Second-hand Car Spiv
Sung by spiv, flash & floosies
Spiv: I was born a slum gutter infantile,
Brute-force educated, delinquent juvenile.
I am a product of mass produced factory fodder,
Streets full of tenement blocks, rat infested filth and squalor.
I left school, went straight on the dole
And unemployments no enjoyment,
Welfare state owned my mind and my body and my soul.
So I worked my way up to be a second-hand car spiv,
But dont judge me harshly because Im just a slum kid.
I built up my business with a quick wit and fist,
So dont double-cross me or my hoods will dissect you
With their black jacks and shiv.
Slum kids never get a break, theyve got to fight their way up.
Wheel and deal, beg and steal,
Sweat blood to earn a buck.
I didnt want to work on the factory floor,
I wasnt content, I wanted more
Than to be a slave of a lathe,
Work all day and go home bored.
So a second- hand car spiv was what I became.
I built an empire because I used my brains.
Chorus: he was a second-hand car spiv up from the slums,
So dont judge him harshly because hes just a slum kid.
Then he moved into property, stocks and shares,
Spiv: and into high finance and youve got to agree
That running a multi-million corporation
Sure beats selling cars second-hand.
Chorus: once he sold old worn out heaps to the punters on the street,
Spiv: now Im in control of the country as a whole,
And the world is at my feet.
Chorus: the world is at his feet.
Spiv: power, power, Ive got power oozing out of me,
And when you think of all the things Ive done
It says a lot for one
Who worked his way up from the streets.
Yes Im a second-hand car spiv.
Do a deal, buy and sell,
Its my trade, I know it well.
Make a sale, ring the bell
And let the suckers go to hell.
Bank the profits, count the change
Another sucker comes your way.
Life is a crooked game,
And slum kids never change.
song performed by by Kinks
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Juvenile Delinquent
(robert segarini)
Published by robertunes/slalom publishing co. - bmi
Yeah, her mama says shes lazy
But her mama drives her crazy, every day and night
Yeah (yeah), shes a juvenile exciter
And her daddy was a writer, for the tv guide
And shes so bad now, shes so hot, and everyone knows it
Well we know, well we know it, yeah yeah
Yeah, hes a juvenile delinquent
Been in trouble bout as frequently, as he can be
Yeah, he said his father was a sailor
His mother was his tailor, till he turned 16
Hes so bad now, hes so hot, and everyone knows it
Hes so bad now, hes so hot, and everyone knows it
Well we know, well we know it, every day
They wanna put the dude away
Well its worth it just to hear you say, theres something wrong
Were all juvenile delinquent
Juvenile delinquent, thats what we all are
Were all juvenile delinquent, were
Juvenile delinquent, thats what we all are
And everybody knows, my babys got new clothes
And she aint changed, she aint changed none
So go on and be the same, you know you cant escape
Its all the same, its all the same
Well its worth it just to hear you say, you wanna put us all away
Well you should have done it yesterday, cause its too late, yeah
Were all juvenile delinquent
Juvenile delinquent, thats what we all are, yeah
Were all juvenile delinquent, you and me
Juvenile delinquent, thats what we all are
Were all juvenile delinquent, everybody
Juvenile delinquent, thats what we all are
song performed by by April Wine
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A Man From The Slum District
ı a m a man from a slum district
my pockets are empty and moneyı ess
in obligation
ı am a member of a fake syndicate
in the factory ı work as a laborer
ı f open my mouth
and talk against my bosses
ı will be booted and fired
find myself in the streets
ı am a man nfrom a slum district
my struggle with others is obligatary
to survive
ı drink wine which kills a dog
ı am screaming all night in the streets
against alll these
with the night watches guarding me
ı am a man from a slum district
my badly cladding is also obligatory
in beyoglu
policemen strolling..watching and batoning me
sometimes to death
ı am a man from a slum district
ı f ı touch others' wind they lick me and bruise me
my love affairs are unjust and obligatory too
fathers are on watch in front of their houses
if ı look at a girl or even gaze at their daughters
it will be the cause of the many murders
Yusuf HAYALOGLU.....Translation Metin Ş AHİ N
poem by Metin Sahin
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Slum Dance
I go out of my way today
Just so I can dance the slum dance
With the poor people that live in the slum
Because they love to dance the slum dance
With other people
And they get very excited when they have other people
To dance the slum dance with
There is a fine weather in the sky
Where the slum is
Also in the slum there is no clean water to drink
But they have no choice rather than to drink the dirty water full of flies And mosquitoes
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Slum Kids
Were just slum kids, and we know it,
And we never stood a chance.
We were dragged up from the gutter,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
So how dare you criticize,
When you dont know what its like
To be dragged up from the gutter,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
Why do rich kids get all the breaks,
While the poor slum kids have to work, sweat, struggle and slave?
Why, lord, theres so much injustice in this world?
Slum kids never stand a chance.
Look at all the slum kids all around you,
Oh, they never stood a chance.
We were dragged up from the gutter,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
Why do rich kids get all the breaks,
While the poor slum kids have to work, sweat, struggle and slave?
Why, lord, theres so much injustice in this world?
Slum kids never stand a chance.
Look at all the slum kids all around you,
Oh, they never stood a chance.
We were dragged up from the gutter,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
So how dare you criticize,
When you dont know what its like
To be dragged up from the gutter,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
song performed by by Kinks
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Slum Kids (take 1)
Were just slum kids, and we know it,
And we never stood a chance.
We were dragged up from the gutter,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
So how dare you criticize,
When you dont know what its like
To be dragged up from the gutter,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
Why do rich kids get all the breaks,
While the poor slum kids have to work, sweat, struggle and slave?
Why, lord, theres so much injustice in this world?
Slum kids never stand a chance.
Look at all the slum kids all around you,
Oh, they never stood a chance.
We were dragged up from the gutter,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
Why do rich kids get all the breaks,
While the poor slum kids have to work, sweat, struggle and slave?
Why, lord, theres so much injustice in this world?
Slum kids never stand a chance.
Look at all the slum kids all around you,
Oh, they never stood a chance.
We were dragged up from the gutter,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
So how dare you criticize,
When you dont know what its like
To be dragged up from the gutter,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
song performed by by Kinks
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Love Child
Tenement slum
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ah
You think that I don't feel love
But what I feel for you is real love
In other's eyes I see reflected
A hurt, scorned and rejected
Love child, never meant to be
Love child, born in poverty
Love child, never meant to be
Love child, take a look at me
I started my life in an old, cold run down tenement slum
My father left
He never even married mom
I shared the guilt my mama knew
So afraid that others knew I had no name
This love we're contemplating
Is worth the pain of waiting
We'll only end up hating
The child we maybe creating
Love child, never meant to be
Love child, scorned by society
Love child, always second best
Love child, different from the rest
Hold on
Hold on (Ooooooohhh)
I started school, in a worn, torn,
Dress that somebody threw out
I knew the way it felt, to always live in doubt
To be without the simple things
So afraid my friends would see the guilt in me
Don't think that I don't need you
Don't think I don't wanna please you
No child of mine 'll be bearing
The name of shame I've been wearing
Love child, never quite as good
Afraid
Ashamed
Misunderstood
But I'll always love you
I'll always love you
I'll always love you
I'll always love you
I'll always love you
I'll always love you
You-ooo-ooo
You-ooo-ooo
You-ooo-ooo
song performed by by Faith Hill
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Education Here
i agree that this educational system
is another kind of factory
persons of the same age at packed
in batches
designed for a common end
some have to be discarded as
nothing but useless commodities
others are displayed priced high
and for sale,
there is no more that person
so considered for his innate qualities
there is no more collaboration in solving a problem
lest it be considered by the university rules
as cheating
all minds think the same
on standardized testings
those that think otherwise shall be junked
by the system
and so there is no other Einstein
nobody original
all mass produced
certified for mass consumption.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Agitated
I grew up in a typical way
So I keep trying to unwind
Cause Im agitated
In this place so full of hate
I keep trying to unwind
You might think its pretty obvious
So tell me what I say, hey!
I way born in a typical way
So I keep trying to go back
And Im agitated
In this world so full of pain
I keep trying to go back
You might think its pretty infantile
So tell me what I know, hey!
Day and night forever trading places
Good and evil sleeping side by side
In this world full of plenty of stuff
Youd think thered be enough love to go around, hey!
I was picked in a random way
To be a singing dancing fool
And Im agitated
In this place going less than great
I, just a singing dancing fool
If you dont like what I keep talking about
Then tell me what I say, hey!
Im agitated
If you think you got it all worked out
Then tell me what to know, ho!
Im agitated
Tell me what I say
Do the mashed potatoes
Tell me what I say
Im feeling amputated
Educated
Im agitated
song performed by by Devo
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Scum Of The Earth
Sung by flash, spivs & floosies.
Flash: they call me the scum of the earth.
They say Im the scab of the nation.
But deep inside Im only human.
Just an ordinary man.
With ordinary plans.
They say Im crooked and bent,
They call me a rogue and a villain,
But if they could see deep inside me
Theyd see a heart that once was pure
Before it touched the evils of this world,
For if I cut myself I bleed
And if I catch a cold I sneeze.
Have I not eyes to help me see?
Have I not lungs to help me breathe?
Have I not hands, organs, senses
And affections just like you?
Stop the music.
Well aint I human
Like everybody else?
Before you condemn me my friends,
I suggest that you look deep inside you
For good and evil
Exist in all of us,
And no man is a saint
And each creates his heaven and his hell.
Chorus: we know that hes only a man.
Hes got feelings and faults
Just like everyone else.
Flash: so dont put me down because Ive done well,
For even wide boys, hoods and spivs
Have got the right to live.
Chorus: we know were the scum of the earth,
We know were the scab of the nation,
But were your enemies and your brothers
And no man is a saint
And deep down were all the same as one another.
song performed by by Kinks
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Corporate Cloning
A cloned force mass produced, simulate, introduced
Delinquent rank and file, encoded, stamped and styled
Ill-affected progeny, tasteless iconography
A half life in the light, industry by design
Plastic thoughts in my mind, thus begins my demise
This years model dims and fades, last years model is erased
Prototype by design, prototype stand in line!
Another fading idol
Another falling icon
Like insects share a mind, deviance is a crime
Delinquent rank and file, encoded, stamped and styled
Ill-affected progeny, tasteless iconography
This years model dims and fades, last years model is erased
Prototype by design, prototype stand in line!
Another fading idol
Another falling icon
(Sometimes I wish I were deaf and blind)
Another fading idol
Another falling icon
song performed by by Fear Factory
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The one thing that's closest to my story is the thing about trying out for the juvenile delinquent role and getting it. That was the start of my acting career... which I've resumed, by the way.
quote by Paul Mazursky
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They are few in the midst of an overwhelming mass of brute force, and their submission is wisdom; but for a nation like England to submit to be robbed by any invader who chooses to visit her shores seemed to me to be nonsense.
quote by George Combe
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When we first met, I was trying to put a band together. I asked around at school for other guys who wanted to play in a band. Someone told me about a juvenile delinquent they knew who played bongos.
quote by Wayne Kramer
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Had To Be Playin On The Jukebox
It had to be flashin like the daily double
It had to be playin on tv
It had to be loud mouthed on the comedy hour
It had to be announced over loud speakers
The cia and mafia are in cahoots
It had to be said in old ladies language
It had to be said in american headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled and got
Double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
Dope pushers in cia working with dope pushers
From cuba working with a big time
Syndicate from tampa, florida
And it had to be said with a big mouth
It had to be moaned over factory foghorns
It had to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts
It had to be screamed in the kitchen
It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting
It had to be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors
It had to be foghorned into new york harbor
It had to echo onto hard hats
It had to turn up the volume in university ballrooms
It had to be written in library books, footnoted
It had to be in the headlines of the times and the mind
It had to be barked on tv
It had to be heard in alleys through ballroom doors
It had to be played on wire services
It had to be bells ringing
Comedians stopped dead in the middle of a joke in las vegas
It had to be fbi chief j. edgar hoover and frank costello syndicate
Mouthpiece meeting in central park, new york weekends,
Reported time magazine
It had to be the mafia and the cia together starting war on cuba,
Bay of pigs and poison assassination headlines
It had to be dope cops in the mafia
Who sold all their heroin in america
It had to be the fbi and organized crime working together
In cahoots against the commies
It had to be ringing on multinational cash registers
World-wide laundry for organized criminal money
It had to be the cia and the mafia and the fbi together
They were bigger than nixon
And they were bigger that war
It had to be a large room full of murder
It had to be a mounted ass a solid mass of rage
A red hot pen
A scream in the back of the throat
It had to be a kid that can breathe
It had to be in rockefellers mouth
It had to be central intelligence, the family, all of this, the agency mafia
It had to be organized crime
One big set of gangs working together in cahoots
Hitmen
Murderers everywhere
The secret
The drunk
The brutal
The dirty rich
On top of a slag heap of prisons
Industrial cancer
Plutonium smog
Garbage cities
Grandmas bed soft from fathers resentment
It had to be the rulers
They wanted law and order
And they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo
They wanted junkies
They wanted attica
They wanted kent state
They wanted war in indochina
It had to be the cia and the mafia and the fbi
Multinational capitalists
Strong armed squads
Private detective agencies for the rich
And their armies and navies and their air force bombing planes
It had to be capitalism
The vortex of this rage
This competition
Man to man
The horses head in a capitalists bed
The cuban turf
It rumbles in hitmen
And gang wars across oceans
Bombing cambodia settled the score when soviet pilots
Manned egyptian fighter planes
Chiles red democracy
Bumped off with white house pots and pans
A warning to mediterranean governments
The secret police have been embraced for decades
The nkpd and cia keep each others secrets
The ogbu and dia never hit their own
The kgb and the fbi are one mind
Brute force and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
It had to be rich and it had to be powerful
They had to murder in indonesia 500000
They had to murder in indochina 2000000
They had to murder in czechoslovakia
They had to murder in chile
They had to murder in russia
And they had to murder in america
song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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The Juvenile
The juvenile
In a time where the night is so cold
The juvenile
Has the key to the end
The juvenile in the end
That is why we are here
The road will take us to the end
Tomorrow's foe is now a friend
Why don't we do it
Like they used to do it all so long ago
They kept together till the bitter end (Old and young)
Today we don't care
Either but the youth or but the old
They cannot rise their voices yet
But later on they will do
The juvenile
In a time where the night is so cold
The juvenile
Has the key to the end (always believe in)
The juvenile in the end
That is why we are here
The road will take us to the end
Tomorrow's foe is now a friend
No education
We don't need no education
Telling us the right to choose
If we have no choice (No
song performed by by Ace Of Base from Da Capo
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A gentleman opposed to their enfranchisement once said to me, women have never produced anything of any value to the world. I told him the chief product of the women had been the men, and left it to him to decide whether the product was of any value.
quote by Anna Howard Shaw
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I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect.
quote by Oscar Wilde
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Hadda Been Playing On The Jukebox
Written by allen ginsberg, performed by rage against the machine
It had to be flashin like the daily double
It had to be playin on tv
It had to be loud mouthed on the comedy hour
It had to be announced over loud speakers
The cia and mafia are in cahoots
It had to be said in old ladies language
It had to be said in american headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled and got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
Dope pushers in cia working with dope pushers from cuba working with a big time
Syndicate from tampa, florida
And it had to be said with a big mouth
It had to be moaned over factory foghorns
It had to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts
It had to be screamed in the kitchen
It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting
It had to be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors
It had to be foghorned into new york harbor
It had to echo onto hard hats
It had to turn up the volume in university ballrooms
It had to be written in library books, footnoted
It had to be in the headlines of the times and the mind
It had to be barked on tv
It had to be heard in alleys through ballroom doors
It had to be played on wire services
It had to be bells ringing
Comedians stopped dead in the middle of a joke in las vegas
It had to be fbi chief j. edgar hoover and frank costello syndicate
Mouthpiece meeting in central park, new york weekends,
Reported time magazine
It had to be the mafia and the cia together starting war on cuba,
Bay of pigs and poison assassination headlines
It had to be dope cops in the mafia
Who sold all their heroin in america
It had to be the fbi and organized crime working together
In cahoots against the commies
It had to be ringing on multinational cash registers
World-wide laundry for organized criminal money
It had to be the cia and the mafia and the fbi together
They were bigger than nixon
And they were bigger that war
It had to be a large room full of murder
It had to be a mounted ass- a solid mass of rage
A red hot pen
A scream in the back of the throat
It had to be a kid that can breathe
It had to be in rockefellers mouth
It had to be central intelligence, the family, allofthis, the agency mafia
It had to be organized crime
One big set of gangs working together in cahoots
Hitmen
Murderers everywhere
The secret
The drunk
The brutal
The dirty rich
On top of a slag heap of prisons
Industrial cancer
Plutonium smog
Garbage cities
Grandmas bed soft from fathers resentment
It had to be the rulers
They wanted law and order
And they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo
They wanted junkies
They wanted attica
They wanted kent state
They wanted war in indochina
It had to be the cia and the mafia and the fbi
Multinational capitalists
Strong armed squads
Private detective agencies for the rich
And their armies and navies and their air force bombing planes
It had to be capitalism
The vortex of this rage
This competition
Man to man
The horses head in a capitalists bed
The cuban turf
It rumbles in hitmen
And gang wars across oceans
Bombing cambodia settled the score when soviet pilots
Manned egyptian fighter planes
Chiles red democracy
Bumped off with white house pots and pans
A warning to mediterranean governments
The secret police have been embraced for decades
The nkpd and cia keep each others secrets
The ogbu and dia never hit their own
The kgb and the fbi are one mind
Brute force and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
It had to be rich and it had to be powerful
They had to murder in indonesia 500000
They had to murder in indochina 2000000
They had to murder in czechoslovakia
They had to murder in chile
They had to murder in russia
And they had to murder in america
song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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To The Lucky Quill-Feathered Poets Of MAC-PC Yore
When I think of all the seconds I drubbed my fingers
On the skin of long-drummed typefaces to wipe spam
Away from the screen of my inboxes in my computers
I wonder how many years of my life drift as flotsam
So many sales pitches tail in mouth in epizeuses
String their tuneless spiralling from end to no-end
Swim in the swirling soup strings of multiverse oases
Lost as jetsam into a blacksucked bottomless oven
A spam is a foe who seeks to con you as an old friend
Sure don't mean that old spiv driveling over your girl
But who'll make you think you're good for a lend
While he seeks to worm your hard disc in a whirl
McPeesee McCoffee McMoney or McMaster Kasparov
Spam is the Checkmate King none of us can fend off
poem by T. Wignesan
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Your Letters
All these letters
Defining how smart,
Problematic,
Stupid and messed up
I am
D
F
OCD
ADHD
An insomniatic problem
Another stitch in the system
Another reason to complain
Another juvenile delinquent
Another unanswered
Uneducated
Broke
Unintelligen t
Problem
(Copyright ©05/2008)
poem by Twiggy C. Tubercio
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