and put on record.
‘Ere, please do not sit too close to me, I’ve just ‘ad my breakfast. Thank you.

Who put salt in the sugar bowl? Who put fireworks in the coal?
Who put a real live toad-in-the-’ole? My brother!
Who put jam in mother’s shoe? Who made real caterpillar stew?
Who locked Granddad in the loo? My brother!

My brother said it wasn’t he who put shampoo in Grandma’s tea
My brother said that it was me – my brother’s rotten.
Who squeezed toothpaste round the hall? Who put soot in the baby’s ball?
Who drew things on the garden wall? My brother!

You wanna see what he drew. Phorr, what a surprise.
Nobody knew what it was really, but everybody ‘ad a jolly good idea.
An’ ‘e wrote slogans. “Down with young mothers”, that was one.
‘Cos ‘e don’t think my mum knows ‘ow to brings us up right. I don’t think so either.
You know, every night when we’re wide awake, she make us go to bed.
And then in the morning when we’re fast asleep, she makes us get up.

Whose pet mouse made Auntie shriek? Who ate glue and couldn’t speak?
What clever dick was sick for a week? My brother!
Who keeps maggots in a tin? Plays the twist on ‘is violin?
Who’s been gettin’ at the gin? My brother!

He looks just like a chimney sweep, but dirt, they say, is just skin deep.
I know he’s good when he’s asleep. But you don’t know what he’s dreamin’ about do ya?

Who wouldn’t mind if I ride his bike? Who let’s me shoot his gun if I like?
Who says I’m best at - football, ludo, snakes & ladders, ‘ide & seek,
Chasin’ each other up an’ down the garden, pinching little girls up the ‘igh street.
Well, he’s gotta say I’m best, ‘cos I’m bigger than ‘e is
An’ if ‘e don’t say I’m best at everything, I’ll bash ‘im. Ha Ha.
My lovely, lovely brother.

Come on, come on mate, let’s get you out of ‘ere before you fall down the ‘ole in the middle.
Come on, give us yer ‘and, we’re gonna walk …..
‘Ere, ‘ere, what ‘ave you ‘ad in yer ‘and? ‘Ave yer? Phorr!!

Skin Up
16-05-2008, 09:54 AM
Grandma has got new dentures
To eat the crust on pizza
Been taken out by her daughter
Because she thought she ought'a
The kids are eating snickers
Because they're so delicious
Then there's sticky fingers
And mother looses her knickers

Bank holiday comes six times a year
Days of enjoyment to which everyone cheers
Bank holiday comes with a six pack of beer
....then its back to work a.g.a.i.n.

Bar-b-que is cooking
Sausages and chicken
The patio is buzzing
The neighbours they are looking
John is down the fun pub
Drinking lots of lager
Girls and boys are on the game
All the high streets look the same

The Misfit
16-05-2008, 09:55 AM
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foetus eagle
16-05-2008, 09:56 AM
Open your eyes, you'll get a surprise,
Evil is sweeping the nation,
It's killing your sons and what merely stuns
Is your daughters are out for sensation
When they turn on their morals are gone
They don't really know what they're doing
It's a teenage malaise, a dangerous craze
Leading their bodies to ruin

Reefer madness, has stolen all their souls
Reefer madness, is right out of control
Evil reefer madness is a mind eating troll

Marijuana monster is stalking the streets
He know what he's up to, he know what he eats
He gobbles your body and spits out your mind
If you don't believe it then you must be blind

Reefer madness, has stolen all their souls
Reefer madness, is right out of control
Evil reefer madness is a mind eating troll

Marijuana's real enough
Marijuana's real enough
Marijuana's real enough

“One night I was smoking dope, when I looked at my hand, and I saw that I had eleven fingers, one of these fingers fell from my hand, onto the carpet, crawled across the floor, up on my shelf, inside my piggy bank and stole my stash, stole my stash !”

Reefer madness, has stolen all their souls
Reefer madness, is right out of control
Evil reefer madness is a mind eating troll
Evil reefer madness is a mind eating troll
Evil reefer madness is a mind eating troll

Little Matt
16-05-2008, 09:57 AM
"London" by The Smiths

Smoke lingers round your fingers
Train heave on to Euston
Do you think you've made the right decision this time?
You left your tired family grieving
And you think they're sad because you're leaving
But didn't you see the jealousy in the eyes
Of the ones who had to stay behind?
And do you think you've made the right decision thins time?
You left your girlfriend on the platform
With the really ragged notion that you'll return
But she knows that when he goes he really goes
So do you think you've made the right decision this time?

west country boy
16-05-2008, 09:57 AM
Originally posted by Elephant with mouse gyp
My Brother Terry Scott Excellent.

Bernard Cribbins - Gossip Calypso

Gossip calypso Gossip calypso
Hear all about it yak a yak yak
Every woman up at the window
Giving out the gossip and getting it back

Oh Mrs Brown, well how are you now, I tell you,
I've had a shocking time with Ern and his stomach
Don't talk to me, my Charlie has gone and fallen down the stairs again, saints preserve us
Poor old chap, did he hurt himself well, not as much as
Alf that's my cousin Fred's boy I learnt from Fred,
the doctor said, he'll have to have his kneecaps straight, gor blimey singing

Gossip calypso Gossip calypso
Hear all about it yak a yak yak
Every woman up at the window
Giving out the gossip and getting it back

Mrs Booze, have you heard the news that woman,
you know the very fat one down at the corner
Climbed in a truck, got stuck, they think that they never gonna get her out, do tell me
Well I had a feller round and gave him a pound, to free her with an oxyacetaline welder
Must send along some books, it looks like she's gonna be there quite some time, cor blimey singing

Gossip calypso Gossip calypso
Hear all about it yak a yak yak
Every woman up at the window
Giving out the gossip and getting it back

Oh Mrs Ware I do like your hair who does it,
I go to Madame Pom Pom round by the gas works
With all that fruit, it looks so cute, I can't believe it it's really you, like a film star
Have you heard dear, a little bird has told me Mrs Tate's expecting her seventh
Well glory be, that's three, she's had since Lenny had his tonsils out, cor blimey singing

Gossip calypso Gossip calypso
Hear all about it yak a yak yak
Every woman up at the window
Giving out the gossip and getting it back

chatham_eagle
16-05-2008, 09:58 AM
Riot Van - Arctic Monkeys

"So up rolls a riot van
And sparks excitement in the boys
But the policemen look annoyed
Perhaps these are ones they should avoid

Got a chase last night
From men with truncheons dressed in hats
We didn't do that much wrong
Still ran away though for the laugh
Just for the laugh
And please just stop talking
Cause they won't find us if you do
Oh those silly boys in blue
Well they won't catch me and you

Have you been drinking, son
You don't look old enough to me
I'm sorry, officer
Is there a certain age you're supposed to be
Cause nobody told me

And up rolls the riot van
And these lads just wind the coppers up
They ask why they don't catch proper crooks
They get their address and their names took
But they couldn't care less

Thrown in a riot van
And all the coppers kicked him in
And there was no way he could win
Just had to take it on the chin"

The Misfit
16-05-2008, 09:59 AM
Surprisingly nobody's put this up yet:

Teenage Kicks - The Undertones

Are teenage dreams so hard to beat
Everytime she walks down the street
Another girl in the neighbourhood
Wish she was mine, she looks so good

I wanna hold you wanna hold you tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night

I'm gonna call her on the telephone
Have her over 'cause i'm all alone
I need excitement oh i need it bad
And she's the best, i've ever had

I wanna hold you wanna hold you tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night

I wanna hold you wanna hold you tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night

chatham_eagle
16-05-2008, 10:04 AM
Campaign of hate - The Libertines

"There's a campaign of hate
Its waiting at the school gates
And for what I am aware
Must be what you wrote
What you write, when you swore that you'd swear
To remember why you came
Not to play follow the leader, no no

Poor kids dressing like they're rich (mods!)
Rich kids dressing like they're poor (oh my god)
White kids talking like they're black
I tried it with Charlene
And I spent three days on my back

Oh she said baby...
I like the cut of your J.I.B.
Oh don't believe them when they say
That you don't get nothing for free
It's all for free follow me now

There's a campaign of hate
It's waiting at the school gate
There's a campaign of hate
Its waiting at the school gates
There's a campaign of hate
Its waiting at the school gates
There's a campaign of hate
Its waiting at the school gates(faster!)
There's a campaign of hate
Its waiting at the school gates
There's a campaign of hate
Its waiting at the school gates
There's a campaign of hate"

chatham_eagle
16-05-2008, 10:08 AM
Alright - Supergrass


"We are young, we run green,
Keep our teeth, nice and clean,
See our friends, see the sights, feel alright,
We wake up, we go out, smoke a fag,
Put it out, see our friends,
See the sights, feel alright,

Are we like you?
I can't be sure,
Of the scene, as she turns,
We are strange in our worlds,

But we are young, we get by,
Can't go mad, ain't got time,
Sleep around, if we like,
But we're alright,
Got some cash, bought some wheels,
Took it out, 'cross the fields,
Lost control, hit a wall,
But we're alright,

Are we like you,
I can't be sure,
Of the scene, as she turns,
We are strange in our worlds,

But we are young, we run green,
Keep our teeth, nice and clean,
See our friends, see the sights, feel alright,

Are we like you,
I can't be sure,
Of the scene, as she turns,
We are strange in our world,

But we are young, we run green,
Keep our teeth, nice and clean,
See our friends, see the sights, feel alright."

Shoreditch CPFC
16-05-2008, 10:15 AM
Originally posted by lanepe
Its not really a smiley song though is it? It makes me feel like crying.

So?

For you:

Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
Nobody knows where my Johnny has gone
But Judy left the same time
Why was he holding her hand
When he's supposed to be mine

It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you

Play all my records, keep dancin' all night
Leave me alone for a while
'Til Johnny's dancin' with me
I've got no reason to smile

It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you

(Nobody knows where my Johnny has gone)
(But Judy left the same time)
(So I'll cry, cry, cry if I want to)
(cry, cry, cry if I want to)
(cry, cry, cry if I want to)

Judy and Johnny just walked through the door
Like a queen with her king
Oh what a birthday surprise
Judy's wearing his ring

It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you

It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you

It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you

:o

celery stick
16-05-2008, 10:20 AM
The Clash - Groovy Times

The high street shops are boarded up and the terrace it is fenced in
See-through shields are walled across the way that you came in
But there's no need to get excited, as the lorries bring the bacon in
Cos the housewives are all singing ''groovy times are here again''

They discovered one black Saturday, that mobs don't march they run
So you can excuse the nervous triggerman just this once for jumping the gun
As they were picking up the dead out of the broken glass
''Yes it's number one'', the radio said ''groovy times have come to pass!''

Groovy times
Groovy times
Groovy times

The intake is on the uptake the acceleration's pretty grim
I can remember his first appearance now look what's happened to him
So they put him in a dog suit like from 1964
The king of early evening TV, groovy times forever more

Groovy times
Groovy times
Groovy times

Shoreditch CPFC
16-05-2008, 10:21 AM
Originally posted by chatham_eagle
Campaign of hate - The Libertines


Bloody hell. Wait until Lanepe sees that one :afro:

calne eagle
16-05-2008, 10:26 AM
Originally posted by Elephant with mouse gyp
My Brother Terry Scott


Blimey, you took me back there.

lanepe
16-05-2008, 10:26 AM
Originally posted by Shoreditch CPFC
So?

For you:

Thank you.

So? = Nothing. I wasn't insisting on happy songs and I like the track in question. I was just pointing out to my simian friend that his smiley face wasn't appropriate to da tune.

That is all.

calne eagle
16-05-2008, 10:28 AM
The Kinks Autumn Almanac


From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar,
When the dawn begins to crack.
It's all part of my autumn almanac.
Breeze blows leaves of a musty-coloured yellow,
So I sweep them in my sack.
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.

Friday evenings, people get together,
Hiding from the weather.
Tea and toasted, buttered currant buns
Can't compensate for lack of sun,
Because the summer's all gone.

La-la-la-la...
Oh, my poor rheumatic back
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
La-la-la-la...
Oh, my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.

I like my football on a Saturday,
Roast beef on Sundays, all right.
I go to Blackpool for my holidays,
Sit in the open sunlight.

This is my street, and I'm never gonna to leave it,
And I'm always gonna to stay here
If I live to be ninety-nine,
'Cause all the people I meet
Seem to come from my street
And I can't get away,
Because it's calling me, (come on home)
Hear it calling me, (come on home)

La-la-la-la...
Oh, my autumn Armagnac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
La-la-la-la...
Oh, my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!


Davies

El Aguila
16-05-2008, 10:31 AM
Crass - Chairman of the Bored (available with free complimentary Crass ringtone, on sing 365.com)

Tiring moments, ••••ed up minds,
Empty faces, eyes that are blind.
Flick through the papers, car crash death,
Vacant pages offer no breath.
Of hope, future, possibility,
To those ••••ed up mindless people who haven't got the eyes to see,
That the pages of The Guardian or the pages of The Sun,
Are just a load of ••••••• lies, are just a ••••••• con.
Why do they feed us rubbish? Why do they feed us shit?
Is this really what they think we want? Scrapings from the pit?
Why don't they give us something which isn't just their lies,
Their own particular angle from their own unseeing eyes?

I'm the chairman of the bored, and I'm asking for some truth, truth, truth, truth.
I'm the chairman of the bored, and I'm looking for some proof, proof, proof, proof,
That there's something more than their ••••ed up game,
That their mindless lives and mine aren't the same.
I'm looking for something that I can call my own,
Which ain't a Ford Cortina or a mortgage on a home.
I'm the chairman of the bored, and I'm looking for some truth, truth, truth, truth.
I'm the chairman of the bored, and I'm asking for some proof.

El Aguila
16-05-2008, 10:32 AM
Deer Park _ The Fall

Deer Park

I took a walk down West 11
I had to wade through 500 European punks
At an off-license I rubbed up with some oiks*
Who threw some change on the Asian counter
And asked polite if they could have two lagers
A hospital discharge asked me where he could crash
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type artist ranch
This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Spare a thought for the sleeping promo dept.
They haven't had an idea in two years
Dollars and deutchmarks keep the company on its feet
Say have you ever have a chance to meet
Fat Captain Beefheart imitators with zits?
Who is the King Shag Corpse?
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type minstrel ranch
This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
The young blackies get screwed up the worst
They've gone over to the Hampstead house suss
An English system they implicitly trust
See the A&R civil servants
They get a sex thrill out of a sixteenth of Moroccan
They get a sex thrill out of a sixteenth of Moroccan
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type artist ranch
This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Yes the traffic hasn't changed that much
There's still a subculture I feel adrift of
Yes the traffic hasn't changed that much
There's still a subculture I feel adrift of
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type minstrel ranch
This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type minstrel ranch
This is where loads of punks congregate in the dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type minstrel ranch
This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Hey tourist it wasn't quite like what you thought
Hey Manchester group what wasn't what you thought
Hey Scottish group that wasn't quite like what you thought
Hey Manchester group that wasn't what you thought
Hey Scottish group that wasn't quite like what you thought
Quite like what you thought
Hey Midlands, scooped yer, how d'you ever get the job?
Hey Manchester group from it wasn't quite like what you thought
Quite like what you thought
Guess what
Guess guess guess...
Guess what

foetus eagle
16-05-2008, 10:33 AM
Originally posted by El Aguila
available with free complimentary Crass ringtone



:D

foetus eagle
16-05-2008, 10:41 AM
Exploited - Maggie


Twenty five quid to live on Seven days a week to survive
Five and twenty pictures of the queen You won't see the starvation in her eyes
Twenty five quid to dish out And you're already ten in debt
So with fifteen singles left over The landlord gets the rent

MAGGIE, MAGGIE YOU •••• MAGGIE, MAGGIE YOU ••••
MAGGIE, MAGGIE YOU ••••
MAGGIE MAGGIE MAGGIE MAGGIE YOU ••••••• ••••

Twenty five reasons for trouble Three million mouths to feed
They're destroying your mind and body While they increase their own needs
Twenty five quid of insult Two meals soon kills your health
They want to see you suffer They want to see you dead [

MAGGIE, MAGGIE YOU •••• MAGGIE, MAGGIE YOU ••••
MAGGIE, MAGGIE YOU ••••
MAGGIE MAGGIE MAGGIE MAGGIE YOU ••••••• ••••

calne eagle
16-05-2008, 10:43 AM
Croydon Sensible/Hitchcock

I attended Stanley Tech
in South Norwood Hill
I think it was, oh yeah
where the bronze bust was nicked
let me think, it must've been in my third year
Lying in wait outside Virgo Fidelis
and the Lady Edridge Manor School
I worked at the Fairfield Halls
cleaning toilets, but I understood some day
I'd be back in my own right
giving concerts in my own peculiar way (laughter)
but I kept my rabbit back at home
and I cleaned it every other day
(other day, other day, other day)
and now the time has come to say
farewell Dad with your sardines
and the TV set that I bought
and now the time has come to say
farewell Mum with your baked beans
and the poppadums I never knew

I'll be in Los Angeles
where the famous people never quite get old
yeah, in Los Angeles
where they're all too rich to even feel the cold
but I'll still be dreaming of you Croydon
especially in the cold and rain
(cold and rain, cold and rain, cold and rain)
and now the time has come to say
I'll be winging Croydon way
to the lovely town I once knew
and now the time has come to say
I'll be back another day
saying sod LA, what a day
what a day
what a day
what a day
what a day


The Captain (Ray Burns), of course.

Little Matt
16-05-2008, 10:47 AM
"Suburbia" by the Pet Shop Boys

Lost in the high street, where the dogs run
Roaming suburban boys
Mother's got her hair do to be done
She says they're too old for toys
Stood by the bus stop with a felt pen
In this suburban hell
And in the distance a police car
To break the suburban spell
Let's take a ride and run with the dogs tonight, in suburbia
You can't hide, run with the dogs tonight, in suburbia
Break the window by the town hall
Listen, a siren screams
There in the distance like a roll call
Of all the suburban dreams
Let's take a ride and run with the dogs tonight, in suburbia
You can't hide, run with the dogs tonight, in suburbia

I only wanted something else to do but hang around
I only wanted something else to do but hang around

It's on the front page of the papers
This is their hour of need
Where's a policeman when you need one
To blame the colour TV?
Let's take a ride and run with the dogs tonight, in suburbia
You can't hide, run with the dogs tonight, in suburbia
Suburbia
Where the suburbs met utopia
What kind of dream was this?
So easy to destroy?
Man who are were to blame
For the sins of the past?
These slums of the future?
Suburbia where the suburbs met utopia
Suburbia where the suburbs met utopia

calne eagle
16-05-2008, 10:52 AM
Carter USM '24 minutes from Tulse Hill' is an obvious one. But I can't find the lyrics :(

It resonates to me on at least 3 personal levels. Firstly, when I lived in Camberwell / E Dulwich, I used to go through / change at Tulse Hill frequently. Secondly, I used to play snooker in Tulse Hill. Thirdly, the train DOES go past the house where I was born.

Little Matt
16-05-2008, 10:55 AM
Here you go doc:

If your conscience fails you we can be your guide
The runaway train will take you for a ride
It's an '88 special with automatic doors
Johnny Guitar, tell 'em where it goes
Down the tracks like a thunderstorm
past the house where I was born
Guaranteed and bonafide, a genuine white knuckle ride
We've got smackheads, crackheads, pensioners, pimps,
anonymous alcoholics looking for a drink
So put your feet up, enjoy the show
Twenty four minutes from Tulse Hill let's go

We've got yardies, steamers, parasitic cops
Bostik boys playing chicken in the box,
jackpot crackpots, Summerstown blues
nineteen nervous wrecking crews
Mad alsations, pit-bull terroists,
hammerheaded loan sharks trying out for Jaws 6
BMX bandits breaking all the windows,
you don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows

Twenty four minutes trom Tulse Hill
the driver's dressed in black
He's dead on the dead man's handle
and we ain't coming back

We're going down the tracks and off the page
past the dole, The Silver Blades
Through the flats to the seventh floor
along the walkway to your front door
Up the staircase, down the hall
where daddy bangs you against the wall
and beats your brains in with a tablespoon
AWOPBOPALOOBOPALOPBAMBOOM !

Calling all cars, calling all cars
check all the pubs and raid all the bars
Bring in the rapists, the muggers and thieves
make it safe for the OAP's
House the homeless boys and girls
save the children, feed the world
Then put your feet up, mind the gap
and take it right back to the track Fruit Bat

Twenty four minutes from Tulse Hill
the driver's dressed in black
He's dead on the dead man's handle
and we ain't coming back

We're going down the tracks and on ahead
where skins and angels fear to tread
Up the chimneys, down the drains
through the eyes of hurricanes
From the brothels of Streatham,
to the taking of Peckham
fun, fun, fun,
Here we come!

calne eagle
16-05-2008, 10:57 AM
Good man :p

El Aguila
16-05-2008, 11:00 AM
There aren't many unambiguously beatific versions of an English life, are there? Downbeat times we've lived in.

Here's another one by the Fall, one of the verses written by Jone-zee, you'll be glad to see.

O'er grassy dale, and lowland scene
Come see, come hear, the English Scheme.
The lower-class, want brass, bad chests, scrounge fags.
The clever ones tend to emigrate
Like your psychotic big brother, who left home
For jobs in Holland, Munich, Rome
He's thick but he struck it rich, switch
The commune crap, camp bop, middle-class, flip-flop
Guess that's why they end up in bands
He's the green piece in us all
He's the creep-creep in us all
Condescends to black men
Very nice to them
They talk of Chile while driving through Haslingdon
You got sixty hour weeks, and stone stone toilet back-gardens
Peter Cook's jokes, bad dope, check shirts, lousy groups
Point their fingers at America
Down pokey quaint streets in Cambridge
Cycles our distant ••••••• heritage
Its a gay red, roundhead, army career, grim head
If we was smart we'd emigrate

hilairehair
16-05-2008, 11:05 AM
I’m against the ‘80s
I don’t care what you say
I’m against the ‘80s
you don’t listen to me anyway
well I’m for the ‘70s –oh- and for the ‘90s too
yeah I’m against the ‘80s
girl look what they’ve done to you

I made a new sound and they put it underground
it was a thunderbolt crash
they said it’s never going to last
in the ‘80s
we’re victims of the ‘80s
yeah you and me girl
deflated by the ‘80s
getting caught up in its social whirl

you should have seen me in the ‘70s
I was different then
oh but those times have gone
and they ain’t never coming back again
so I formed myself a band and I toured it ‘round the land
I took a look around there was nothing going down in the ‘80s

remember in the ‘70s
when we were at school
hangin’ out with the older boys
bending all the little rules
remember in the ’73
yeah you and me
in a little wood
leaning up against the tree
if the truth’s to be told then we were 12 years old
they say crime doesn’t pay but it surely did that day
in the ‘70s, yeah yeah

yeah I’m against the ‘80s
duran duran,
fake make-up boys
the rum-runner clan

I knew you when you were at school
you were nothing then,
and when you left the band you were nothing again
you bought yourself a farm
and you looked about as calm
as a man who’s going to freak ‘cause an earthquake’s hit his
street

in the ‘80s
well I’m against the ‘80s
bands that couldn’t play
I’m against the ‘80s
singers with nothing to say

you heard it on the radio
you saw it on the tv
you still went and bought it though – aah it amazes me
you wouldn’t know know style if it ran you up the aisle
you couldn’t spot a star if he came within a mile of the ‘80s

I’m looking forward to the ‘90s
yeah I’ve got a new girl
we’re into ravesignal III
‘cos “we’re in love with the modern world”

I’m sick of winklepicker kids
mary chain debris
I’ve just had enough of that,
nah it doesn’t interest me

I’ve made a new sound
this ain’t going underground
it’s a thunderbolt crash
concerns the future and the past
but not the ‘80s
no not the ‘80s
we’re talkin' 'bout the ‘80s.

calne eagle
16-05-2008, 11:17 AM
Originally posted by El Aguila
There aren't many unambiguously beatific versions of an English life, are there? Downbeat times we've lived in.


A very astute observation.

lanepe
16-05-2008, 11:32 AM
Or is it just that disaffected youth, pain and disappointment etc make for much better and moving subject matter?

The Blues seems to sum this point up nicely.

There is a place for light summer songs about the world looking peachy but I suppose the lyrics are not always memorable in all of them.

Little Matt
16-05-2008, 11:34 AM
Thanks again lanepe. This thread has inspired me to blast out the Jam's greatest hits in the office, cheering us all up. :p

firesign
16-05-2008, 11:39 AM
Yet another Jam song - Strange Town (first single I bought)


Found myself in a strange town
Though I've only been here for three weeks now
I've got blisters on my feet
Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
I bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
But when you ask in a strange town
They say don't know, don't care
And I've got to go, mate

They worry themselves about feeling low
They worry themselves about the dreadful snow
They all ignore me 'cause they don't know
Am I really a spaceman from those UFOs

You've got to move in a straight line
You've got to walk and talk in four four time
You can't be weird in a strange town
You'll be betrayed by your accent and manners

You've got to wear the right clothes
Be careful not to pick or scratch your nose
You can't be nice in a strange town
'Cause we don't know, don't care
And we got to go, man

Rush my money to the record shops
I stop off in a back street
Buy myself a snort
We got our own manifesto
Be kind to queers
And I'm so glad the revolution's here
It's nice and warm now!

I've finished with clubs where the music's loud
'Cause I don't see a face in a single crowd
There's no one there
I look in the mirror
But I can't be seen
Just a thin, clean layer of Mister Sheen
Looking back at me
Oh, oh

Found myself in a strange town
Though I've only been here for three weeks now
I've got blisters on my feet
Trying find a friend in Oxford Street

I bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
When you ask in a strange town
They say don't know, don't care
And I've got to go, mate

They worry themselves about feeling low
They worry themselves about the dreadful snow
They all ignore me 'cause they don't know
Am I really a spaceman from those UFOs

Strange town

Break it up
Baby don't shake it up
Break it up

west country boy
16-05-2008, 11:40 AM
The Housemartins - Get Up Off Our Knees

Famines will be famines, banquets will be banquets
Some spend winter in a palace, some spend it in blankets
Dont wag your fingers at them and turn to walk away
Dont shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot today
Time to end the praying
Listen what they're saying

Get up off your knees
You can wag your finger till your fingers sore
Shake your head till it shakes no more

Paupers will be paupers, bankers will be bankers
Some own pennies in a jar, some own oil tankers
What may sound like tomorrow could be ours today
Theres no more need for sorrow if we get off our knees to pray

Time to end the praying
Listen what they're saying

Get up off your knees
You can wag your finger till your fingers sore
Shake your head till it shakes no more

Countries will be countries, borders will be borders
Some have lost their folks at war, some have given orders
Don't wag your fingers at them and turn to walk away
Don't shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot today

Time to end the praying
Listen what they're saying

KentExpress
16-05-2008, 12:03 PM
The whole of Quadrophenia by The Who.

Can not list the lyrics, as there are many to mention. Get the original 1973 album, not the film version. The original album is one of the finest rock albums of all time.

ElwissAtMemphis
16-05-2008, 01:22 PM
Not one of their more famous ones, but this is one of the more appropriate Clash numbers. Stay Free (written by Mick Jones I think)


We met when we were in school
Never took no shit from no one, we weren't fools
The teacher says we're dumb. We're only having fun
We piss on everyone ... in the classroom

When we got thrown out I left without much fuss
At weekends we'd go dancing, down Streatham on the bus
You always made me laugh. Got me in bad fights
Play me pool all night ... smokin' menthol

I practised daily in my room
You were down The Crown planning your next move
Go on a nicking spree. Hit the wrong guy
Each of you get three ... years in Brixton

I did my very best to write
How was Butlins ? Were the screws too tight?
When you lot get out. We're gonna hit the town
We'll burn it f**kin' down ... to a cinder

Cos years have passed and things have changed and I move anyway I wanna go
I'll never forget the feeling I got when I heard that you'd got home
And I'll never forget the smile on my face cos I knew where you would be
And if you're in The Crown tonight, have a drink on me
But go easy ... step lightly ... stay free

foetus eagle
16-05-2008, 01:30 PM
I'm sitting in this cell for something I didn't do
And all I can think of is baby I think of you
Don't worry baby coming back for you

There's gonna be a borstal breakout
There's gonna be a borstal breakout
There's gonna be a borstal breakout
There's gonna be a borstal breakout

Now I've got the chance I don't care about what I do
When I done them things I done them just for you
And now I'm getting out coming back for you

There's gonna be a borstal breakout
There's gonna be a borstal breakout
There's gonna be a borstal breakout
There's gonna be a borstal breakout

Well now I'm over the wall I'm nearly home
I'm coming through that door coming back to you
Now I'm nearly home nearly back for you

There's gonna be a borstal breakout
There's gonna be a borstal breakout
There's gonna be a borstal breakout
There's gonna be a borstal breakout

working eagle
16-05-2008, 02:03 PM
Billy Bragg New England

I was twenty one years when I wrote this song
I'm twenty two now, but I won't be for long
People ask when will you grow up to be a man
But all the girls I loved at school
are already pushing prams

I loved you then as I love you still
Tho I put you on a pedestal,
They put you on the pill
I don't feel bad about letting you go
I just feel sad about letting you know

I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
I'm just looking for another girl
I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
I'm just looking for another girl

I loved the words you wrote to me
But that was bloody yesterday
I can't survive on what you send
Every time you need a friend

I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them but they were only satellites
Is it wrong to wish on space hardware
I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care

I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
I'm just looking for another girl

working eagle
16-05-2008, 02:05 PM
And this one by Billy Bragg reminds me more than anything of what it was being a teenaged boy

I'll never forget the first day I met her
That September morning was clear and fresh
The way she spoke and laughed at my jokes
And the way she rubbed herself
Against the edge of my desk
She became a magic mystery to me
And we'd sit together in double
History twice a week
And some days we'd walk the same way home
And it's surprising how quick
A little rain can clear the streets
We dreamed of her and compared our dreams
But that was all that I ever tasted
She lied to me with her body you see
I lied to myself 'bout the chances I'd wasted


The times we were close
Were far and few between
In the darkness at the dances in the school canteen
Did she close her eyes like I did
As we held each other tight
And la la la la la la la la means I love you


She danced with me and I still hold that memory
Soft and sweet
And I stare up at her window
As I walk down her street
But I never made the first team,
I just made the first team laugh
And she never came to the phone
She was always in the bath
I had to look in the dictionary
To find out the meaning of unrequited
While she was giving herself for free
At a party to which I was never invited


I never understood my failings then
And I hide my humble hopes now
Thinking back she made us want her
A girl not old enough to shave her legs

loz
16-05-2008, 02:59 PM
This land is your land and this land is my land
From the dirty water of the river Thames
To the rusting cranes of the tee another tyne
The land that's choking with wires and plugs
Strangles with fences and stuck with knives
Was this land made for you and me?

This town is your town and this town is my town
From the derelict slums that are dirty and grey
To the house on the hill in the private estate
The places nice kids would never go
To the places no-one else has the right to go
Was this land made for you and me?
Made for you and me

This street is your street and this street is my street
From the broken phone box where the gangs all meet
To the glass on the path that cuts your feet
To the neighboors next door who refuse to speak
??? To the cope in the hunter doing its bleak ???
Was this land made for you and me?

It's your world too you can do what you want
It's your world too, it's your world too...

loz
16-05-2008, 03:08 PM
We're talking into corners
Finding ways to fill the vacuum
And though our mouths are dry
We talk in hope to hit on something new
Tied to the railway track
It's one way to revive but no way to relax

We're just bored teenagers
Looking for love
Or should I say emotional rages
Bored teenagers
Seeing ourselves as strangers

We talk about the whys and wherefores
Do we really care at all?
Talk about the frailty of words
Is rarely meaningful
When we're sitting watching the 'planes
Burn up through the night like meteorites

We're just bored teenagers
Looking for love
Or should I say emotional rages
Bored teenagers
Seeing ourselves as strangers

Bored teenagers

Fountainhead
16-05-2008, 04:13 PM
Badly Drawn Boy - Born In The U.K. lyrics

Then you see it happen again
The world turned over
Wouldn't it be something to live
Your Life On Mars
Or at least demanding
Of some kind of masquerade

I never never ever believed
In things uncertain
Hanging round the corner
Just when do you start doing time
In the case of I, my, me and mine
October Nineteen sixty nine

Where were you in Seventy Six
The long hot summer
You wanna be a rebel
Then turn your hosepipes on
With two years to wait
For the sound of Jilted John

Virginia Wade was winning our hearts
She made us want to live
Vicious and his brothers
Were trying to set us free
But much more than this to you and me
This was the Silver Jubilee

We made something out of nothing
A sense of loathing and belonging

Some of us were gonna be rich
With the Iron Lady
Lennon's gone already
Let's post the boys to war
Oh mother, what're you worrying for
It's somewhere he's not been before

Then you see the Union Jack
And it means nothing
But somehow you know
That you will find your own way
It's a small reminder every day
That I was born in the U.K.

Big Gav
16-05-2008, 04:20 PM
Stiff Little Fingers- At the edge

Back when I was younger they were talking at me
Never listened to a word I said
Always yap yap yapping and complaining at me
Made me think I'd be better of dead
I don't want to talk about it
I don't want to hear no lip
Take your share don't shout about it
That's your lot remember you're a kid

They would always teach me that to swear was a sin
Always speak your mind but not aloud
Think of something that you want to do with your life
Nothing that you like that's not allowed
I've no time to talk about it
All your stupid hopes and dreams
Get your feet back on the ground son
It's exams that count not football teams


(Chorus:)
And I'm running at the edge of their world
They're criticising something they just can't understand
Living on the edge of their town
And I won't be shot down

Taught me to defend myself and to be a man
How to kick someone and run away
Gave me everything that any young man could need
But don't understand why I won't stay
Here's your room and here's your records
Here's your home and here you'll stay
Here's somewhere I don't believe in
Wish someone would take it all away

chatham_eagle
16-05-2008, 04:25 PM
Underground Heroes - Chasing A Buzz:

"I felt like shit when i woke up
even though i had the time of my life
was a messy mess messed up weeked
couldnt finish with a better night
you said you would come and see me
now i know thats just a big lie
and its really unfair when you said you dont care
when we chased the buzz that night

i told all my mates that your sorted
and they all think your really quite fit
and i still wanna shout when i see you
even though you make me look like a tit
it would be good to go out chasing
on another night out on the piss
but its best left where it was and i know this because
it really is time i should quit

i dont see you hanging around here anymore
i dont see you anymore

that night was a one night only
thats fine by me
my outfit is ripped to pieces
thanks for the memories
that night was a one night only
thanks for the memories
you spend the night just chasing the buzz
whilst i was just chasing the tears

i forget all the times i was with you
till the next time you send me a text
and then i get all built up and thoughtful
and i end up in a big mess
and i hope that i never see you
and i hope that i see you again
and everythings just fine and i loved the time
and i loved that night the best

i dont see you hanging around here anymore
i dont see you anymore

that night was a one night only
thats fine by me
my outfit is ripped to pieces
thanks for the memories
that night was a one night only
thanks for the memories
you spend the night just chasing the buzz
whilst i was just chasing the tears

i felt like shit when i woke up
even though i had the time of my life
was a messy mess messed up weeked
couldnt finish with a better night
you said you would come and see me
now i know thats just a big lie
and its really unfair when you said you dont care
when we chased the buzz that night

that night was a one night only
thats fine by me
my outfit is ripped to pieces
thanks for the memories
that night was a one night only
thanks for the memories
you spend the night just chasing the buzz
whilst i was just chasing the tears"

calne eagle
16-05-2008, 04:29 PM
Originally posted by ElwissAtMemphis
Not one of their more famous ones, but this is one of the more appropriate Clash numbers. Stay Free (written by Mick Jones I think)


Actually my favourite Clash song. I play it to death.

:lux: :p

calne eagle
16-05-2008, 04:32 PM
And I have to congratulate lanepe for starting a magnificent thread. :p

Psychokiller
16-05-2008, 05:00 PM
I find the singer utterly offensive but it's a good song:

You leave in the morning
With everything you own
In a little black case
Alone on a platform
The wind and the rain
On a sad and lonely face

Mother will never understand
Why you had to leave
But the answers you seek
Will never be found at home
The love that you need
Will never be found at home

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.

Pushed around and kicked around
Always a lonely boy
You were the one
That theyd talk about around town
As they put you down

And as hard as they would try
Theyd hurt to make you cry
But you never cried to them
Just to your soul
No you never cried to them
Just to your soul

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.

Cry , boy, cry...

You leave in the morning
With everything you own
In a little black case
Alone on a platform
The wind and the rain
On a sad and lonely face

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.

Psychokiller
16-05-2008, 05:01 PM
A city freeze get on your knees
Pray for warmth and green paper
A city drought, you’re down and out
See your trousers don’t taper
Saddle up kick your feet
Ride the range of a London street
Travel to a local plane
Turn around and come back again

And at the chime of a city clock
Put up your road block
Hang on to your crown
For a stone in a tin can
Is wealth to the city man
Who leaves his armour down

Stay indoors beneath the floors
Talk with neighbours only
The games you play make people say
You’re either weird or lonely
A city star won’t shine too far
On account of the way you are
And the beads around your face
Make you sure to fit back in place

And at the beat of a city drum
See how your friends come in twos,
Or threes or more
For the sound of a busy place
Is fine for a pretty face
Who knows what a face is for

The city clown will soon fall down
Without a face to hide in
And he will lose if he won’t choose
The one he may confide in
Sonny boy with smokes for sale
Went to ground with a face so pale
And never heard about the change
Showed his hand and fell out of range

In the light of a city square
Find out that face that’s fair
Keep it by your side
When the light of the city falls
You fly to the city walls
Take off with your bride

But at the chime of a city clock
Put up your road block
Hang on to your crown
For a stone in a tin can
Is wealth to the city man
Who leaves his armour
Down

Maidstoned Eagle
16-05-2008, 05:07 PM
Hey sucker
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker
(Now there's nothing you can do)

Well I hadn't seen your face around town awhile,
So I greeted you, with a knowing smile,
When I saw that girl upon your arm,
I knew she won your heart with a fatal charm.
I said "Soul Boy, let's hit the town!"
I said "Soul Boy, what's with the frown?"
But in return, all you could say was
"Hi George, meet my fiancee"

Young Guns,
Having some fun
Crazy ladies keep 'em on the run.
Wise guys realize there's danger in emotional ties.
See me, single and free
No tears, no fears, what I want to be.
One, two, take a look at you
Death by matrimony!

Hey sucker,
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker!
(Now there's nothing you can do.)

A married man? you're out of your head
Sleepless nights, on an H.P. bed
A daddy by the time you're twenty-one
If your happy with a nappy then you're in for fun.
But you're here-
And you're there
Well there's guys like you just everywhere
Looking back on the good old days?
Well this young gun says CAUTION PAYS!

Chorus

Young Guns,
Having some fun
Crazy ladies keep 'em on the run.
Wise guys realize there's danger in emotional ties.
See me, single and free
No tears, no fears, what I want to be.
One, two, take a look at you
Death by matrimony!

I remember when he such fun and everthing was fine,
I remember when we use to have a good time,
Partners in crime.
Tell me that's all in the past and I will gladly walk away,
Tell me that you're happy now,
Turning my back-
Nothing to say!

"Hey tell this jerk to take a hike,
There's somethin' 'bout that boy I don't like"
"Well sugar he don't mean the things he said"
"Just get him outta my way, 'cause I'm seeing red
We got plans to make, we got things to buy
And you're wasting time on some creepy guy"
"Hey shut up chick, that's a friend of mine,
Just watch your mouth babe, you're out of line"

OoooooH!

GET BACK
HANDS OFF
GO FOR IT!
GET BACK
HANDS OFF
GO FOR IT!

(Repeat Chorus)
(return to top)

Maidstoned Eagle
16-05-2008, 05:08 PM
Hey everybody take a look at me,
I've got street credibility,
I may not have a job,
But I have a good time,
With the boys that I meet "down on the line"

I DON'T NEED YOU
So you don't approve,
Well, who asked you to?
HEY, JERK YOU WORK
This guy's got better things to do
HELL
I ain't never gonna work, get down in the dirt
I choose, to cruise
Gonna live my life, sharp as a knife
I've found my groove and I just can't lose
I'm style from head to toe
Cool cat flash gonna let you know
I'm a soul boy - I'm a dole boy -
Take pleasure in leisure, I believe in joy!

[CHORUS:]
WHAM!
BAM!
I AM!
A MAN!
JOB OR NO JOB
YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT I'M NOT
DO!
YOU!
ENJOY WHAT YOU DO?
IF NOT
JUST STOP!
DON'T STAY THERE AND ROT!

Party nights, and neon lights
We hit the floors, we hit the heights
Dancing shoes, and pretty girls
Boys in leather kiss girls in pearls!
Hot - damn! Everybody, let's play!
So they promised you a good job - NO WAY!
One, two, three, rap!
C'mon everybody, DON'T NEED THIS CRAP!

[CHORUS]

IF YOU'RE A PUB MAN
OR A CLUB MAN
MAYBE A JET BLACK GUY WITH A HIP HI-FI
A WHITE COOL CAT WITH A TRILBY HAT
MAYBE LEATHER AND STUDS IS WHERE YOU'RE AT
MAKE THE MOST OF EVERY DAY
DON'T LET HARD TIMES STAND IN YOUR WAY
GIVE A WHAM GIVE A BAM BUT DON'T GIVE A DAMN
'COS THE BENEFIT GANG ARE GONNA PAY!

Now reach up high and touch your soul
The boys from Wham! will help you reach that goal
It's gonna break your mama's heart (so sad)
It's gonna break your daddy's heart (too bad)
Just throw the dice and take my advice
'Cos I know that you're smart
Can you dig this thing? (YEAH!)
Are you gonna get down? (YEAH!)
Say Wham! WHAM!
Say Bam! BAM!

[CHORUS x3]

Do you wanna work
Are you gonna have fun
Do you wanna be a jerk
Are you gonna stay young

Everybody say WHAM!
Say BAM!
Everybody say WHAM!
Say WHAM! BAM

Psychokiller
16-05-2008, 05:09 PM
I'll show you them now, those boys without cares.
Who'd swapped dirty pictures and talked during prayers.
They grew up with wisdom they'd stored from "those days"
Nobody told them to get in they must change.
I'll show you them now. Come with me and
I'll show you them now.
The teachers laughed with them class idiot style.
After all they weren't their kids so why should they mind.
Boyish good looks held the wrath back a while.
Then they were drummed in and thumped in and soon left behind.
Alcoholics, child molesters, nervous wrecks and prima donnas
Jilted lovers, office clerks, petty thieves, hard drug pursuers.
Lonely tramps, awkward misfits, oh anyone of these.
Mortgaged up families looked at first too mundane.
But it's funny how with help all the lucky ones changed.
Some of them couldn't, there had to be more.
Music, I dunno, films, something special perhaps.
I'll show you them now, come with me
And I'll show you them now.
It's so hard to picture dirty tramps as young boys.
But if you see a man crying, hold his hand, he's my friend.
If these words sound corny, switch this off, I don't care.
Nearby he's still crying, I won't smile while he's there.
Nearby he's still crying. I won't smile while he's there.

Maidstoned Eagle
16-05-2008, 05:09 PM
In my yellow jersey, I went out on the nick.
South Street Romford, shopping arcade
Got a Razzle magazine, I never paid
Inside my jacket and away double quick.
Good sense told me, once was enough
But I had a cocky eye on more of this stuff
With the Razzle in my pocket, back to have another peek

Instead of being sneeky I strolled inside,
I put my thieving hand on something rude
I walked right out with a silhouette of nudes
'Hold on sonny' said a voice at my side
'I think you've taken one of my books'
Passers by gave me dirty looks
'Not me mister' I bravely lied

We stopped by the window of a jeweller's shop
'If it's money for your lunch, I'd have given you a loan
Have you got any form, were you on your own?
Round to the station and we'll tell the cops'
'I'm ever so ashamed, it was wicked and rash
Here's the book back, and here's the cash
I never stole before, I promise I'll stop'

'Crime doesn't pay, you've got honest eyes
If we go to the law another thief is born
And I'll get the book back, creased and torn
So return what you've taken and apologise'
I gave him back his nudie book
I said I was sorry, I slung my hook
With the Razzle in my pocket as the second prize

Psychokiller
16-05-2008, 05:10 PM
He'll be your taxloss lover from liverpool
Taxloss lover if the truth be told
Taxloss lover still lives in the war
Taxloss lover touching 74
Ah, come back to me
We want your money, taxloss
We think you are stupid
We give you money cos our assets are fluid yeah
Well sell you down the river
Just remember that we said wed deliver you

Sign on the line and well give you the money
And then youll be mine and well fly somewhere sunny
And youll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory
Youre a taxloss, come back to me
We want your money, taxloss

Hell be your taxloss lover and his name is bert
Taxloss lover and hes always a flirt
Your taxloss lover into kinky sex
Your taxloss lover wears a cracking dress

Sign on the line and well give you the money
And then youll be mine and well fly somewhere sunny
Youll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory
Were a taxloss, come back to me
We want your money, taxloss

Sign on the line and well give you the money
And then youll be mine and well fly somewhere sunny
And youll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory
A taxloss, come back to me
We want your money, taxloss

Taxloss, mod rock
Junk pop, chart hop
Mop top, swap shop
Whod you nick your cliche off

foetus eagle
17-05-2008, 10:08 PM
My Uncle Charlie is a cynical man
And his wifes a touch skeptical, too.
They've got one of those stickers
In the back of their van; it says:
We've seen the prices at the zoo.
Well today I knocked upon their door
And said that I was passing,
And charlie launched a scathing attack.
When I asked him what I'd done, he said
"You stupid bastard! We live in a cul-de-sac!"

Went to Darlene's party; it was fancy dress.
I just stuck an apple in my face.
I saw a chap who obviously was out to impress,
Reckoned he'd beat Gagarin into space.
He said "Hi there {? souls! ?}
Like I'm sorry I'm late!
But I was getting done up
As a mobile thrash acetate!"
Me, I got bored
So I went home,
Got into bed,
And came to the conclusion...

There is nothing better in life
Than writing on the sole of your slipper with a biro
There is nothing better in life
Than writing on the sole of your slipper with a biro
There is nothing better in life
Than writing on the sole of your slipper with a biro
There is nothing better in life
Than writing on the sole of your slipper with a biro
On a Saturday Night instead of going to a pub

DJ Laz
17-05-2008, 10:22 PM
The Chords - British Way of Life, "I swallow my dreams, like my beer" !!

Great tune: Great band.

But for any Charlton mugs out there, of course, Beck - Loser.

Embassy No.1
17-05-2008, 10:27 PM
This town, is coming like a ghost town
All the clubs have been closed down
This place, is coming like a ghost town
Bands won't play no more
too much fighting on the dance floor

Do you remember the good old days
Before the ghost town?
We danced and sang,
And the music played inna de boomtown

This town, is coming like a ghost town
Why must the youth fight against themselves?
Government leaving the youth on the shelf
This place, is coming like a ghost town
No job to be found in this country
Can't go on no more
The people getting angry

This town, is coming like a ghost town
This town, is coming like a ghost town
This town, is coming like a ghost town
This town, is coming like a ghost town

KYLIE MINEAGLE
19-05-2008, 08:00 AM
Can't remember all the lyrics or who it's by.

I'll ave two pints of lager and a packet of crisps......

Anybody fillin the rest.

loz
19-05-2008, 08:27 AM
Splodgenessabound, it was the b side of a song called Simon templer,
You got the lyrics there allready.

Psychokiller
19-05-2008, 08:28 AM
Lifting the mask from a local clown
Feeling down like him
Seeing the light in a station bar
And travelling far in sin
Sailing downstairs to the Northern Line
Watching the shine of the shoes
Hearing the trials of the people there
Who’s to care if they lose

Take a look you may see me on the ground
For I am the parasite of this town

Dancing a jig in a church with chimes
A sign of the times today
Hearing no bell from the steeple tall
People all in dismay
Falling so far on a silver spoon
Making the moon for fun
Changing a rope for a size too small
People all get hung

Take a look you may see me coming through
For I am the parasite who travels two by two

When lifting the mask from a local clown
And feeling down like him
And I’m seeing the light in a station bar
And travelling far in sin
And I’m sailing downstairs to the Northern Line
Watching the shine of the shoes
And hearing the trials of the people there
Who’s to care if they lose

Take a look you may see me on the ground
For I am the parasite of this town
And take a look you may see me in the dirt

For I am the parasite who hangs from your skirt

KYLIE MINEAGLE
19-05-2008, 11:19 AM
Originally posted by loz
Splodgenessabound, it was the b side of a song called Simon templer,
You got the lyrics there allready.

Yeah tried to see if it was on you tube,but all they had was a rendition of "two little boys"

sw16girl
19-05-2008, 11:52 AM
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Clouds a drifting across the moon
Cats a prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl in the street at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I'm going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Will chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

chatham_eagle
19-05-2008, 11:54 AM
Originally posted by sw16girl
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Clouds a drifting across the moon
Cats a prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl in the street at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I'm going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Will chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town


:lux: :lux: :lux:

foetus eagle
19-05-2008, 12:49 PM
Unemployments rising
In the Chigley end of town.
And it's speading like pneumonia;
Doesn't look like going down.
There's trouble at the fire station;
Someone's had the sack.
And the lads are going to launch a scheme
To get rid of Captain Flack.

Tell PC McGarry
To get himself a mate.
And arm themselves with C. S. Gas
They're gonna be out late.
We've had calm conformers in since 1966.
And now subversions in the air
In the shape of flying bricks!

Chorus:
Someone get a message through
To Captain Snort
That they better start assembling
The boys from the fort.
Keep Mrs. Honeyman right out of sight,
'Cause there's gonna be riot
Down in Trumpton Tonight.

All this aristocracy
Has really got to stop.
We'll overthrow the surgery
And kidnap Doctor Mop
And Chigley Militant Socialists
Will storm the market square
And make plans to assassinate
Our autocratic mayor!

Windy Militant rages past
With Corn grinders to war
With windmill sails and bombs with nails
They smash the town hall door.
But Snorty and the boys arrive
With one big erstwhile crew
Whereupon they bring about
A military coup.

Someone get a message through
To Captain Snort
That they better start assembling
The boys from the fort.
Keep Mrs. Honeyman right out of sight,
'Cause there's gonna be riot
Down in Trumpton Tonight.

Someone get a message through
To Captain Snort
That they better start assembling
The boys from the fort.
Keep Mrs. Honeyman right out of sight,
'Cause there's gonna be riot
Down in Trumpton Tonight.

stevek
19-05-2008, 12:53 PM
There was one in the gang
who had scalectrix
and because of that
he thought he was better than you
every day after school
you'd go around there to play him
hoping to compete for some kind championship
And it always took about 15 billion hours to set the track up
And even when you did, the thing never seemed to work

It was a dodgy transformer, again and again.
It was a dodgy transformer, again and again.
It was a dodgy transformer, again and again.
It was a dodgy transformer, that cost 3 pound 10.

So he sent his doting mother
up the stairs with the stepladder
to get the Subbuteo
out of the loft
it had all the accessories
required for that big-match atmosphere
the crowd and the dugout
the floodlights too
and you'd always get palmed off
with a headless centre-forward
and a goal-keeper with no arms
and a face like his

and he'd managed to get hold of
a Dukla-Prague Away Kit
'cause his uncle owned a sport shop
and he'd kept it to one side
and after only five minutes
you'd be down to ten men
as hed sent off your right back
for taking the base from under his left-winger
come to half-time, you were losing, four-nil
each and every goal, a hotly disputed penalty
so you smash up the floodlights
and the game was abandoned
and the dog would bark
and you'd be banned from his house
and your travelling army
of synthetic supporters
would be taken away from you
and thrown in the bin.

and now he's working
in a job with a future
he hands me my Giro
every two weeks.
and me, I'm on the lookout
for a proper transformer

citizen sane
19-05-2008, 01:07 PM
The Specials - Friday night / saturday morning.

Out of bed at eight AM
Out my head by half past ten
Out with mates and dates and friends
That's what I do at weekends

I can't talk and I can't walk
But I know where I'm going to go
I'm going watch my money go
At the Locarno

When my feet go through the door
I know what my right arm is for
Buy a drink and pull a chair
Up to the edge of the dance floor

Bouncers bouncing through the night
Trying to stop or start a fight
I sit and watch the flashing lights
Moving legs in footless tights

I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning

I like to venture into town
I like to get a few drinks down
The floor gets packed the bar gets full
I don't like life when things get dull

The hen party have saved the night
And freed themselves from drunken stags
Having fun and dancing
In a circle round their leather bags

I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning

But two o'clock has come again
It's time to leave this paradise
Hope the chip shop isn't closed
Cos' their pies are really nice

I'll eat in the taxi queue
Standing in someone else's spew
Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
Instead of piss stains on my shoes

I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning

I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning

eddieskyclad
19-05-2008, 01:38 PM
Not sure how this will go down round these parts but if you ever want to know what living on a council estate on Teesside is like then I suggets you give this tune a listen. The lyrics are a bit ripe but then so is life in a council estate on Teesside ;)

Anyways I'll let you make your own mind up but I say it's absolute genius.

The Street Anthem by Chris Waite & Jaz (http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/7/27/1300669/00.%20The%20Street%20Anthem%20fe.mp3)


Chris Waite Productions. Jaz.
This goes out to the council estates.
Pally Park, Brambles Farm, North Ormesby, Thorntree, Park End.

Let me tell you for a bit, it won't take long
I promise you should feel honoured that I chose to rap
XXX perfotrate his eardum just for this track
We've come to give you the best we're nothing more nothing less
I suggest that you lay back and open your mind
And study my rhymes these are the signs of the times
It's the North East where the sun never shines
In dark-end a Council Estate on Teesside
A place where girls earrings are the size of dinner plates
With a gobby mouth and get pregnant just to get a house
Trap bloke and then kick him out
The parents go out and get pissed to avoid the kids this is real sh*t
XXX get bought on a daily basis
By chavs with the tracky bots and Air Max Trainers
With socks rolled up massive peacaps and XXX
Odds up they're up to no good
If it's not nailed down then their tekin' it son
We go to local pub just to buy drugs of heavy men
And junkies nick razorblades and sell 'em for heroin
F*ckin' sick of tellin' them to all p*ss off
And if they're not sticking needles in their veins they're smoking rocks
And the b*tches are worse cause they're smoking c*cks
And then they end up sharing needles and they end up in a box
I know for a fact that the North East loves me
The lads eat kebabs and parmo's more than p*ssy
You'll be very lucky to find a virgin round here
XXX beyond a joke now so we're buying more beer
I'm trying to make these words sincere, wait for the next step
Coz the gun culture hasn't happened round here yet
And it's only a matter of time and when it does
Then this coucil estate will be covered in blood
So I guess it's up to us though to choose the right path
Coz none of us want to be laying down in the bloodbath

Noth East.
Teesside.
I'll show you what it's like round here in these parts.

We've got industrial estates left, right and centre
The town centres full of C***s on a Saturday night bender
Public order offenders are given grief to peace
We're all products of the council estates in which we live
Stolen motorbikes are everywhere getting rode by kids
That are to young to grow facial hair and they don't wear helmets
I'm telling it like it is
There's coke dealers tripping over themselves trying offer you tick
And if you take then you're f*cked next week
Up shit creak without a paddle
Stuck in sh*t street you're trying to haggle.
I need a saviour, just an excuse for my behaviour
Do me a favour come on man it's nothing major
It's only the queens head on a little bit of paper
I'll give it to you later mate you've got my word
I'm not running scared trust me mate you'll get what you deserve
People get hurt here all the time
I'm just the one big enough to admit it in my rhymes
From the Cleveland Centre all the way down to the Riverside
There's a long line of people just waiting to get high
With a high rate of crime on estates I stake my claim
I'm real like British Steel hip hop Angel of the North
And these London based rappers are really f*cking me off
I'm just trying to do what they do
So why the f*ck is it so difficult for rappers like me to break through

North East.
Teesside.
I'll show you what it's like round here on these parts...

Salisbury
19-05-2008, 01:44 PM
Dr Feelgood - All Through the City.....

Canvey Island and all that.


Stand and watch the towers burning at the break of day
Steadily slowing down, been on my feet since yesterday
Gotta get a move on tryin´ to find a man I know
Money in my pocket, looking for a place to go

I've been searching all through the city
See you in the morning down by the Jetty

Streets are full of signs, arrows pointing everywhere
Parks are full of people trying to get a breath of air
Listen to the weatherman praying for a drop of rain
Look into the sky, the sky is full of aeroplanes

I've been searching all through the city
See you in the morning down by the Jetty

Walking in the main drag pass the afternoon away
The sun is going down, the streets are still as bright as day
See the shiny cars driving round detecting crime
Hear the sirens wail, the cops are only killing time

I've been searching all through the city
See you in the morning down by the Jetty

I've been searching all through the city
See you in the morning down by the Jetty
I've been searching all through the city
See you in the morning down by the Jetty
I've been searching, I've been a searching for you
(to fade)

Psychokiller
19-05-2008, 01:46 PM
Originally posted by eddieskyclad
The lads eat kebabs and parmo's more than p*ssy


Can I just say that a parmo is probably the vilest thing I've eaten in my life, and they used to be forced on me every time we went to visit relatives up that way. Absolutely disgusting.

Salisbury
19-05-2008, 01:49 PM
Ian Dury...

Hello, playmates
Here's a little London song
All about a young man's adventures in the big city
Here we go

Billy Bentley, go to London early in the day
Half a quid, mate
Stand to reason
Hold your horses
How's your father?
Well, cor blimey
Wotcha, cheeky
Move along there
See the show, sir
Nice time, ducky
You'll be lucky
Billy Bentley he’s a caution, have a pleasent stay

Billy Bentley, take take a farther in the afternoon
Down the Grove
Up the Archway
Kilburn High Road
Dalston Junction
Clapham Common
Ealing Broadway
Cambridge Circus
Hyde Park Corner
Covent Garden
I Beg you pardon
Billy Bentley, golden platter and a dirty spoon

Billy Bentley, day in London soon to disappear
Shocking headache
Well despondent
Starving hungry
Bleedin’ taters
What a karma
Double lonely
••••••• Ada
All my marbles
Charming weather
Bloody clever
Billy Bentley, all the winners don't you like it here?

eddieskyclad
19-05-2008, 01:54 PM
Originally posted by Psychokiller
Can I just say that a parmo is probably the vilest thing I've eaten in my life, and they used to be forced on me every time we went to visit relatives up that way. Absolutely disgusting. I'm not one for parmo's myself but it's difficult to avoid them up here... still you surely have to agree that the lyric in question is bloody genius at work :p

Anyways how yummy does this look?
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/b9/Meat_feast_parmo.jpg/800px-Meat_feast_parmo.jpg

Psychokiller
19-05-2008, 01:59 PM
Thanks Eddie, you've just brought back a sickening childhood memory. I think they're part of what made me become vegetarian. Absolutely disgusting.

chatham_eagle
19-05-2008, 02:01 PM
"Welcome everyobody to the Medway towns
Where the girls wear scrunchies and big gold clowns"

Or something like that.

SexualChocolate
19-05-2008, 02:04 PM
Originally posted by eddieskyclad
I'm not one for parmo's myself but it's difficult to avoid them up here... still you surely have to agree that the lyric in question is bloody genius at work :p

Anyways how yummy does this look?
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/b9/Meat_feast_parmo.jpg/800px-Meat_feast_parmo.jpg

WTF is on that? Is it bacon, pepperoni and egg? Or cheese? on chips?

Psychokiller
19-05-2008, 02:06 PM
That, Mr Chocolate, is a Parmo, a Teeside delicacy.

lanepe
19-05-2008, 02:17 PM
What are the ingredients in a Parmo?

Looks like chips, with a bucket load of melted cheese, and then some sort of egg, ham & tomato combo thrown on top.

eddieskyclad
19-05-2008, 02:38 PM
Parmo's are basically fried chicken or ham covered with batter, cheese, breadcrumbs and some kind of sauce thing.

Some of the pizza shops round here serve literally hundreds of different varieties and there's even a Parmo World Championship (http://www.thenorthernecho.co.uk/mostpopular.var.1908438.mostviewed.parmo_king_is_c rowned.php).

The chips are just a side dish ;)

Maybe we should start a parmo thread and it might just inspire a new food type in South London :p
http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g79/leigh-alix/DSC01595.jpg

Fountainhead
19-05-2008, 03:25 PM
GOLDIE LOOKIN CHAIN

"Roller Disco"

The first time that I met my mate
Was in the roller rink where I went to skate
It was early in the decade around '83
Back then Maskell's was the place to be

Pay two quid for your entry fee
I glide into the arena, ecstasy
When you were seven you didn't realise
Most of the adults were stoned out of their eyes

Some jacked up on the seats around the edge
Others were so fcuked that they turned into veg
I didn't care cos I made my pledge
Rollskating at Maskell's got respect

I used to listen to Public Enemy
Erik B and Rakim and BVSMP
But before that, in 1983
I'd go breakdancing after my tea

Down the youth club, eating the fruit pastels
Saturday morning I'd go down to Maskell's
It was my favourite place to go
Dancing all day at the Rollerdisco

ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-nineteen eighty three

When Maskells is over it's out on your bike
Doing bunny hops and wheelies if you like
Nicking from the shop and comparing your Nike
Dropping bricks onto trains was a delight

Then I'd find a weak kid and have a fight
Use your pocket money to buy a head band for the night
From Fussels, Newport's health-sports store
This is the stuff I used to do before draw

Paul Hardcastle, ne-ne-nineteen
Was always played on the rollerdisco scene
I would listen to music 'til I went deaf
Skating around backwards to Axel F

Even back then I was still wearing gold
They had an ice rink upstairs, so I was told
It was ecstasy going round a pillar
Doing a special dance to Michael Jackson's Thriller

You-You-You-You-You-You-You-You-You •••••' knows it

ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-nineteen eighty three

Eating cola cubes and watching Grange Hill
Riding my chopper to the Chip shop in Pill
I didn't know words like Cunny or Vag
Getting my 200 metres swimming badge

Back then you were seven, I was eight
I only just started to masturbate
When I was in school the days went slow
Cos I was dreaming of a •••••' rollerdisco

I didn't smoke, I didn't drink booze
I collected star wars stickers and bubble gum tattoos
Stuck 'em on my face cos it made me feel hard
Then popped into the shop to buy some football cards

Finished the album, Panini '83
Get back home in time for the A-Team and tea
Then watch Bullseye, and Saint and Greavsie
Then go to bed, 'til tomorrow, see?

I watch the A-Team and Airwolf too
Before I found drugs and started sniffing glue
Riding round the lane on my Grifter or my Chopper
Even back then I was a hip-hopper

ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-nineteen eighty three

Psychokiller
19-05-2008, 03:28 PM
A Salvation Army band played
And the children drank lemonade
And the morning lasted all day,
All day
And through an open window came
Like Sinatra in a younger day,
Pushing the town away
Ah -

(Chant)
Ah hey ma ma ma
Life in a northern town.

They sat on the stoney ground
And he took a cigarette out
And everyone else came down
To listen.
He said "In winter 1963
It felt like the world would freeze
With John F. Kennedy
And the Beatles."

(Chant)
Ah hey ma ma ma
Life in a northern town.
Ah hey ma ma ma
All the work shut down.

The evening had turned to rain
Watch the water roll down the drain,
As we followed him down
To the station
And though he never would wave goodbye,
You could see it written in his eyes
As the train rolled out of sight
Bye-bye.

(Chant)
Ah hey ma ma ma
Life in a northern town.
Ah hey ma ma ma
Life in a northern town.

working eagle
20-05-2008, 11:33 AM
Originally posted by Psychokiller
A Salvation Army band played
And the children drank lemonade
And the morning lasted all day,
All day
And through an open window came
Like Sinatra in a younger day,
Pushing the town away
Ah -

(Chant)
Ah hey ma ma ma
Life in a northern town.

They sat on the stoney ground
And he took a cigarette out
And everyone else came down
To listen.
He said "In winter 1963
It felt like the world would freeze
With John F. Kennedy
And the Beatles."

(Chant)
Ah hey ma ma ma
Life in a northern town.
Ah hey ma ma ma
All the work shut down.

The evening had turned to rain
Watch the water roll down the drain,
As we followed him down
To the station
And though he never would wave goodbye,
You could see it written in his eyes
As the train rolled out of sight
Bye-bye.

(Chant)
Ah hey ma ma ma
Life in a northern town.
Ah hey ma ma ma
Life in a northern town.

Thats so weird I had a dream last night where the chorus of that song kept coming on every time i Turned on the TV

the digger
15-06-2008, 12:18 AM
Originally posted by lanepe
We need some lyrics. I don't recognise the last two.

I know its taken me some time, but like CC I have Awesome and I have found my quarry:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1YPH39b5uF4&feature=related

PeterH
15-06-2008, 05:49 PM
Pulling Mussels From A Shell - Squeeze