When Rogues fall Out.
The worthy Dr Guillotine
Perfected his killing machine.
Before the revolution.
Providing a solution.
To the problems of the state.
Which had become acute of late
Beheading aristocracy
Humanely and efficiently.
Madame la Farge won't disagree.
She sits and cackles gleefully.
She's not a forgiving soul.
She likes to watch as their heads roll.
Into the basket down below
Counting each one as they go.
She sits and knits contentedly
To see the aristocracy.
Meet the fate which they have earned.
The worm has well and truly turned.
The citizens have taken charge
Which seems to suit Madame la Farge.
But what she doesn't understand
The men who rise to take command.
Will still oppress the peasantry
If anything more cruelly.
Than the aristocracy.
Almost unbelievably.
But in the end it's proven true
They behave as tyrants do.
The poorest have to foot the bill
They always have and always will.
Rulers rarely give a damn
About the common working man.
I don't blame Dr Guillotine
I am quite sure he did not mean.
The state to use his new machine
In quite the way that it has been.
Monday,17 September 2012
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No Recidivists
No recidivists
When clever Dr Guillotine
perfected his humane machine
for executing criminals.
It was accepted straight away
as being a much better way
of executing criminals
The state made no apology
for using this technology
for executing criminals.
The product of a brilliant brain
He was convinced it caused less pain
when executing criminals.
The guillotine’s not used today
It was a most effective way
of executing criminals.
Though not regarded as P.C
I think it proved effectively
that executing criminals
Ensured they did not re-offend
Results on which we can depend
by executing criminals.
You may see this as cruelty
Some states do not as you can see.
They still execute criminals.
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Knit One Slip One
Marie Antoinette’s great mistake,
she told the peasants to eat cake
The final straw destined to break
the camels back, for pity’s sake
Revolting peasants lost their cool
The foolish queen soon lost her head
Republicans began to rule
She was a fool she should have fled.
The Sun King thought he was in charge
but in due course regretted it
When he met Madame La Farge
whose greatest pleasure was to knit.
Whilst watching executions
without undue exertions.
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One Thirty-six A.m.
I laugh sometimes when I think about
say
Céline at a typewriter
or Dostoevsky...
or Hamsun...
ordinary men with feet, ears, eyes,
ordinary men with hair on their heads
sitting there typing words
while having difficulties with life
while being puzzled almost to madness.
Dostoevsky gets up
he leaves the machine to piss,
comes back
drinks a glass of milk and thinks about
the casino and
the roulette wheel.
Céline stops, gets up, walks to the
window, looks out, thinks, my last patient
died today, I won't have to make any more
visits there.
when I saw him last
he paid his doctor bill;
it's those who don't pay their bills,
they live on and on.
Céline walks back, sits down at the
machine
is still for a good two minutes
then begins to type.
Hamsun stands over his machine thinking,
I wonder if they are going to believe
all these things I write?
he sits down, begins to type.
he doesn't know what a writer's block
is:
he's a prolific son-of-a-bitch
damn near as magnificent as
the sun.
he types away.
and I laugh
not out loud
but all up and down these walls, these
dirty yellow and blue walls
my white cat asleep on the
table
hiding his eyes from the
light.
he's not alone tonight
and neither am
I.
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Sex Is Not The Enemy
No evolution
Sometimes it depresses me
The same old same
We keep repeating history
The institution curses curiosity
It's our conviction
Sex is not the enemy
A revolution
Is the solution
A revolution
Is the solution
I won't feel guilty
No matter what they're telling me
I won't feel dirty and buy into their misery
I won't be shamed cause I believe that love is free
It fuels the heart and sex is not the enemy
A revolution
Is the solution
A revolution
Is the solution
True love is like gold
There's not enough to go around
But then there's god and doesn't god love everyone?
Give me a choice
Give me a chance to turn the key and find my voice
Sex is not the enemy
A revolution
Is the solution
A revolution
Is the solution
Sex is not the enemy
A revolution
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Whispers From Bones
THE WAR MACHINE
IS QUITE OBSCENE
THE WAR MACHINE
IS QUITE UNCLEAN
BUT
THE WAR MACHINE
WILL NOT STOP
BECAUSE
THE WAR MACHINE
MUST BE FED
THE WAR MACHINE
MUST HAVE BLOOD
THE WAR MACHINE
MUST HAVE DEATH
THE WAR MACHINE
MUST HAVE LIFE
THE WAR MACHINE
MUST HAVE STRIFE
THE WAR MACHINE
MUST BE FED
THE WAR MACHINE
LOVES THE DEAD
THE WAR MACHINE
WILL NOT STOP
BECAUSE
THE WAR MACHINE
IS ANGRY MAN.
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Abolish Appointed Canadian Senate Mar 8th 2011
Politicians want to abolish our appointed Senate now,
An appointed aristocracy that’s too much to allow,
An expensive establishment that we could do without,
But this could or might cause large-scale bureaucratic freak out.
Some say the Senate is a sacred place of sober second thought,
While others, when they hear this, they become very distraught,
An appointed Senate they say is a sign of no democracy,
They are not elected while we are forced to accept aristocracy.
Senators should be elected they say - they are not sacred cows,
There is no leadership there and none has ever been allowed,
Are we bogged down in an ancient system that can’t be changed?
No referendums or proportional representation – strange.
MAR 8TH,2011
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Abolish Appointed Canadian Senate Mar 6th,2011
Politicians want to abolish our appointed Senate now,
An appointed aristocracy that’s too much to allow,
An expensive establishment that we could do without,
But this could or might cause large-scale bureaucratic freak out.
Some say the Senate is a sacred place of sober second thought,
While others, when they hear this, they become very distraught,
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Killing Machine
Killing machine,
They make you mean,
They make you strong and angry.
Killing machine,
They make you fight,
For valour and for glory.
Killing machine,
They send you to war,
Leaving your wife and family.
Killing machine,
You are but a man,
Trained and in the Army.
Soldier man,
Your not a machine,
But the keeper of my freedom.
Freedom Soldier,
I pray for you,
God keep you safe from harm.
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Vampires: There's No Such Thing.
.
Count Dracula. A mere upstart.
He is not what he claims to be
A peasant born he plays the part.
Although he lacks the pedigree.
His pursuit of publicity
reveals his base born origin.
The vampire aristocracy
keep careful records of their kin.
He has no proof to offer you.
Although he claims to be a Count.
He cannot prove his claim is true.
A base born lout of no account.
The vampire aristocracy
have sworn to destroy Dracula.
He broke the code of secrecy.
In doing so he went too far.
I can’t reveal how it was done.
Though Dracula will boast no more
A pile of dust lies in the sun.
Which means there’s one less predator.
Though he’s long gone his legend lives.
He‘s seen as a celebrity.
It seems that history forgives
his claim to aristocracy.
Though we do not, we won’t forget.
The damage he did to our cause.
We had the right to be upset
and to defend ourselves of course.
We prefer to live in secrecy
As we have always tried to do.
We do not seek publicity
it would be rather foolish to.
As long as modern man believes
that vampires simply don’t exist.
We are quite happy that they self deceive
Long may their foolishness persist.
Big cities are our hunting ground
nobody misses waifs and strays.
Although their bodies may be found.
Nobody seems to care these days.
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Woman Machine
She'll do your work in half the time
Never sick and can't go blind
Oh, woman machine
Brains of tape that fill her head
She knows more now than all the dead
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Heart of steel and skin that's cold
Can't wear her out, she can't grow old
Oh, woman machine
She goes to bed when her work is through
She'll do it all, just change the tubes
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine-ine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman
She can't talk back
With no playback
But she'll listen
To all your woe
Trade your old one
For a new one
They just don't make 'em like they used to
No!
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
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Big Night On The Town
drunk on the dark streets of some city,
it's night, you're lost, where's your
room?
you enter a bar to find yourself,
order scotch and water.
damned bar's sloppy wet, it soaks
part of one of your shirt
sleeves.
It's a clip joint-the scotch is weak.
you order a bottle of beer.
Madame Death walks up to you
wearing a dress.
she sits down, you buy her a
beer, she stinks of swamps, presses
a leg against you.
the bar tender sneers.
you've got him worried, he doesn't
know if you're a cop, a killer, a
madman or an
Idiot.
you ask for a vodka.
you pour the vodka into the top of
the beer bottle.
It's one a.m. In a dead cow world.
you ask her how much for head,
drink everything down, it tastes
like machine oil.
you leave Madame Death there,
you leave the sneering bartender
there.
you have remembered where
your room is.
the room with the full bottle of
wine on the dresser.
the room with the dance of the
roaches.
Perfection in the Star Turd
where love died
laughing.
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To add to our misery and despair, a bloated aristocracy has sent to China - the greatest and oldest despotism in the world - for a cheap working slave.
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Not even a knight bannarette.
Not even a knight bannerette.
Today some wannabees long to be
part of the aristocracy.
So they research their family tree
in search of noble ancestry.
They’re quite prepared to spend their brass
to prove that they are upper class.
I’m sad to say that most; alas
Find ancestors they’d rather pass
Although they hope they rarely find.
The noble blood they have in mind.
But plenty of the common kind.
The family legend’s undermined.
Eventually they realise.
The family legend’s based on lies.
Monday,16 August 2010
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Too Young To Fall In Love
You say our love
Is like dynamite
Open your eyes
cause its like fire and ice
Well youre killing me
Your loves a guillotine
Why dont you just set me free
(chorus)
Too young to fall in love
Run for the hills
Were both sinners and saints
Not a woman, but a whore
I can just taste the hate
Well, now Im killing you
Watch your face turning blue
Not yet a man
Just a punk in the street
(chorus)(solo)
You say our love
Is like dynamite
Well its no surprise
Cause youve got one way eyes
Well youre killing me
Youre loves a guillotine
Not yet a man
Just a punk in the street
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Just A Machine
It’s just a machine,
Just a machine.
Four wheels that travel from A to B.
Why worship this idol that you see,
That’s pretty silly, don’t you agree.
It’s just a machine,
Just a machine.
Costing a fortune, must keep its shine.
Had to have it, this knockout design.
Thought it simply something so divine.
It’s just a machine,
Just a machine.
Depreciates in so quick a time.
Won’t last long, rusty, bang goes its prime.
It certainly won’t be worth a dime.
It’s just a machine,
Just a machine.
A car that travels from A to B.
Not an icon, no god this taxi,
Merely moulded plastic, with a key.
It’s just a machine,
Just a machine.
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