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Saw the weakness of my generation. 
All enjoying a bottle or two.
And who quickly progressed from those dancing young nights and then searched till their minds were shot through.
Who are sad that they're still by the ocean? But why would that be? 
Who's castles of sand crumbled right in their hands as they entered into their thirties?
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Pitied the best minds of his generation.
And watched as they struggled to breathe.
Who has seen them descend into madness?
Stressed out from the ordinary.
Who is glad that he lives by the ocean?
Why wouldn't he be?
Who with just a bit more education. 
Could of turned into a somebody.
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Your heads gone to pieces.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Who is sat with little miss Moffat.
Glugging down all her peaches and cream.
Who is moving on to bottles of vodka?
To get to that place more quickly. 
Who feels sad as she looks at the ocean?
And why would that be?
Who has wasted the rest and is failing the test?
Passing out never falling to sleep 
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
So don't worry too much.
Never stood a chance right from the start.
Cos nobody told yas.
Starting drinking at Twelve. 
What did you expect?
Your heads gone to peices.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Before you start fading away.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness starving hysterical naked
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake light tragedy among the scholars of war
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley death or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares alcohol and cock and endless balls
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement.


Madness, Starving, Hysterical, Naked.

Howl At Nowt

Yesterday

Wheel 'em Out

Wheel 'em Out [E.P]

Bababababa

It's a really long song. 10p mix bag and a panda pop for anyone who makes it through.

Torschlusspanik

Electric Sheep

Do Androids Dream?

1982

Matt Hancock

Haven't Seen The Sun

Look at The Sun [Nancy Pie]

Days in the Sun

No More

Oh, it was alright at the start.
But then you drank too much, and things just start to slowly fall apart.
And it'll be alright in the end.
And all the other bullshit coming from your friends.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You can't do nothing and expect things just to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

You got yourself some little tart.
Kidding yourself that you're so much better than you are.
They all think you're a fucking dick.
Be better if it didn't take you years to realise it.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You best do something if you're wanting shit to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

So you pour yourself another drink,
And you're gipping in your kitchen sink.
There's empty cans hidden in every hole.

And you're kidding no one but yourself.
There's no escaping mental health.
Reflection staring back all pale and gaunt.

The fun has gone it passed you by.
Old Red eyes they don't even cry.
They only get more angry at the world.

The only solution's another drink.
Another drink and, another drink.
That familiar feeling, all safe and warm.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
Give it three days and you'll be rid of the fucking shakes.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

Cigarettes and Alcohol [2023]

Going to the festival and there's no one to see. 
May as well take these pills on the way in with me.
We're staying up all night cos we don't need no sleep.
No cash, no fags, no tent and nothing to eat.
Slowly were going insane.
Shane, we all know your name.

Going to the festival and there's plenty to drink. 
We didn't bring it, but who cares what they think.
Wander round all night cos you ain't going to sleep.
No bed. No bag. No phones and nothing to eat. 
Slowly, we're going insane.
Shane, we all know your name.

Three days will go by in an instant.
Five years will go by in a flash.
Your life be gone before you know it so watch out.
Get yourself to the festival 
Best of all?
Now.

Going to the festival and you don't have to think.
May as well enjoy it while your lives on the brink. 
Staying home alone's no fun with nothing to do. 
No job. No home. No bird and no one to screw.
Slowly, we were going insane.
Shane, we all know your name 

Three days will go by in an instant.
Five years will go by in a flash.
Your life be gone before you know it so watch out.
Get yourself to the festival 
Best of all?
Now.

Folk Festival [2023]

Shelley [2023]

Pretty girl in a summer dress. 
Leaving us all quite depressed.
With your youth and vigour in the sun. 
Looking like the chosen one. 
Not us. Not us. 

Summer dress.

The shimmering of the summer light. 
Plays through the fabric on your thighs.
Quite the princess in the sun.
Sipping on your coke and rum. 
With us. With us. 

The bikinis showing off your curves
The drink is filling us with nerve.
Lounging lizards in the sun.
Who's declared the golden ones?
Not us. Not us.

Summer dress.

When we see you in that dress, we really know that it is summertime.

Summer Dress.

Pretty girl in a summer dress. 
We've all decided, you're the best.
We believe we stand a chance. 
Anyway, you're going to dance. 
Not us. Not us.

Your half ignoring all the glares, but jiggle, pout, and shake your hair.
You're getting anything you want. 
Your attitude is nonchalant. 
Toward us. Toward us.

Summer dress.

When we see you in that dress, we really know that it is summertime.


Summer Dress [2023]

We'd gladly trade. (gladly trade)
For more summer days. (summer days)
We don't get much of it in England. (England)
The days are shortening, 
As winters beginning.
There's no revelations going spare.

It isn't fair. (isn't fair)
Smell September in the air. (in the air)
Just keep on smiling through the freezing. (freezing nights)
Nights that draw us in.
Nine months, with no end in sight.
It's just like every year.

Oh, anyone who says this is the best time of the year.
Wants their heads checked just to see if they're alright.
Anybody who says this is the best time of the year.
You can wake me up in summer, that alright.

The autumn haze. (autumn haze)
Bring in the colder days. (colder days)
So we just sit there and do nothing. (absolutely nowt)
The dark, long evenings are full of foreboding.
Just a revolution to be clear.

Kicking up leaves. (the leaves)
Fell from the frozen trees. (frozen trees)
In every window, theres a pumpkin. (shining bright)
The stars are twinkling.
Orion hindering.
Sanity dwindles every year.

Oh, anyone who says this is the best time of the year.
Wants their heads checked just to see if they're alright.
Anybody who says this is the best time of the year.
You can wake me up in summer, that alright.

Autumn

Jeff Bezos builds his rocket ship.
Which for some reason's shaped like a massive d*ck.
He's putting his ship in outer space.
He's doing it for the whole human race.

Jeffy boys deserving of all our thanks. 
He's making the people sing and dance
By doing the same thing as sixty years ago. 
But not quite as well or high he goes.

Richard Branson builds a plane to fly.
His thunderbird thing into the sky.
He's paid off some blokes who've got the  brains.
With money, he's left over from on the trains.

This is why he can't pay tax.
And this is how he's paying us back. 
For creating a fantastic society. 
Where a few blokes profit massively.

Elon sits like Scrooge McDuck.
Pretending to be cool and to give no f**ks.
He's banging on about electric cars. 
Hes freaky f**king bast**d aiming for the stars.

Whats his company's even do?
Does anyone have a f**king clue?
Richest man because he said that he would be so.
Hes shooting off so we must watch him go.

Jeff Bezos shoots his massive ship.
Into the amazon rainforest
Antarctic ice can cool his drinks.
He barely cares what you lot think.

As long you keep buying clothes.
Not worrying where your money goes.
Wanting stuff and buying it.
We'll have to deal with space age pr**ks.




Jeff Bezos [2023]

In the beginning, they quoted love.
You said breathe he made the cuts.
Then you both got on the brown.
No wonder that he's feeling down.

Now, like a walking bag of bones.
no one mentions how strong he was
He'll never be that sane again.
Drugs and love infecting him.

Imagine, he said.
One day, we'll all be dead.
There'll be no new aristocracy. 
Imagine he cried.
With a foolish pride.
I renounce nationality. 

It must be hard to quit the bevvies. 
When you're with someone so fucking heavy.
No wonder that he played around.
Before he went and settled down

Then the music went and stopped.
In the world a light went off.
Cock of the walk in 63.
Just a distant memory. 

Imagine, he said.
One day, we'll all be dead.
There'll be no new aristocracy. 
Imagine he cried.
With a foolish pride.
I renounce nationality. 

Can't complain that you're with the jester.
If it wasn't for the gunshots, he'd a definitely left ya.
I'm sick of your stories of love.
Manipulation from above

First to admit that the end is gory.
The bit before is another drug story.
A story where he left the lads.
For some bitch and things went bad.

Imagine, he said.
One day, we'll all be dead.
There'll be no new aristocracy. 
Imagine he cried.
With a foolish pride.
I renounce nationality. 

Jokes [2023]

putting salad cream on everything since 1989...

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