declan welsh

'Our view of the world is increasingly skewed by outside forces, by what information we consume and what bubbles we exist in. Mirrors is a reflection of this, a snapshot of paranoia and disassociation. It is the suicide note of a man driven mad by watching the world burn, and not knowing who lit the fire, or why. Driven by a pounding bass riff, the reverb laden guitars spiral the song to a tension which reflects the feeling of being watched, trapped and helpless. "The hollow myth of choice, that says you have a voice, but no one's listening...' - Declan Welsh

Mirrors

"No Pasaran is a song about standing up to intolerance, it's about solidarity and remembering what we're fighting for. In this time where nationalism, white supremacy and misogyny are being normalised, it's important to shout as loud as we can that we don't accept the demagoguery of Trump, Le Pen, Farage, Putin, or any of the rest of the far right. Whether yer fighting IS fascists with the YPG in Aleppo, or punching white supremacists square in the jaw, the message is the same. To those of you who seek to divide working people around the world; you've got no fucking chance.

We're releasing it so close to the election because, while Britain may think itself immune to the disease of fascism, white nationalism and the like, it's influence is creeping. The Conservative party has always been willing to target the vulnerable in order to get elected. This election is no different. They have eviscerated UKIP by becoming them. They are further to the right than ever, and Theresa May is willing to say anything, and betray anyone, to get into power. This includes lying to the white working poor of Britain about immigration. In fuelling this racial tension, she turns two sets of people who are being fucked over by this government on each other. It is only in solidarity with each other we can achieve a better society.

Imperialists, racists, xenophobes, capitalists, misogynists and homophobes - No Pasaran" - Declan Welsh

No Pasaran

Useless

Recorded live at The Hug and Pint, Glasgow

I want your features 
And your statue stare 
I want you presence 
And your top tail hair 

I want a mug shot
 in the shape of you 
Give me a room but not with a view 

I want a photograph 
Of billy blue jean 
I want it all
Every bit that I see 

I want a mugshot 
In the shape of you 
Give me a room but not with a view 

I don't care about this stone cold city
I want your mother and i want her pretty

I want you ugly, i want you in debt
I want you to want to, to want to forget
I want you early, i want you late
I want your indifference, and i want your hate

I want your fire to burn me to dust
I want you to tell me youve got me sussed
I want your friction i want your sin
I want your teeth marks under my skin

I dont care about this stone cold city
I want your father and i want him pretty 

Wanting is yearning is needing is bleeding
Would you bleed if i ask? Id never ask
But if you would task me, to open wounds, id oblige in ways i cant describe with words
Here in verse, im trapped by romantic cliches, each says, something i dont need it to say, there must be a way, but with each passing day, it seems less likely to me, that the way i burn will ever be better described than by the flame that sucks oxygen from lungs, and makes tongues touch tongues, if we could only be so young, as young as i want us to be

I don't care about this stone cold city
I want your mother and i want her pretty

declan welsh

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