It’s an unsound system buying up the the manna
Take it offshore through the back door - the cat’s getting fatter
And the giants have triumphed, my mind spins like windmills
I feel like I’m hanging by my fingernails off windowsills
I’m falling through the cracks and the fissures in the system
A chasm of duplicity, hypocrisy persisting
Beguiled by the shine of the rich man’s existence
The chances were lies and the myth is you missed ‘em 

It’s time to raise the resistance
It’s time to raze the resistance 
The road that we’re walking on’s twisted
It’s time to rise and resist it

Cos the system’s unsound when it’s built around the pound
And ya life’s a dance of death on the merry-go-round
Of work, eat ,sleep walk, BACK TO WORK - For more of the same
Chuck in some TV and a lottery game
And you’ll feel OK with a little holiday
Or a pharmaceutical awayday
But then you pay and you pay and you pay and you pay
And you work to pay and you pay to work
And you sell your life for your bosses Merc

It’s an unsound system, it’s fuckin you royally
I’m cutting out of it, ain’t gonna embroil me
In bullshit system, Neo-Liberal democracy
Built on war and modern day slavery
You’re branded: the free market
The words are a mockery
Oxymoronic, like virtual reality, could be
Or more than moronic 
Like the dark son of Trier said it would be

Cos he’s a Marxman, on target
But the Bullingdon bastards gotta large it
The boys from Eton, eating everything
Owning land, people, power even freedom
They got it - they wanna keep it
With the aristo’s and cronies all complicit
Eviscerating cultures, ”asset strip it”
Is the mantra
Of the free market capitalist gangster
He’s an onanist - turning life to mist
While he washes the dosh; merchant banker

Laissez faire?
Let’s be fair
You take your share
Of all that’s there

Then if you’ve got the force, you take the rest, of course
Cos anything goes
With no recourse
To justice
Cos there ain’t none
If it’s Citibank or Lloyd’s of London
Monsanto or British Petroleum
Or some Mother Earth fucking corporation
Sucking life out of all of creation

See this system, great for greed, man
Psychopathic just like Thatcher, Reagan, Friedman
Who was funded by the nazi Ford Foundation
Tried and tested in compliant puppet nations
Where they take ya
Disappear ya
If ya think a little different, then they fear ya
Stick you underground where no one else can hear ya
Or in the ocean, whatever’s fuckin nearer

So let’s be clear, Yeah
This ain’t fair
Everything for sale, even air
Your existence, yeah, this one
Being broken up and sold, ad infinitum 
Life itself on the shelf
You’re leasing yourself
You’re losing yourself

You’re drowning in the Pound, the Euro and the Dollar
Caught in the currency of debt, while you holler
But the Bullingdon bastards won’t listen
It’s an ideological mission
When the dead witch said TINA
A broke world believed her
Now’s time for a truthful admission
Yeah lets demystify 
Cos it’s time to try
To reveal the illusion of the money lie
You gotta work, eat, shit, asleep til you die
And nothing’s gonna change til we change the paradigm
It’s a bullshit system
It ain’t fuckin happenin
For 99.9 per cent recurring 

Now TINA’s for turning
Cos Babylon’s burnin
The system ain’t working 
It’s choking the folk 
In the smoke of their hope
While the rope on your neck keeps on jerking
You back into place
With the rats in the race
Yeah, we jumped from grace with our blinded eyes open
And now we’re bewildered and broken

Cos it’s an unsound system
It’s fucking up your your your area
You think you’re in a safe space
But where the air is rarer
Outside the perimeter
We’re children of the universe 
And we can fuckin hear ya

We’re children of the universe 
Together on this planet Earth
Connected deep at quantum levels
Animated, not by devils
Not my politicians,  priests, manipulators, liars, thieves
Degenerate celebrities
Nor money
Are you getting me? 
Love’s the guvnor, can’t ya see?
Don’t you know it?

As a man said
“Let it be”

Offshore Skanking Business

My town
Sirens sound
Bombs and bullets
Raining down
Sky’s black
No thunderclap
Going underground

Cellar’s cold
Will it hold?
Crying kids
Can’t be consoled
Line’s gone dead
River’s red
We’re in a hole

Direct hit
The seventh pit
Family is blown to bits
Course they know
How hatred grows
Paid hypocrites

Six foot down
Daddy’s found
Covered in a dusty shroud
He looks white
Don’t get uptight
He’s brown

Innit

Dust - 12:11:2023, 21.05

Oink

7th Pit - 19:11:2023, 14.41

Let’s drink to the crazy
The lost-its, the lazy
The skankers, the punks and the ravers
Let’s drink to the drinkers
The drifters, the thinkers
The lost who are coming to save us
Let’s drink to the roamers
The gone-far-from-homers
The nomads, the rovers, the reckless
Let’s drink to the tragic
The mystic, the magic
The shameless, the nameless, the feckless
Let’s drink to the seekers
To decks, dogs and speakers,
And making some noise in the night
Let’s drink to the dancers
The dreamers, the chancers
And those who will always shine bright
Let’s drink to the skivers
The scum, the survivors
The searchers, the dirty, the bold
Let’s drink to the squatters
To pills, lines and blotters
To those who will never grow old
Let’s drink to the dodgers
The blaggers, the bodgers
The singers and bringers of songs
Let’s drink to the sinners
Saints, losers and winners
The fighters and righters of wrongs
Let’s drink to our sorrows
Our joys, our tomorrows
The warriors, the witches, the wise
Let’s drink to the weary,
The foolish, the cheery
The laughter, the smiles and the sighs
Let’s drink to the fire
To sparks flying higher
To the sun and the stars and the moon
Let’s drink to the road
To lightening the load
And the friends who have left us too soon
Let’s drink to our brothers
Our sisters, our lovers
The near and the far and the fled
Let’s drink to forgiving
Let’s drink while we’re living
Because you can't drink when you’re dead

Lyrics by Mark Sleigh... Those Who were Dancing
Tune - Traditional Irish - The Irish Rover

LET'SDRINK - 07:12:2023, 17.33

I washed myself in barrels of Whiskey
Marched a bloody mile in a dead man’s shoes
Heard the bullets flying and the howling of the dying
And that’s why I got the warmonger blues 


CH
Yes ,Warmonger
We got your number
Bomb,burn,maim,kill
Rape, pillage, plunder
Same old shit 
While the world goes under
Beaten black and blue
Thanks to you, Warmonger

You washed yourself in the blood of the blameless
Checked your account as the Stock Market grew
Your cash pile is growing, thanks BAE and Boeing
And that’s why I’ve got the warmonger blues

CH

You rinsed off the blood with the tears of young mothers
Drowned out the bombs downing bottles of booze
The corks keep on popping if bodies keep on dropping
And that’s why you give me themwarmonger blues

CH

You covered your crimes with the lies of the righteous
Told every night on the Ten O'Clock News
They did your recruiting of fodder for shooting
And that’s when I got the warmonger blues

CH

You stayed out of jail with the help of the system
Cynical, jaded don’t care who you screwed
Cobbled together a crew of oppressors
And that’s why you’re giving us the warmonger blues
and that’s why you’re gonna burn
Netenyahu

lyrics by Bernie and Mark Sleigh

warmongerblues1 - 11:01:2024, 09.10

I'd been planning on doing another roots and dub selection, using some of the DJ drops and jingles Gigante did for me last year.  When I heard of his passing yesterday, I had to dedicate this to him.  RIP comrade.

King Tubby & Soul Syndicate - Leaving Babylon Dub
Smith & The Prophets - Valley Of Joeasaphat
King Tubby & The Prophets All Stars - Poor And Needy Dubwise
Sharon Little - Don't Mash Up Creation/Version
Horace Andy - Spying Glass
Wackies - Slave Dub
Prince Far I - Heavy Manners (Album Mix)
Prince Douglas - North Of The Border Dub
Johnny Osbourne - Inflation/Version
Niney The Observer - Blood and Fire
Rockers All Stars - Rockers Dub
Willie Williams - Armagideon Time/Version
Yabby You & The Prophets - Thirty Pieces of Silver (Previously Unreleased Dub Plate Mix)
King Vupp - Another Moses/Version

Dust - 12:11:2023, 21.05

Bernie Pope

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