My tale is a weird one. 'Twas found long ago,
In a book on my grandpappy's shelf,
So hush while I tell it, and don't make a sound,
'Cos I'd like to hear it myself.
It was writ in the days when the Yukon was rich,
And the miners got drunk every night.
It was writ all in red, by my old Uncle Jed,
'Cos he was the one as could write.
Now the story begins with a quarrel, one night,
Between Jed and his pretty wife, Nell.
She'd lost all his dough at the gambling saloon,
And one of her garters as well.
Now Nell was a gal with a wonderful shape.
She could hit a spittoon at ten paces.
When she went on the town, she wore a tight gown,
And was seen in all the right places.
Well, she'd come home that night, just a little bit tight,
And she threw off her clothes in disgust.
"What's the matter?" said Jed, and she drunkenly said
As she undid her corset, "You're bust!"
Now Jed knew what she meant: all his gold she had spent,
And he sat there awhile, making faces,
Then as she bent over to unlace her boots,
He gave her a belt, with his braces.
Nell gave a great jump, with her hand to her rump,
And a yell all Alaska could hear,
Then she made a quick run, and she snatched up Jed's gun,
And she poked it inside of Jed's ear.
"That's the finish," said Nell, "I've had all I can take.
Do you hear me? Get out of my sight!"
Well, old Jed could hear, and the gun in his ear
Made him hear even better that night.
So he quitted the shack, and he never looked back,
And he set out to search for more gold;
But his luck it was out, and he wandered about,
Till at last he was dying of cold.
So he dragged himself into a nearby saloon,
Which was known as the "Barrel of Glue."
It was one of those joints where the men are all men,
And most of the women are, too.
The place was a gambling hell, it was clear.
Every man jack was betting and boozing.
Three miners were winning a strip-poker game,
And a girl with no clothes on was losing.
Jed sat down at a table and bought himself in
By producing his very last dollar;
And he started to deal with hope in his heart,
And three aces under his collar.
And he won thick and fast; when the evening was past,
He owned all the gold on the table,
As well as six mines, and a three-quarter share
In a Mexican showgirl called Mabel.
Then in walked Black Lou, with a sackful of gold,
And he challenged poor Jed, with a leer.
"One cut and one call, and the winner takes all,
And the loser must buy all the beer!"
What could Jed do? He hated Black Lou,
As everyone did in those parts;
So Jed shuffled the cards, and both players cut,
And both players cut Ace of Hearts!
Then up jumped Black Lou, and his face went bright blue,
(Which astonished a passing physician)
And he used a foul word that no one had heard
Since the time of the Great Exhibition.
"You cheated, you swine!" said Lou with a whine,
As he grabbed Uncle Jed round the neck;
And he started to squeeze, 'til Jed dropped to his knees,
And with one final wheeze, hit the deck.
The whole saloon froze as Black Lou drew his gun
"Alright, stranger!" said he, "Have it your way."
When in rushed a woman... and as Lou turned round,
She spat straight in his eye, from the doorway.
It was Nell! There she stood, and she really looked good
As she grabbed Jed, and rushed him outside
And they didn't stop running for seven long miles,
Till they found themselves some place to hide.
'Twas a room booked by Nell in a sleazy hotel,
A dollar-a-night double-roomer.
It was built out of driftwood, and named "The Savoy"
By some guy with a quick sense of humour.
Well, they flopped on the bed. "Thank the Lord," said old Jed.
"My gambling days are behind me,
But I'm puzzled, dear Nell, and I want to hear tell,
How in hell's name you managed to find me?"
"I've been wandering too, all around, just like you,"
Said Nell, "and the thought makes me wince;
And the reason, my dear, was that whack on the rear.
I just ain't sat down, ever since."
And they lay there awhile, then Jed, with a smile
Said, "I'll never more leave this old town.
We'll find peace, you and I," but he got no reply,
For young Nell was a-sleeping, face down.
Wednesday, 14 August 2019
STUTTERING BUM
Mary Lou, I'm a-callin’ you up on the telephone
To say thanks for coming to the dance with me and letting me take you home.
I'm sorry I seemed so nervous and started to stammer and sweat,
But it s-started as soon as I s-saw you and I ain't got over it yet.
I stared at your great big b-b-b-b-b-beautiful blue-green eyes.
I wondered if you f-f-f-f-f-flirted with all the guys.
When you smiled, I nearly sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shot right out the door,
‘Cause I’d never seen such pretty little t-t-t-t-t-teeth before.
I ain’t y-usually a bashful boy; I’ve took out other gals.
I’ve kissed ‘em on the b-b-b-b-backdoor step and p-p-p-p-promised to be pals,
But since I first caught sight of you on the Brownsville buggy ride,
Why I’ve become a s-stutterin’ bum and my tongue’s perpetually t-tied.
My c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-collar gets awful tight
When I f-f-f-f-f-feel you close as I did last night.
I get a funny feeling in my b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-brain,
And I can't w-w-wer till I p-p-p-per; I j-just gotta see you again.
She said she'd see me Saturday and I put down the phone.
My tongue is back to normal now, now I'm once more alone,
But next time that I meet her on Saturday night around ten,
You can b-bet your b-bottom dollar I'll be a st-stutterin' bum again.
I'll grab her by the b-b-b-b-b-barn and p-p-p-push her inside.
I'll take my c-courage in both hands and ask her to be my b-bride;
And if she holds my c-c-clammy hand and tells me that she would,
I'll f-f-f-f-f-fetch a preacher right away and that'll cure my stutter for good.
To say thanks for coming to the dance with me and letting me take you home.
I'm sorry I seemed so nervous and started to stammer and sweat,
But it s-started as soon as I s-saw you and I ain't got over it yet.
I stared at your great big b-b-b-b-b-beautiful blue-green eyes.
I wondered if you f-f-f-f-f-flirted with all the guys.
When you smiled, I nearly sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shot right out the door,
‘Cause I’d never seen such pretty little t-t-t-t-t-teeth before.
I ain’t y-usually a bashful boy; I’ve took out other gals.
I’ve kissed ‘em on the b-b-b-b-backdoor step and p-p-p-p-promised to be pals,
But since I first caught sight of you on the Brownsville buggy ride,
Why I’ve become a s-stutterin’ bum and my tongue’s perpetually t-tied.
My c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-collar gets awful tight
When I f-f-f-f-f-feel you close as I did last night.
I get a funny feeling in my b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-brain,
And I can't w-w-wer till I p-p-p-per; I j-just gotta see you again.
She said she'd see me Saturday and I put down the phone.
My tongue is back to normal now, now I'm once more alone,
But next time that I meet her on Saturday night around ten,
You can b-bet your b-bottom dollar I'll be a st-stutterin' bum again.
I'll grab her by the b-b-b-b-b-barn and p-p-p-push her inside.
I'll take my c-courage in both hands and ask her to be my b-bride;
And if she holds my c-c-clammy hand and tells me that she would,
I'll f-f-f-f-f-fetch a preacher right away and that'll cure my stutter for good.
Abou Ben Adhem
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?"The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?"The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
RAILROAD MAN
They told me when I left the jailhouse:
"Now, try to go straight if you can,"
Now I'm doin' fine ‘cause I'm on a straight line,
A-workin' for the railroad man, O Lord,
A-workin' for the railroad man.
They said: "Lay tracks for the railroad,
‘Cause steam means speed and power,"
So I'm doin' my best and I'm traveling west
About fifteen feet an hour, O Lord,
About fifteen feet an hour.
I crouched all night layin’ track down,
And the wind on my back made me choke,
And I felt that the bottom had fell out of my life
Till I found that my braces had broke, O Lord,
I found that my braces had broke.
Somebody stole my hammer but I still gotta earn my bread,
And life ain't so grand when you're standing on your hands
A-drivin' in the rivets with your head, O Lord,
Driving in the rivets with your head.
There's a curve in the track up yonder I think it's the beginning of the end.
I've tried going straight, but sad to relate,
I think I'm goin round the bend, O Lord. I think I'm a-going round the bend.
"Now, try to go straight if you can,"
Now I'm doin' fine ‘cause I'm on a straight line,
A-workin' for the railroad man, O Lord,
A-workin' for the railroad man.
They said: "Lay tracks for the railroad,
‘Cause steam means speed and power,"
So I'm doin' my best and I'm traveling west
About fifteen feet an hour, O Lord,
About fifteen feet an hour.
I crouched all night layin’ track down,
And the wind on my back made me choke,
And I felt that the bottom had fell out of my life
Till I found that my braces had broke, O Lord,
I found that my braces had broke.
Somebody stole my hammer but I still gotta earn my bread,
And life ain't so grand when you're standing on your hands
A-drivin' in the rivets with your head, O Lord,
Driving in the rivets with your head.
There's a curve in the track up yonder I think it's the beginning of the end.
I've tried going straight, but sad to relate,
I think I'm goin round the bend, O Lord. I think I'm a-going round the bend.
UP CAT POLE CAT
Up cat, polecat, juniper tree,
Lying in the yard with a belly full of watermelon,
Don't pick cotton and I don't plant grass,
Out in the open sittin’ on my corn patch.
Down in Louisiana where the corn is high,
Keep a-jumpin’ up to see the gals pass by.
Down by the river where the bullrush grows
Watch the gals swimmin’ there without no hesitation
Met Mary Ellen by the old barn door.
I know just what she's a-waitin’ for.
Up in the loft where the oil lamp flickers,
I lost my heart and she lost her parasol.
Annie was kissed by the preacher's son.
She said to him: "Now what you been an' gone an' done?"
He said: "I'm at the end o’ my wits
Ever since the time I grabbed you by the currant bushes.
Down in Louisiana where the nights are gay,
The owls are trained to look the other way.
Down on the beach when the nights are black,
You'll find all the young girls lying on their best behaviour
Townsfolk come here, try to settle down.
Pretty soon it's gonna be a great big town.
We'll build a lot o’ roads an' houses an' then
They'll all have to move to the country again
Lying in the yard with a belly full of watermelon,
Don't pick cotton and I don't plant grass,
Out in the open sittin’ on my corn patch.
Down in Louisiana where the corn is high,
Keep a-jumpin’ up to see the gals pass by.
Down by the river where the bullrush grows
Watch the gals swimmin’ there without no hesitation
Met Mary Ellen by the old barn door.
I know just what she's a-waitin’ for.
Up in the loft where the oil lamp flickers,
I lost my heart and she lost her parasol.
Annie was kissed by the preacher's son.
She said to him: "Now what you been an' gone an' done?"
He said: "I'm at the end o’ my wits
Ever since the time I grabbed you by the currant bushes.
Down in Louisiana where the nights are gay,
The owls are trained to look the other way.
Down on the beach when the nights are black,
You'll find all the young girls lying on their best behaviour
Townsfolk come here, try to settle down.
Pretty soon it's gonna be a great big town.
We'll build a lot o’ roads an' houses an' then
They'll all have to move to the country again
If You’ve Only Got a Moustache
All of you poor single men don’t ever give up in despair,
For there’s always a chance while there’s life to capture the hearts of the fair,
No matter what may be your age You always may cut a fine dash,
You will suit all the girls to a hair if you’ve only got a moustache,
A moustache, a moustache,if you’ve only got a moustache.
No matter for manners or style no matter for birth or for fame,
All these used to have something to do with young ladies changing their name,
There’s no reason now to despond or go and do any thing rash,
For you’ll do though you can’t raise a cent if you’ll only raise a moustache!
A moustache, a moustache if you’ll only raise a moustache.
Your head may be thick as a block and empty as any foot-ball,
Your eyes may be green as the grass your heart just as hard as a wall.
Yet take the advice that I give You’ll soon gain affection and cash,
And will be all the rage with the girls if you’ll only get a moustache,
A moustache, a moustache if you’ll only get a moustache.
I once was in sorrow and tears because I was jilted you know,
So right down to the river I ran to quickly dispose of my woe,
A good friend he gave me advice and timely prevented the splash,
Now at home I’ve a wife and ten heirs and all through a handsome moustache,
A moustache, a moustache and all through a handsome moustache.
For there’s always a chance while there’s life to capture the hearts of the fair,
No matter what may be your age You always may cut a fine dash,
You will suit all the girls to a hair if you’ve only got a moustache,
A moustache, a moustache,if you’ve only got a moustache.
No matter for manners or style no matter for birth or for fame,
All these used to have something to do with young ladies changing their name,
There’s no reason now to despond or go and do any thing rash,
For you’ll do though you can’t raise a cent if you’ll only raise a moustache!
A moustache, a moustache if you’ll only raise a moustache.
Your head may be thick as a block and empty as any foot-ball,
Your eyes may be green as the grass your heart just as hard as a wall.
Yet take the advice that I give You’ll soon gain affection and cash,
And will be all the rage with the girls if you’ll only get a moustache,
A moustache, a moustache if you’ll only get a moustache.
I once was in sorrow and tears because I was jilted you know,
So right down to the river I ran to quickly dispose of my woe,
A good friend he gave me advice and timely prevented the splash,
Now at home I’ve a wife and ten heirs and all through a handsome moustache,
A moustache, a moustache and all through a handsome moustache.
If You've Only Got a Moustache
You men who long for love, you mustn't all despair
There's a secret you should know to capture the hearts of the fair.
You may not have the looks.You may not have the dash.
But to win yourself a girl If you only got a moustache
A moustache, a moustache if you only got a moustache.
You may be common folk without a hint of pride.
But you needing to be a king to make any maiden a bride.
You may not have the name You may not have the cash
But you'll make that girl your own. if you only got a moustache
A moustache, a moustache If you only got a moustache.
You may be big and fat or uglier than sin all the ladies shut you out,
you wondering how to get in well here is my advice for how to make a splash
You can have your pick of girls If you only got a moustache, a moustache, a moustache
If you only got a moustache, a moustache, a moustache, a moustache, big moustache thick moustache
My moustache, your mustache, say the word, the word Moustache: A moustache, a moustache.
Now we both have said moustache a moustache, a moustache if you only got a moustache
There's a secret you should know to capture the hearts of the fair.
You may not have the looks.You may not have the dash.
But to win yourself a girl If you only got a moustache
A moustache, a moustache if you only got a moustache.
You may be common folk without a hint of pride.
But you needing to be a king to make any maiden a bride.
You may not have the name You may not have the cash
But you'll make that girl your own. if you only got a moustache
A moustache, a moustache If you only got a moustache.
You may be big and fat or uglier than sin all the ladies shut you out,
you wondering how to get in well here is my advice for how to make a splash
You can have your pick of girls If you only got a moustache, a moustache, a moustache
If you only got a moustache, a moustache, a moustache, a moustache, big moustache thick moustache
My moustache, your mustache, say the word, the word Moustache: A moustache, a moustache.
Now we both have said moustache a moustache, a moustache if you only got a moustache
Monday, 12 August 2019
Aldershot Brass Band
Barker: Evening Jack and how are you?
Corbett: Fine how's yourself-
Barker: Don't ask me.
Barker: Mavis put me on a diet, she says if my tum gets bigger, I'll be too fat to reach the drum, Jack, and lot's of other things as well.
Barker: Tell me how's your love life Jack?
Corbett: Full of the joys of Spring mate-
Barker: Is it still that six-foot brunette, the one with the enormous...
Corbett: Yes her name is Mary Jane, she works at the mattress factory she says life like a bed is what you make it, as long as you take it lying down.
Corbett: Where did you get that hat?
Barker: I got it from the stores, isn't it a little one I think it must be yours-
Corbett: I have got a big one-
Barker: I'm quite sure of that.
Corbett: I didn't mean my flaming head-
Barker: And I didn't mean your hat.
Corbett: Old Herbert's drunk again, he's well away. He's got a bottle with a rubber tube poked down his trousers. He sits then plays away-
Barker: With any luck, we'll all get showered with scotch if he decides to blow instead of suck.
Corbett: I don't half fancy a drink myself.
Barker: They should put beer on the national health.
Corbett: You'd see a different show tonight, the band would get hissed and Mozart and Liszt-
Barker: You're probably right.
Barker: As soon as we both finish here, why don't we have a meal round the Chinese, or else I shall go off me nut, 'cause my stomach thinks my throat's been cut.
Corbett: I'd much rather go round the pub, to refloat my kidney that is sinking, I don't want to fill up with grub, that little space that I've reserved to pour some drink in.
Corbett: Ain't it a pity the pubs in the city all close at half past ten, if I had the power they'd close for an hour and open up again. I could get chronic on vodka and tonic til anytime I like, and while the policeman watched me car I'd nip home on his bike.
Barker: How I'd love to eat anything I wanted, bangers and beans, and enormous lumps of fried bread, then choppered chips, and steak and kidney pies, by a girl who loves cooking who's big and good-looking whose dumplings are double the size-
Both: -and then we'd all have a damn good time!
Barker: All peaches and cream-
Corbett: Then vodka and lime
Both: To eat and drink and to be in prime, enough is enough let's go and get stuffed together.
Barker: Prawn chopped suet and a chicken fritter-
Corbett: Large Drambuie and a pint of bitter, Corkscrews and waiters-
Barker: Roast potatoes, hurry up and finish with these bleeding gladiators-
Corbett: Weak Pea Picker, a Napoleon Brandy, two dry sherries and a half a shandy-
Barker: I'll run-a-muck, two crispy duck!
Corbett: Wishing you the best of luck
Barker: Herbert's drunk so much he can hardly stand-
Corbett: I have got a rather similar occasion planned.
Both: So before it all gets out of hand, it's goodnight from the boys in the band!
Corbett: Fine how's yourself-
Barker: Don't ask me.
Barker: Mavis put me on a diet, she says if my tum gets bigger, I'll be too fat to reach the drum, Jack, and lot's of other things as well.
Barker: Tell me how's your love life Jack?
Corbett: Full of the joys of Spring mate-
Barker: Is it still that six-foot brunette, the one with the enormous...
Corbett: Yes her name is Mary Jane, she works at the mattress factory she says life like a bed is what you make it, as long as you take it lying down.
Corbett: Where did you get that hat?
Barker: I got it from the stores, isn't it a little one I think it must be yours-
Corbett: I have got a big one-
Barker: I'm quite sure of that.
Corbett: I didn't mean my flaming head-
Barker: And I didn't mean your hat.
Corbett: Old Herbert's drunk again, he's well away. He's got a bottle with a rubber tube poked down his trousers. He sits then plays away-
Barker: With any luck, we'll all get showered with scotch if he decides to blow instead of suck.
Corbett: I don't half fancy a drink myself.
Barker: They should put beer on the national health.
Corbett: You'd see a different show tonight, the band would get hissed and Mozart and Liszt-
Barker: You're probably right.
Barker: As soon as we both finish here, why don't we have a meal round the Chinese, or else I shall go off me nut, 'cause my stomach thinks my throat's been cut.
Corbett: I'd much rather go round the pub, to refloat my kidney that is sinking, I don't want to fill up with grub, that little space that I've reserved to pour some drink in.
Corbett: Ain't it a pity the pubs in the city all close at half past ten, if I had the power they'd close for an hour and open up again. I could get chronic on vodka and tonic til anytime I like, and while the policeman watched me car I'd nip home on his bike.
Barker: How I'd love to eat anything I wanted, bangers and beans, and enormous lumps of fried bread, then choppered chips, and steak and kidney pies, by a girl who loves cooking who's big and good-looking whose dumplings are double the size-
Both: -and then we'd all have a damn good time!
Barker: All peaches and cream-
Corbett: Then vodka and lime
Both: To eat and drink and to be in prime, enough is enough let's go and get stuffed together.
Barker: Prawn chopped suet and a chicken fritter-
Corbett: Large Drambuie and a pint of bitter, Corkscrews and waiters-
Barker: Roast potatoes, hurry up and finish with these bleeding gladiators-
Corbett: Weak Pea Picker, a Napoleon Brandy, two dry sherries and a half a shandy-
Barker: I'll run-a-muck, two crispy duck!
Corbett: Wishing you the best of luck
Barker: Herbert's drunk so much he can hardly stand-
Corbett: I have got a rather similar occasion planned.
Both: So before it all gets out of hand, it's goodnight from the boys in the band!
Polly Wolly Doodle
Now my little sister Polly she is really very jolly she went out and bought a dog the other day
Its a poodle and its wooly and she pulls it on a pulley singing polly's wooly poodle all the way
People popped into the parlour to see polly's wooly poodle with a bowl of chicken noodle on a tray
Saying Polly dearest poodle please your pretty little poodle she was popular with people right away.
Sad to say, came the day Polly's reputation fell completely flat
When the parson and his daughter sang the parting of the water
Polly's poodle did a puddle on the mat.
Way down upon the Swanee River, I met Kate McGuire,
Two onions and a pound of liver, that's how she won my desire.
She knew just how to cook my dinner, oh hush my mouth,
No chance of ever getting thinner, down in the deep fried south.
All the steaks were rich and fatty, all the beans were tinned.
That's why my heart is burning ever, that's why I'm 'gone with the wind'.
I looked cross the water and what did I see lying on the seafront at home
A girl with a bust that measured 63 looked like St Peters in Rome.
Her name was Harriot, a stripper at the Hippodrome.
Swing low, sweet Harriet took four men to carry her home
Its a poodle and its wooly and she pulls it on a pulley singing polly's wooly poodle all the way
People popped into the parlour to see polly's wooly poodle with a bowl of chicken noodle on a tray
Saying Polly dearest poodle please your pretty little poodle she was popular with people right away.
Sad to say, came the day Polly's reputation fell completely flat
When the parson and his daughter sang the parting of the water
Polly's poodle did a puddle on the mat.
Way down upon the Swanee River, I met Kate McGuire,
Two onions and a pound of liver, that's how she won my desire.
She knew just how to cook my dinner, oh hush my mouth,
No chance of ever getting thinner, down in the deep fried south.
All the steaks were rich and fatty, all the beans were tinned.
That's why my heart is burning ever, that's why I'm 'gone with the wind'.
I looked cross the water and what did I see lying on the seafront at home
A girl with a bust that measured 63 looked like St Peters in Rome.
Her name was Harriot, a stripper at the Hippodrome.
Swing low, sweet Harriet took four men to carry her home
COUNTRY HEAVEN
An old country singer lay dying
At the end of a long, weary life,
And he lay with his loved ones around him:
Three dogs, seven horse, and a wife.
"O Mary, the voices are calling.
They're calling and telling me to go,
But before I set out on my journey,
There one thing that I gotta know:
Do they play country music in Heaven?
Are there still four square beats to a bar?
Can I find a backing group amongst the angels?
Can I swap my plucking harp for a guitar?
'Cos I can't, I just can't leave my music.
It's the thing that has served me so well;
So if I can't play my music in Heaven,
I'll go play my music in Hell."
And with that, he lay back on his pillow
With a sad dreamy look in his eye,
And his soul saddled up and departed
For that pearly stockade in the sky.
And there stood St Peter a-waiting,
And he opened those big rhinestone gates.
"But before I go in," said the singer,
"St Peter, I must know my fate."
"Come inside now," said Peter, "and rest you.
Change out of them dirty old things.
Try these breeches of snowy white buckskin
And a waistcoat with slits for your wings.
Yes, you can play your music in Heaven—
And your gee-tar is safe in your hands.
There is no room in Hell for a singer
'Cos it's too full of rock-and-roll bands."
So he played country music in Heaven,
And there were four square beats to the bar,
And he found a backing group among the angels,
And he swapped his plucking harp for a guitar.
At the end of a long, weary life,
And he lay with his loved ones around him:
Three dogs, seven horse, and a wife.
"O Mary, the voices are calling.
They're calling and telling me to go,
But before I set out on my journey,
There one thing that I gotta know:
Do they play country music in Heaven?
Are there still four square beats to a bar?
Can I find a backing group amongst the angels?
Can I swap my plucking harp for a guitar?
'Cos I can't, I just can't leave my music.
It's the thing that has served me so well;
So if I can't play my music in Heaven,
I'll go play my music in Hell."
And with that, he lay back on his pillow
With a sad dreamy look in his eye,
And his soul saddled up and departed
For that pearly stockade in the sky.
And there stood St Peter a-waiting,
And he opened those big rhinestone gates.
"But before I go in," said the singer,
"St Peter, I must know my fate."
"Come inside now," said Peter, "and rest you.
Change out of them dirty old things.
Try these breeches of snowy white buckskin
And a waistcoat with slits for your wings.
Yes, you can play your music in Heaven—
And your gee-tar is safe in your hands.
There is no room in Hell for a singer
'Cos it's too full of rock-and-roll bands."
So he played country music in Heaven,
And there were four square beats to the bar,
And he found a backing group among the angels,
And he swapped his plucking harp for a guitar.
UM PAH SONG
Um PAH dee, Um pah day
Here's a silly game top play
When you sing an old-time song
Change the words as you go along:
Um pah doe, Um pah dee
It's so simple, you'll agree
But in this life, if you know where to go
You'll have a lot of fun with your um pah doe
Um pah ding, Um pah dong
Sin these words and you can't go wrong
Um pah Um pah Um pah doo
And an Um pah do to you
Little Jack Horner sat in the corner
Eating his Christmas Pie
He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plumb
As big as his Um pah die
Twinkle Twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the sky so high
You remind me of my Um pah die
Mary Mary, quiet contrary
How does your garden grow
With silver bells and cockle shells
And plenty of Um pah doe
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill let her Um pah day's fall down
Here's a silly game top play
When you sing an old-time song
Change the words as you go along:
Um pah doe, Um pah dee
It's so simple, you'll agree
But in this life, if you know where to go
You'll have a lot of fun with your um pah doe
Um pah ding, Um pah dong
Sin these words and you can't go wrong
Um pah Um pah Um pah doo
And an Um pah do to you
Little Jack Horner sat in the corner
Eating his Christmas Pie
He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plumb
As big as his Um pah die
Twinkle Twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the sky so high
You remind me of my Um pah die
Mary Mary, quiet contrary
How does your garden grow
With silver bells and cockle shells
And plenty of Um pah doe
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill let her Um pah day's fall down
IT PAYS TO LISTEN
There's a corner of old Ireland that is all the world to me
And I visit it as often as I can
And all I have to do is catch a bus from North West tree
To Camden town to see me Uncle Dan
He's an ugly man is uncle with a face like a carbuncle
I'll tell you why says he twill break your hearts
The fact is I must mention cause I didn't pay attention
When the Angels were a handin' round the parts
When the angels gave out brains, I thought that they said trains
And I missed mine as I usually do
When they handed out the eyes, I thought that they said ties
And I asked for one of brown and one of blue
When they passed out the chins, I thought that they said gins
And I ordered a double one for me
When they gave out the noses, I thought that they said roses
And I chose a great big red one as you see
CHORUS:
Oh what a mess I'm in
Oh what a mess I'm in
If only I had listened to them angels when they spoke
I would not be in the mess that I am in
When the angels gave out hair, I thought they said fresh air
And so I asked for plenty up me nose
When they gave out the bellies, I thought that they said jellies
So a great big pink and wobbly one I chose
When they gave out the ears, I thought that they said beers
So I ordered mine with handles on instead
When they gave out the necks, I thought that they said sex
And now I'm old I can't hold up me head
CHORUS:
Oh what a mess I'm in
Oh what a mess I'm in
If only I had listened to them angels when they spoke
I would not be in the mess that I am in
If only I had listened to them angels when they spoke
I would not be in the mess that I am in
And I visit it as often as I can
And all I have to do is catch a bus from North West tree
To Camden town to see me Uncle Dan
He's an ugly man is uncle with a face like a carbuncle
I'll tell you why says he twill break your hearts
The fact is I must mention cause I didn't pay attention
When the Angels were a handin' round the parts
When the angels gave out brains, I thought that they said trains
And I missed mine as I usually do
When they handed out the eyes, I thought that they said ties
And I asked for one of brown and one of blue
When they passed out the chins, I thought that they said gins
And I ordered a double one for me
When they gave out the noses, I thought that they said roses
And I chose a great big red one as you see
CHORUS:
Oh what a mess I'm in
Oh what a mess I'm in
If only I had listened to them angels when they spoke
I would not be in the mess that I am in
When the angels gave out hair, I thought they said fresh air
And so I asked for plenty up me nose
When they gave out the bellies, I thought that they said jellies
So a great big pink and wobbly one I chose
When they gave out the ears, I thought that they said beers
So I ordered mine with handles on instead
When they gave out the necks, I thought that they said sex
And now I'm old I can't hold up me head
CHORUS:
Oh what a mess I'm in
Oh what a mess I'm in
If only I had listened to them angels when they spoke
I would not be in the mess that I am in
If only I had listened to them angels when they spoke
I would not be in the mess that I am in
Bold Sir John
Now bold Sir John was young and fair and bold Sir John was gay,
He said, "I'll tread the morning dew to take the air and listen to
The twittering of the birds all day, the bumblebees at play."
Now bold Sir John went on his way, observing nature's farce,
"O Mother Earth, please tell me, pray, why elephants live so long, they say,
Your flies live but a day, then they drop dead upon the grass."
Now bold Sir John, he met a maid as on her back she lay,
"Please show respect and come not near, for I've seen many a maiden here,
Get lost among the new-mown hay, so doff your hat, I pray."
Then bold Sir John assured the maid He was just passing by.
He said, "Fair maid, now fear me not for, though me blood be wild and hot,
Addicted to love's ways I'm not no cocksure rake am I.
When bold Sir John returned home, they gave him gin to try,
"Pray fill me not with liquor up, nor give me grape nor grain to sup,
Pour cowslip's dew into my cup, a puritan am I!"
He said, "I'll tread the morning dew to take the air and listen to
The twittering of the birds all day, the bumblebees at play."
Now bold Sir John went on his way, observing nature's farce,
"O Mother Earth, please tell me, pray, why elephants live so long, they say,
Your flies live but a day, then they drop dead upon the grass."
Now bold Sir John, he met a maid as on her back she lay,
"Please show respect and come not near, for I've seen many a maiden here,
Get lost among the new-mown hay, so doff your hat, I pray."
Then bold Sir John assured the maid He was just passing by.
He said, "Fair maid, now fear me not for, though me blood be wild and hot,
Addicted to love's ways I'm not no cocksure rake am I.
When bold Sir John returned home, they gave him gin to try,
"Pray fill me not with liquor up, nor give me grape nor grain to sup,
Pour cowslip's dew into my cup, a puritan am I!"
Sunday, 4 August 2019
Don’t Scratch My Soca
From the long warm nights with an ocean breeze to the damp and to the rain of London city
We come from the sun to live in the cold I miss me rum, I want my coconut tree
Don’t scratch my soca until the party’s over
Let’s keep the music sweet wine up your waist and feel the beat
Don’t scratch my soca
We come from the sun to live in the cold I miss me rum, I want my coconut tree
Don’t scratch my soca until the party’s over
Let’s keep the music sweet wine up your waist and feel the beat
Don’t scratch my soca
Blues For The Dead Man
Blues For The Dead Man
I am at the graveyard and I am standing down at my tomb
It is really cold in this grave and I don't really care about you
I am at the graveyard and I am standing down at my tomb
It is really cold in this grave and I don't really care about you
You want to take a piece of me so I am left without a soul
It just so happens that you want take everything for control
You want to take a piece of me so I am left without a soul
It just so happens that you want take everything for control
I will take a puff from my cigarette just to let me breathe
It is laced with marijuana and not a quantity of nicotine
I will take a puff from my cigarette just to let me breathe
It is laced with marijuana and not a quantity of nicotine
You want everything just for yourself and nothing for me
I cannot sleep at night because you have cut me to bleed
You want everything just for yourself and nothing for me
I cannot sleep at night because you have cut me to bleed
Me and the devil we are walking side by side
Me and the devil we are walking side by side
You may bury my body down by the highway side
So my old evil spirit can get a Greyhound bus and ride
Me and the devil we are walking side by side
Me and the devil we are walking side by side
You may bury my body down by the highway side
So my old evil spirit can get a Greyhound bus and ride
I am at the graveyard and I am standing down at my tomb
It is freezing cold in this grave and I don't really care about you
I am at the graveyard and I am standing down at my tomb
It is freezing cold in this grave and I don't really care about you
You can hear it from Old London Town down to Washington DC
It is calling out to all of you traitorous politicians and presidents
I am calling out the hounds of hell just so that you can fucking see
Her Majesty The Queen will soon have to put with my insolence
I am at the graveyard and I am standing down at my tomb
It is really cold in this grave and I don't really care about you
I am at the graveyard and I am standing down at my tomb
It is really cold in this grave and I don't really care about you
You want to take a piece of me so I am left without a soul
It just so happens that you want take everything for control
You want to take a piece of me so I am left without a soul
It just so happens that you want take everything for control
I will take a puff from my cigarette just to let me breathe
It is laced with marijuana and not a quantity of nicotine
I will take a puff from my cigarette just to let me breathe
It is laced with marijuana and not a quantity of nicotine
You want everything just for yourself and nothing for me
I cannot sleep at night because you have cut me to bleed
You want everything just for yourself and nothing for me
I cannot sleep at night because you have cut me to bleed
Me and the devil we are walking side by side
Me and the devil we are walking side by side
You may bury my body down by the highway side
So my old evil spirit can get a Greyhound bus and ride
Me and the devil we are walking side by side
Me and the devil we are walking side by side
You may bury my body down by the highway side
So my old evil spirit can get a Greyhound bus and ride
I am at the graveyard and I am standing down at my tomb
It is freezing cold in this grave and I don't really care about you
I am at the graveyard and I am standing down at my tomb
It is freezing cold in this grave and I don't really care about you
You can hear it from Old London Town down to Washington DC
It is calling out to all of you traitorous politicians and presidents
I am calling out the hounds of hell just so that you can fucking see
Her Majesty The Queen will soon have to put with my insolence
Your Ancestor Is Your Grandfather
Your Ancestor Is Your Grandfather
Your ancestor is your grandfather, your lineage is your father always heroic,
The Turkish nation your armies, for a very long time basked in glory around the globe
The Turkish nation, the Turkish nation love nationalism with passion
Destroy O nation, your enemy let them suffer in their cursed disgrace
[Look at] your ancestors, your grandfather, your descendants, your father
[Look at] your ancestors, your grandfather, your descendants, your father
The Turkish nation has always been valiant.
Your armies, many times, have been renowned throughout the world.
Your armies, many times, have been renowned throughout the world.
Turkish nation, [O] Turkish nation Turkish nation, [O] Turkish nation!
Love [your] nationality passionately,
Overwhelm the enemies of your motherland, those cursed ones shall taste abasement.
Overwhelm the enemies of your motherland, those cursed ones shall taste abasement.
Your ancestor is your grandfather, your lineage is your father always heroic,
The Turkish nation your armies, for a very long time basked in glory around the globe
The Turkish nation, the Turkish nation love nationalism with passion
Destroy O nation, your enemy let them suffer in their cursed disgrace
[Look at] your ancestors, your grandfather, your descendants, your father
[Look at] your ancestors, your grandfather, your descendants, your father
The Turkish nation has always been valiant.
Your armies, many times, have been renowned throughout the world.
Your armies, many times, have been renowned throughout the world.
Turkish nation, [O] Turkish nation Turkish nation, [O] Turkish nation!
Love [your] nationality passionately,
Overwhelm the enemies of your motherland, those cursed ones shall taste abasement.
Overwhelm the enemies of your motherland, those cursed ones shall taste abasement.
How Many Miles To Babylon?
How many miles to Babylon three score miles and ten.
Can I get there by candle-light and back again..
If your heels are nimble and your toes are light,
You may get there by candle-light.
King and Queen of Cantelon how many miles to Babylon?
Eight and eight, and other eight will I get there by candle-light?
If your horse be good and your spurs be bright.
How mony men have ye Mae nor ye daur come and see.
Can I get there by candle-light and back again..
If your heels are nimble and your toes are light,
You may get there by candle-light.
King and Queen of Cantelon how many miles to Babylon?
Eight and eight, and other eight will I get there by candle-light?
If your horse be good and your spurs be bright.
How mony men have ye Mae nor ye daur come and see.
Abdul Abulbul Amir (Explicit Version)
The harems of Egypt are fine to behold and the harlots are lovely and fair
But the fairest, a Greek, was wed to a sheikh called Abdul Abulbul Amir.
A travelling brothel came into the town twas run privately by the Tsar
Who wagered a buck that no-one could out-fuck Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.
The peasants did shout the announcement came out in an ad in the Gulf Gazeteer
And plunged into debt to get in their bet on Abdul Abulbul Amir
For Abdul would ride with his bride by his side his face all flushed with desire
He had it decried that he could out-ride Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
It was only the Jews who wagered he'd lose they believed that the prince was a queer
But the rest of the Persians would believe no perversions of Abdul Abulbul Amir
Count Ivan agreed Prince Abdul agreed to compete in the city's bazaar
Ten merchants were shot to secure a clear spot for Abdul and Ivan Skavar
A day was arranged for the spectacle great twas agreed on by Sultan and Tsar
And the streets were all lined with harlots entwined around Abdul and Ivan Skavar
The Sultan rode by with a wide open fly expecting the harlots to cheer
But all eyes were fixed on the two massive pricks of Ivan and Abdul Amir
Tsar Petrovich too attended the do with a telescope watched from afar
While one of his band wanked him off in the sand as a tribute to Ivan Skavar
They stood at the track with their cocks hanging slack the starter's gun punctured the air
Both were quick on the rise, the crowd gaped at the size of Ivan and Abdul Amir
The harlots were shorn no Frenchies were worn Abdul's arse revved up like a car
But he couldn't compete with the slow steady beat of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
Now Ivan had won and was cleaning his gun and bent down to polish his pair
When he felt something pass up his big hairy arse twas Abdul Abulbul Amir
The harlots turned green, the men shouted 'Queen!' they were ordered apart by the Tsar
Twas bloody bad luck, for Abdul was stuck up Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
They needed a crane a tow truck and chain to rescue the unfortunate queer
Ivan said in a huff I've had quite enough of Abdul Abulbul Amir!'
Now the cream of the joke it came when they broke twas laughed at for years by the Shah
For Abdul the fool had left half of his tool in the arse of Skavinsky Skavar
Upon Persian men Old Abdul ranks high best ran 'neath the pale Southern star
For he shagged to a standstill the pride of the East Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
The sad Grecian maiden her long vigil keeps with a husband whose tastes have turned queer
With the nights growing long, she longs for the dong of Abdul Abulbul Amir
The moral, my friend of this pitiful end is plain for all to hear
When seeking your bit don't get stuck in the shit like Abdul Abulbul Amir
But the fairest, a Greek, was wed to a sheikh called Abdul Abulbul Amir.
A travelling brothel came into the town twas run privately by the Tsar
Who wagered a buck that no-one could out-fuck Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.
The peasants did shout the announcement came out in an ad in the Gulf Gazeteer
And plunged into debt to get in their bet on Abdul Abulbul Amir
For Abdul would ride with his bride by his side his face all flushed with desire
He had it decried that he could out-ride Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
It was only the Jews who wagered he'd lose they believed that the prince was a queer
But the rest of the Persians would believe no perversions of Abdul Abulbul Amir
Count Ivan agreed Prince Abdul agreed to compete in the city's bazaar
Ten merchants were shot to secure a clear spot for Abdul and Ivan Skavar
A day was arranged for the spectacle great twas agreed on by Sultan and Tsar
And the streets were all lined with harlots entwined around Abdul and Ivan Skavar
The Sultan rode by with a wide open fly expecting the harlots to cheer
But all eyes were fixed on the two massive pricks of Ivan and Abdul Amir
Tsar Petrovich too attended the do with a telescope watched from afar
While one of his band wanked him off in the sand as a tribute to Ivan Skavar
They stood at the track with their cocks hanging slack the starter's gun punctured the air
Both were quick on the rise, the crowd gaped at the size of Ivan and Abdul Amir
The harlots were shorn no Frenchies were worn Abdul's arse revved up like a car
But he couldn't compete with the slow steady beat of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
Now Ivan had won and was cleaning his gun and bent down to polish his pair
When he felt something pass up his big hairy arse twas Abdul Abulbul Amir
The harlots turned green, the men shouted 'Queen!' they were ordered apart by the Tsar
Twas bloody bad luck, for Abdul was stuck up Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
They needed a crane a tow truck and chain to rescue the unfortunate queer
Ivan said in a huff I've had quite enough of Abdul Abulbul Amir!'
Now the cream of the joke it came when they broke twas laughed at for years by the Shah
For Abdul the fool had left half of his tool in the arse of Skavinsky Skavar
Upon Persian men Old Abdul ranks high best ran 'neath the pale Southern star
For he shagged to a standstill the pride of the East Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
The sad Grecian maiden her long vigil keeps with a husband whose tastes have turned queer
With the nights growing long, she longs for the dong of Abdul Abulbul Amir
The moral, my friend of this pitiful end is plain for all to hear
When seeking your bit don't get stuck in the shit like Abdul Abulbul Amir
Abdullah Bul Bul Ameer
The sons of the Prophet were hardy and bold
And quite unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest of all, at least so I am told,
Was Abdulah Bul Bul Ameer.
If you wanted a man to encourage the van,
Or harass the foe from the rear,
Or to storm a redoubt, you had but to shout
For Abdulah Bul Bul Ameer.
There were heroes in plenty and men known to fame
In the army then led by the Czar,
But not of more fame than a man by the name
Of Ivan Petrovsky Skavar.
He could imitate Irving, tell fortunes with cards,
He could play on the Spanish guitar.
In fact quite the cream of the Muscovite team
Was Ivan Petrovsky Skavar.
One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gun
And with his most cynical sneer,
Was looking for fun when he happened to run
Upon Abdulah Bul Bul Ameer.
"Young man" said Bul Bul "is existence so dull
That you're anxious to end your career?
For, infidel, know, you have trod on the toe
Of Abdulah Bul Bul Ameer."
"So take your last look upon sunshine and brook
Send your regrets to the Czar;
By which I imply you are going to die,
Mr. Ivan Petrovsky Skavar."
Then this bold Marmaduke drew his trusty skibouk,
Crying "Allah, il Allah, Allah"
And on slaughter intent, he ferociously went
For Ivan Petrovsky Skavar.
On a stone by the banks where the Danube doth roll
Inscribed in characters clear,
Is "Stranger, remember to pray for the soul
Of Abdulah Bul Bul Ameer."
A Muscovite maiden her sad vigil keeps,
In her home by the cold Northern Star,
And the name that she murmurs in vain as she weeps,
Is Ivan Petrovsky Skavar.
And quite unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest of all, at least so I am told,
Was Abdulah Bul Bul Ameer.
If you wanted a man to encourage the van,
Or harass the foe from the rear,
Or to storm a redoubt, you had but to shout
For Abdulah Bul Bul Ameer.
There were heroes in plenty and men known to fame
In the army then led by the Czar,
But not of more fame than a man by the name
Of Ivan Petrovsky Skavar.
He could imitate Irving, tell fortunes with cards,
He could play on the Spanish guitar.
In fact quite the cream of the Muscovite team
Was Ivan Petrovsky Skavar.
One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gun
And with his most cynical sneer,
Was looking for fun when he happened to run
Upon Abdulah Bul Bul Ameer.
"Young man" said Bul Bul "is existence so dull
That you're anxious to end your career?
For, infidel, know, you have trod on the toe
Of Abdulah Bul Bul Ameer."
"So take your last look upon sunshine and brook
Send your regrets to the Czar;
By which I imply you are going to die,
Mr. Ivan Petrovsky Skavar."
Then this bold Marmaduke drew his trusty skibouk,
Crying "Allah, il Allah, Allah"
And on slaughter intent, he ferociously went
For Ivan Petrovsky Skavar.
On a stone by the banks where the Danube doth roll
Inscribed in characters clear,
Is "Stranger, remember to pray for the soul
Of Abdulah Bul Bul Ameer."
A Muscovite maiden her sad vigil keeps,
In her home by the cold Northern Star,
And the name that she murmurs in vain as she weeps,
Is Ivan Petrovsky Skavar.
Abdulla Bulbul Ameer
The sons of the Prophet are hardy and grim
And quite unaccustomed to fear
But none were so reckless of life or of limb
As Abdulla Bulbul Ameer.
When they wanted a man to encourage the van
Or to harass the foe in the rear
Or to take a redoubt they would always send out
For Abdulla Bulbul Ameer.
There are heroes in plenty, and well known to fame
In the ranks that were led by the Czar,
But the bravest of all was a man by the name
Of Ivan Potschjinski Skidar.
He could imitate Toole, play Euchre and Pool
And perform on the Spanish guitar.
In fact quite the cream of the Muscovite team
Was Ivan Potschjinski Skidar.
One morning the Russian had shouldered his gun
And assumed his most truculent sneer
And was walking down town when he happened to run
Into Abdulla Bulbul Ameer.
"Young man," says Bulbul, "can your life be so dull
That you're anxious to end your career?—
For, infidel, know—you have trod on the toe
Of Abdulla Bulbul Ameer.”
“Take your ultimate look upon sunshine and brook,
Make your latest remarks on the war;
Which I mean to imply you're going to die,
Mr. Count Cask-o-whisky Cigar."
Said the Russian, "My friend, my remarks in the end
Would avail you but little, I fear,
For you'll never survive to repeat them alive,
Mr. Abdulla Bulbul Ameer."
Then the bold Mameluke drew his trusty chiboque
And shouted "Il Allah Akbar"
And being intent upon slaughter, he went
For Ivan Potschjinski Skidar.
But just as his knife had abstracted his life
(In fact he was shouting "Huzza!")
He felt himself struck by that subtle Calmuck,
Count Ivan Potschjinski Skidar.
The Consul drove up in his red-crested fly
To give the survivor a cheer,
He arrived just in time to exchange a goodbye
With Abdulla Bulbul Ameer.
And Skobeleff, Gourko and Gorsechekoff too
Drove up on the Emperor's car
But all they could do was cry "och-whilliloo!"
With Ivan Potschjinski Skidar.
There's a grave where the waves of the Blue Danube roll,
And on it in characters clear
Is: "Stranger, remember to pray for the soul
Of Abdulla Bulbul Ameer."
A Muscovite maiden her vigil doth keep
By the light of the true lover's star
And the name that she murmurs so sadly in sleep
Is Ivan Potschjinski Skidar.
And quite unaccustomed to fear
But none were so reckless of life or of limb
As Abdulla Bulbul Ameer.
When they wanted a man to encourage the van
Or to harass the foe in the rear
Or to take a redoubt they would always send out
For Abdulla Bulbul Ameer.
There are heroes in plenty, and well known to fame
In the ranks that were led by the Czar,
But the bravest of all was a man by the name
Of Ivan Potschjinski Skidar.
He could imitate Toole, play Euchre and Pool
And perform on the Spanish guitar.
In fact quite the cream of the Muscovite team
Was Ivan Potschjinski Skidar.
One morning the Russian had shouldered his gun
And assumed his most truculent sneer
And was walking down town when he happened to run
Into Abdulla Bulbul Ameer.
"Young man," says Bulbul, "can your life be so dull
That you're anxious to end your career?—
For, infidel, know—you have trod on the toe
Of Abdulla Bulbul Ameer.”
“Take your ultimate look upon sunshine and brook,
Make your latest remarks on the war;
Which I mean to imply you're going to die,
Mr. Count Cask-o-whisky Cigar."
Said the Russian, "My friend, my remarks in the end
Would avail you but little, I fear,
For you'll never survive to repeat them alive,
Mr. Abdulla Bulbul Ameer."
Then the bold Mameluke drew his trusty chiboque
And shouted "Il Allah Akbar"
And being intent upon slaughter, he went
For Ivan Potschjinski Skidar.
But just as his knife had abstracted his life
(In fact he was shouting "Huzza!")
He felt himself struck by that subtle Calmuck,
Count Ivan Potschjinski Skidar.
The Consul drove up in his red-crested fly
To give the survivor a cheer,
He arrived just in time to exchange a goodbye
With Abdulla Bulbul Ameer.
And Skobeleff, Gourko and Gorsechekoff too
Drove up on the Emperor's car
But all they could do was cry "och-whilliloo!"
With Ivan Potschjinski Skidar.
There's a grave where the waves of the Blue Danube roll,
And on it in characters clear
Is: "Stranger, remember to pray for the soul
Of Abdulla Bulbul Ameer."
A Muscovite maiden her vigil doth keep
By the light of the true lover's star
And the name that she murmurs so sadly in sleep
Is Ivan Potschjinski Skidar.
A Ballad For Chanakkale
In Çanakkale stands the Mirror Bazaar.
Mother I set forth against the enemy, oh, my youth, alas!
In Çanakkale there's a cypress tree.
Some of us are engaged, some of us married, oh, my youth, alas!
In Çanakkale there's a broken jug.
Mothers and fathers abandoned hope, oh, my youth, alas!
Çanakkale's heights are shrouded with smoke.
The thirteenth division marched to war, oh, my youth, alas!
In Çanakkale the cannonballs landed.
Ah, our comrades fell wounded together, oh, my youth, alas!
Çanakkale's bridge is narrow, impassable.
Its waters have become red blood, not a cup can be drunk, oh, my youth, alas.
From Çanakkale I barely escaped
My lungs rotted from vomiting blood, oh, my youth, alas!
From Çanakkale I escaped, my head is safe
Doomsday came before I reached Anafarta, oh my youth, alas
In Çanakkale they shot me.
They buried me before I died, oh, my youth, alas!
In Çanakkale are rows of willows
Brave lions rest beneath them, oh, my youth, alas.
Mother I set forth against the enemy, oh, my youth, alas!
In Çanakkale there's a cypress tree.
Some of us are engaged, some of us married, oh, my youth, alas!
In Çanakkale there's a broken jug.
Mothers and fathers abandoned hope, oh, my youth, alas!
Çanakkale's heights are shrouded with smoke.
The thirteenth division marched to war, oh, my youth, alas!
In Çanakkale the cannonballs landed.
Ah, our comrades fell wounded together, oh, my youth, alas!
Çanakkale's bridge is narrow, impassable.
Its waters have become red blood, not a cup can be drunk, oh, my youth, alas.
From Çanakkale I barely escaped
My lungs rotted from vomiting blood, oh, my youth, alas!
From Çanakkale I escaped, my head is safe
Doomsday came before I reached Anafarta, oh my youth, alas
In Çanakkale they shot me.
They buried me before I died, oh, my youth, alas!
In Çanakkale are rows of willows
Brave lions rest beneath them, oh, my youth, alas.
Istanbul (Not Constantinople)
Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night
Every gal in Constantinople lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople
So if you've a date in Constantinople she'll be waiting in Istanbul
Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can't say people just liked it better that way
So take me back to Constantinople no, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks'
Istanbul (Istanbul) Istanbul (Istanbul)
Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can't say people just liked it better that way
Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks'
So take me back to Constantinople no, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks'
Istanbul
Been a long time gone, Constantinople now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night
Every gal in Constantinople lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople
So if you've a date in Constantinople she'll be waiting in Istanbul
Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can't say people just liked it better that way
So take me back to Constantinople no, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks'
Istanbul (Istanbul) Istanbul (Istanbul)
Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can't say people just liked it better that way
Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks'
So take me back to Constantinople no, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks'
Istanbul
The Annihilation Of The Human Race
The Annihilation Of The Human Race
Damn it all I want to crucify this fucking pathetic civilisation until it all begins to bleed
Miscreant wastes living inside decadence and sleaze how they thrive in this fucking insatiability
The only thing that I seem to fucking see within this pathetic world is insufficiency
Living inside a status building machine where nothing holds any form of accountability
They say home is where the hell is and all of them speak the same fucking words
Their actions will soon have consequences and everyone of them will be unheard
This is a war than they have ever bargained for as soon they will die by the sword
They worship false idols and crave celebrity status thus nothing more for their Lord
Fuck it all I despise this fucking culture built on the fucking foundation of narcissism
It is a useless system and yet nothing comes out of it only sired bastards and nepotism
I will slit you and rip you wide open like a skinned carcass that is ripe for the fucking slaughter
This is beyond the pale and you are the victim for the dreaded hook of the fucking master butcher
They say home is where the hell is and all of them speak the same fucking words
Their actions will soon have consequences and everyone of them will be unheard
This is a war than they have ever bargained for as soon they will die by the sword
They worship false idols and crave celebrity status thus nothing more for their Lord
Fuck everything and all that you ever came from you are fucking useless and pathetic and weak
Strike you right fucking down to your knees so countdown to ten because you will fucking bleed
Fuck the culture and let it all die so that it becomes a fodder carcass left for the fucking scavengers
You and your kind are amongst the worst just fucking kill yourself and leave yourself to the predators
This is an onset of annihilation and you are the star and you will become the witness to your humiliation
I want to destroy you all nail you all down to your false symbols and leave you all just to fucking die
Just fuck your privilege and fuck your wealth because I know that you all humans ever fucking do is lie
I want to destroy you all nail you all down to your false symbols and leave you all just to fucking die
Just fuck your privilege and fuck your wealth because I know that you all humans ever fucking do is lie
God I want you to send death to the belligerent to the ignorant and the fucking arrogant
Just fuck them all and send them all the ten plagues and bring forth the Four Horsemen
Time will take its toll on them and will leave cracks onto their broken faces
Famine will leave them onto the brink of starvation and be left withered in every place
Pestilence for what they have to fucking endure and what they have put others through
Death is the deliverance for them and there will be nothing that they cannot ever do
Disease their seas pollute their very existence spill their blood onto the valley floors
You and your kind are amongst the worst just fucking kill yourself and leave yourself to the predators
Disease their seas pollute their very existence spill their blood onto the valley floors
You and your kind are amongst the worst just fucking kill yourself and leave yourself to the predators
Like a disease that is spreading death and it will be erasing your own fucking existence
God I want you to send death to the belligerent to the ignorant and the fucking arrogant
Like a disease that is spreading death and it will be erasing your own fucking existence
God I want you to send death to the belligerent to the ignorant and the fucking arrogant
Damn it all I want to crucify this fucking pathetic civilisation until it all begins to bleed
Miscreant wastes living inside decadence and sleaze how they thrive in this fucking insatiability
The sewer rats and gutter punks are nothing more than failures let them die as fucking junkies
The gangs and their ilk will suffer into the lure and intoxication of sex and inherent diseases
They say home is where the hell is and all of them speak the same fucking words
Their actions will soon have consequences and everyone of them will be unheard
This is a war than they have ever bargained for as soon they will die by the sword
They worship false idols and crave celebrity status thus nothing more for their Lord
Damn it all I want to crucify this fucking pathetic civilisation until it all begins to bleed
Miscreant wastes living inside decadence and sleaze how they thrive in this fucking insatiability
The only thing that I seem to fucking see within this pathetic world is insufficiency
Living inside a status building machine where nothing holds any form of accountability
They say home is where the hell is and all of them speak the same fucking words
Their actions will soon have consequences and everyone of them will be unheard
This is a war than they have ever bargained for as soon they will die by the sword
They worship false idols and crave celebrity status thus nothing more for their Lord
Fuck it all I despise this fucking culture built on the fucking foundation of narcissism
It is a useless system and yet nothing comes out of it only sired bastards and nepotism
I will slit you and rip you wide open like a skinned carcass that is ripe for the fucking slaughter
This is beyond the pale and you are the victim for the dreaded hook of the fucking master butcher
They say home is where the hell is and all of them speak the same fucking words
Their actions will soon have consequences and everyone of them will be unheard
This is a war than they have ever bargained for as soon they will die by the sword
They worship false idols and crave celebrity status thus nothing more for their Lord
Fuck everything and all that you ever came from you are fucking useless and pathetic and weak
Strike you right fucking down to your knees so countdown to ten because you will fucking bleed
Fuck the culture and let it all die so that it becomes a fodder carcass left for the fucking scavengers
You and your kind are amongst the worst just fucking kill yourself and leave yourself to the predators
This is an onset of annihilation and you are the star and you will become the witness to your humiliation
I want to destroy you all nail you all down to your false symbols and leave you all just to fucking die
Just fuck your privilege and fuck your wealth because I know that you all humans ever fucking do is lie
I want to destroy you all nail you all down to your false symbols and leave you all just to fucking die
Just fuck your privilege and fuck your wealth because I know that you all humans ever fucking do is lie
God I want you to send death to the belligerent to the ignorant and the fucking arrogant
Just fuck them all and send them all the ten plagues and bring forth the Four Horsemen
Time will take its toll on them and will leave cracks onto their broken faces
Famine will leave them onto the brink of starvation and be left withered in every place
Pestilence for what they have to fucking endure and what they have put others through
Death is the deliverance for them and there will be nothing that they cannot ever do
Disease their seas pollute their very existence spill their blood onto the valley floors
You and your kind are amongst the worst just fucking kill yourself and leave yourself to the predators
Disease their seas pollute their very existence spill their blood onto the valley floors
You and your kind are amongst the worst just fucking kill yourself and leave yourself to the predators
Like a disease that is spreading death and it will be erasing your own fucking existence
God I want you to send death to the belligerent to the ignorant and the fucking arrogant
Like a disease that is spreading death and it will be erasing your own fucking existence
God I want you to send death to the belligerent to the ignorant and the fucking arrogant
Damn it all I want to crucify this fucking pathetic civilisation until it all begins to bleed
Miscreant wastes living inside decadence and sleaze how they thrive in this fucking insatiability
The sewer rats and gutter punks are nothing more than failures let them die as fucking junkies
The gangs and their ilk will suffer into the lure and intoxication of sex and inherent diseases
They say home is where the hell is and all of them speak the same fucking words
Their actions will soon have consequences and everyone of them will be unheard
This is a war than they have ever bargained for as soon they will die by the sword
They worship false idols and crave celebrity status thus nothing more for their Lord
21st Century Neanderthal
21st Century Neanderthal
How I despise you you are the worst of our kind fucking imbecilic and so fucking blind
You are and will be a half ass for most of your life a legend in your own fucking mind
Talk is cheap with you and I know for damn sure in my eyes you are not a fucking man
I would not piss on you if you are on fucking fire because you will not have a leg to stand
In fifty years time you will be left for the vultures because I know you have nothing to live by
How I despise you you are the worst of our kind fucking imbecilic and so fucking blind
Flaunt your attitude and your arrogance a spectacle for all the fucking world to see
Know this if you can because I know I will never ever fucking become like thee
Time does not wait for the fool and the man soon you will be known as ancient history
Thou art disposable left to rot like a stinking carcass to drown inside a plague of misery
Primitive knuckle dragger a misogynistic sight for all to see ripe for the impending slaughter
Dumbed down by ignorance no perfect vision of reality a living twenty first century Neanderthal
Primitive knuckle dragger a misogynistic sight for all to see ripe for the impending slaughter
Dumbed down by ignorance no perfect vision of reality a living twenty first century Neanderthal
You and your stupid bitch whore of a girlfriend will not ever have the fucking best of shortcomings
Living inside a cliché made by a lack of comprehension but to you it fucking does not mean a thing
Most of your life is invested in procrastination someone must have clipped all your fucking balls
But I know what you really are nothing but a self styled attention seeker who has nothing at all
In fifty years time you will be left for the vultures because I know you have nothing to live by
How I despise you you are the worst of our kind fucking imbecilic and so fucking blind
How I despise you you are the worst of our kind fucking imbecilic and so fucking blind
You are and will be a half ass for most of your life a legend in your own fucking mind
How I despise you you are the worst of our kind fucking imbecilic and so fucking blind
You are and will be a half ass for most of your life a legend in your own fucking mind
Fall down inside the drain of this pathetic society and live inside your denial
Fuck everything and fuck your family because you are the one with blind eyes
Your joys are counterfeit this happiness corrupt political shit
Living life like a comatose ego loaded and swallow, swallow, swallow
Let the fist become your decider because evolution will fucking take you down in a minute
You are nothing more than piss in the wind because living for you is the original sin
Time will always be forward for the rest of us you will be stuck in the fucking Stone Age
So fuck everything that you have ever done I hope you live in a lifetime of fucking hate
How I despise you you are the worst of our kind fucking imbecilic and so fucking blind
You are and will be a half ass for most of your life a legend in your own fucking mind
Talk is cheap with you and I know for damn sure in my eyes you are not a fucking man
I would not piss on you if you are on fucking fire because you will not have a leg to stand
In fifty years time you will be left for the vultures because I know you have nothing to live by
How I despise you you are the worst of our kind fucking imbecilic and so fucking blind
How I despise you you are the worst of our kind fucking imbecilic and so fucking blind
You are and will be a half ass for most of your life a legend in your own fucking mind
Talk is cheap with you and I know for damn sure in my eyes you are not a fucking man
I would not piss on you if you are on fucking fire because you will not have a leg to stand
In fifty years time you will be left for the vultures because I know you have nothing to live by
How I despise you you are the worst of our kind fucking imbecilic and so fucking blind
Flaunt your attitude and your arrogance a spectacle for all the fucking world to see
Know this if you can because I know I will never ever fucking become like thee
Time does not wait for the fool and the man soon you will be known as ancient history
Thou art disposable left to rot like a stinking carcass to drown inside a plague of misery
Primitive knuckle dragger a misogynistic sight for all to see ripe for the impending slaughter
Dumbed down by ignorance no perfect vision of reality a living twenty first century Neanderthal
Primitive knuckle dragger a misogynistic sight for all to see ripe for the impending slaughter
Dumbed down by ignorance no perfect vision of reality a living twenty first century Neanderthal
You and your stupid bitch whore of a girlfriend will not ever have the fucking best of shortcomings
Living inside a cliché made by a lack of comprehension but to you it fucking does not mean a thing
Most of your life is invested in procrastination someone must have clipped all your fucking balls
But I know what you really are nothing but a self styled attention seeker who has nothing at all
In fifty years time you will be left for the vultures because I know you have nothing to live by
How I despise you you are the worst of our kind fucking imbecilic and so fucking blind
How I despise you you are the worst of our kind fucking imbecilic and so fucking blind
You are and will be a half ass for most of your life a legend in your own fucking mind
How I despise you you are the worst of our kind fucking imbecilic and so fucking blind
You are and will be a half ass for most of your life a legend in your own fucking mind
Fall down inside the drain of this pathetic society and live inside your denial
Fuck everything and fuck your family because you are the one with blind eyes
Your joys are counterfeit this happiness corrupt political shit
Living life like a comatose ego loaded and swallow, swallow, swallow
Let the fist become your decider because evolution will fucking take you down in a minute
You are nothing more than piss in the wind because living for you is the original sin
Time will always be forward for the rest of us you will be stuck in the fucking Stone Age
So fuck everything that you have ever done I hope you live in a lifetime of fucking hate
How I despise you you are the worst of our kind fucking imbecilic and so fucking blind
You are and will be a half ass for most of your life a legend in your own fucking mind
Talk is cheap with you and I know for damn sure in my eyes you are not a fucking man
I would not piss on you if you are on fucking fire because you will not have a leg to stand
In fifty years time you will be left for the vultures because I know you have nothing to live by
How I despise you you are the worst of our kind fucking imbecilic and so fucking blind
Cleanse This Earth For Those Who Deserve
Cleanse This Earth For Those Who Deserve
Decimation from within and this world has been corrupted from the core
Living with false idolatry humans are making themselves to that of gods
Revelling in debauchery and now blinded by their own disgusting ways
Promiscuity and false behaviour and this will lead them all to their own graves
Inheriting a world made from bastard saints scorn of the earth and the law
Failure and mediocrity enshrined never more upon their feet they will crawl
They have not earned anything cleanse this earth for those who deserve
They have not earned anything cleanse this earth for those who deserve
Begin the process of elimination castrate and mutilate the pathetic scorn
Do not give them a future an offspring from them will never become born
So pathetic is their code all will be for none and none will be for all
A flood unto this creation as the deluge will become their own downfall
Summon Leviathan the beast of earth devour all of those down into the inferno
Suffering for their arrogance scream in agony upon your feet you will crawl
They have not earned anything cleanse this earth for those who deserve
They have not earned anything cleanse this earth for those who deserve
Material possessions is their goal and they will always be the untermensch
Narcissistic and vain and soon they cling to their lives like filthy waste
I am envenomed and my disgust has become a fever to kill one thousand more
Inheriting a world made from bastard saints scorn of the earth and the law
Failure and mediocrity enshrined never more upon their feet they will crawl
They have not earned anything cleanse this earth for those who deserve
They have not earned anything cleanse this earth for those who deserve
Decimation from within and this world has been corrupted from the core
Living with false idolatry humans are making themselves to that of gods
Revelling in debauchery and now blinded by their own disgusting ways
Promiscuity and false behaviour and this will lead them all to their own graves
Inheriting a world made from bastard saints scorn of the earth and the law
Failure and mediocrity enshrined never more upon their feet they will crawl
They have not earned anything cleanse this earth for those who deserve
They have not earned anything cleanse this earth for those who deserve
Begin the process of elimination castrate and mutilate the pathetic scorn
Do not give them a future an offspring from them will never become born
So pathetic is their code all will be for none and none will be for all
A flood unto this creation as the deluge will become their own downfall
Summon Leviathan the beast of earth devour all of those down into the inferno
Suffering for their arrogance scream in agony upon your feet you will crawl
They have not earned anything cleanse this earth for those who deserve
They have not earned anything cleanse this earth for those who deserve
Material possessions is their goal and they will always be the untermensch
Narcissistic and vain and soon they cling to their lives like filthy waste
I am envenomed and my disgust has become a fever to kill one thousand more
Inheriting a world made from bastard saints scorn of the earth and the law
Failure and mediocrity enshrined never more upon their feet they will crawl
They have not earned anything cleanse this earth for those who deserve
They have not earned anything cleanse this earth for those who deserve
WWE/F RAW IS WAR Lyrics
Thorn In Your Eye
Behind my eyes arrogance and strength
I seek my courage and try to maintain.
Every finger in the room is pointing at me
Freedom in a cage I want to break free.
Too much dark and not enough sky
Why am I the thorn in your eye?
Too much dark and not enough sky
I lost again, but I got to maintain.
Too much dark and not enough sky
Why am I the thorn in your eye?
You just know the surface you don't care what's inside
I show you my colours you just see black and grey
You're making fun of me as you walk by
I reach out my hand you smile and watch me cry
It's my life in the box in front of me
Taking junk in my arms it's the soul of me
You walk by as you see me laying face down
Come on, free your mind, buy your alibi full time.
I'm walking on stones and glass when I reach out my hand
I know you can't stand me for what I am
For once I had it all all your holy things angels without wings
We're All Together Now
Rock and roll is like fighting in the ring we got together, to do our thing,
We all play hard, we all play low that's why we got together to sing this song.
We take it on the road, to do what we feel so they could see that we are real,
Hit the mat, play it cold, makes nice and good, we want more.
Everyone get on your feet wave your hands, turn up the heat.
Got another show to go we're all together, NOW!
Everyone get on your feet wave your hands, turn up the heat.
Got another show to go we're all together, NOW!
We all live for the ring that's the way life should be,
Sing a song that is going to be that's why the crowd comes along
Won't get to bed until the dark at night resting our bodies, and soothing our minds,
Then it's on to another show with a million kids in line to go.
Behind my eyes arrogance and strength
I seek my courage and try to maintain.
Every finger in the room is pointing at me
Freedom in a cage I want to break free.
Too much dark and not enough sky
Why am I the thorn in your eye?
Too much dark and not enough sky
I lost again, but I got to maintain.
Too much dark and not enough sky
Why am I the thorn in your eye?
You just know the surface you don't care what's inside
I show you my colours you just see black and grey
You're making fun of me as you walk by
I reach out my hand you smile and watch me cry
It's my life in the box in front of me
Taking junk in my arms it's the soul of me
You walk by as you see me laying face down
Come on, free your mind, buy your alibi full time.
I'm walking on stones and glass when I reach out my hand
I know you can't stand me for what I am
For once I had it all all your holy things angels without wings
We're All Together Now
Rock and roll is like fighting in the ring we got together, to do our thing,
We all play hard, we all play low that's why we got together to sing this song.
We take it on the road, to do what we feel so they could see that we are real,
Hit the mat, play it cold, makes nice and good, we want more.
Everyone get on your feet wave your hands, turn up the heat.
Got another show to go we're all together, NOW!
Everyone get on your feet wave your hands, turn up the heat.
Got another show to go we're all together, NOW!
We all live for the ring that's the way life should be,
Sing a song that is going to be that's why the crowd comes along
Won't get to bed until the dark at night resting our bodies, and soothing our minds,
Then it's on to another show with a million kids in line to go.
No Remorse For The Sycophants
No Remorse For The Sycophants
This world is now cold and unfeeling and the populous is living with entitlement
I hate the fake fucking people that think that they have some kind of deference
You are living in a world that rewards narcissism and gives brutal punishment
It is like a Pied Piper leading the rats towards a collision course for fucking death
Do you have an any idea as to how much I have fucking struggled in these times
When in my darkest hours I was given nothing while trapped in a purgatory blight
I will despise you and I will detest you for every fucking laceration you have done
For you have given and I have received to bite the hand that feeds only fucking one
And you fucking wanted to erase me and delete me from my own very existence
And so no fucking more will I ever feel pain and I never want to see you again
Burn down the vanities and show no fucking remorse towards the sycophants
There is no more God and no fucking Christ for all of the sordid fucking martyrs
Burn down the vanities and show no fucking remorse towards the sycophants
There is no more God and no fucking Christ for all of the sordid fucking martyrs
I cannot fathom of what the future has become and the nightmares it has delivered
You watch the world on a television screen and the people are fucking suffering
Mass shootings and terrorism and fucking false ideology has brainwashed the masses
Authoritarian regimes and anti-intellectualism feed to these fucked up false beliefs
Do you have an any idea as to how much I have fucking struggled in these times
When in my darkest hours I was given nothing while trapped in a purgatory blight
Ramifications are totally immanent blood will fucking spill when they haven't any defences
World War Three is the event horizon a sordid end time Armageddon of all fucking creation
Pedestal propaganda and populist politics a tool used to develop narcissism and entitlement
A vapid culture has been held to ransom by traitors to bring enslavement and imprisonment
Mankind has become a disease and is now the fault-line heading towards its own extinction
At break neck speed a fucking failure to all an early demise hurtling towards its own destruction
This world is now cold and unfeeling and the populous is living with entitlement
I hate the fake fucking people that think that they have some kind of deference
You are living in a world that rewards narcissism and gives brutal punishment
It is like a Pied Piper leading the rats towards a collision course for fucking death
Do you have an any idea as to how much I have fucking struggled in these times
When in my darkest hours I was given nothing while trapped in a purgatory blight
I will despise you and I will detest you for every fucking laceration you have done
For you have given and I have received to bite the hand that feeds only fucking one
And you fucking wanted to erase me and delete me from my own very existence
And so no fucking more will I ever feel pain and I never want to see you again
Burn down the vanities and show no fucking remorse towards the sycophants
There is no more God and no fucking Christ for all of the sordid fucking martyrs
Burn down the vanities and show no fucking remorse towards the sycophants
There is no more God and no fucking Christ for all of the sordid fucking martyrs
I cannot fathom of what the future has become and the nightmares it has delivered
You watch the world on a television screen and the people are fucking suffering
Mass shootings and terrorism and fucking false ideology has brainwashed the masses
Authoritarian regimes and anti-intellectualism feed to these fucked up false beliefs
Do you have an any idea as to how much I have fucking struggled in these times
When in my darkest hours I was given nothing while trapped in a purgatory blight
Ramifications are totally immanent blood will fucking spill when they haven't any defences
World War Three is the event horizon a sordid end time Armageddon of all fucking creation
Pedestal propaganda and populist politics a tool used to develop narcissism and entitlement
A vapid culture has been held to ransom by traitors to bring enslavement and imprisonment
Mankind has become a disease and is now the fault-line heading towards its own extinction
At break neck speed a fucking failure to all an early demise hurtling towards its own destruction
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