Mr Major by Lee Tree (c)
(From Tape Two)
amoeba man
faceless leader
pr man
at least with Thatcher there was scope to fight back
the one twisted preacher in the church of her name
thatcherism, fascisim, added up to the same
the bitch reigned supreme
but now the sombre spectre
of masonic moronic PR puppet
mr major
amoeba man
which stone did you crawl from under
where do you stand
my friend
Feth – Rant by Feth (c)
Here is my chance to give a piece of my mind
to sort out my thoughts
and say the things I want to say
against the tide of injustices
we try to make our waves
and I’ll feel like king Canute
made impotent with rage
so this is the fact
I cant do it by myself
save the whales mend the forests
sort out the weather and our health
while with the other hand
distribute all the wealth but I know
I know there are a few things that I can do by my self
I’ll never be a hero though I’m sure I’d like to try
there are things that need doing all around us
all around us in our daily lives
on the billboard of the new car we can all spell the word why
we can all learn to say no when we’re told how to run our lives
compromise your morals is the order of the day
do what you see the others do its regarded as OK
if you were only one to do it
then you’d nearly die of shame
push button conscience switch off keep the people tame
don’t say that I’m naïve
and although you know its wrong
you have to keep your head down keep plodding on
its all too obvious I shouldn’t have to say
it doesn’t have to be this way
When something’s wrong
however small item
when your conscience beats
go with it don’t fight it
in this way we can keep up the pressure
with our ???when your thoughts words and action inaction
what can you share ???
who can you share with
if your inconvenienced
your life starts to slow
that’s the pace your life supposed to go
and the is
electric ? we don’t need it our life’s not a gas
lifes not a gas
and the ????
tap
full of shit
these
we can live without the guilt
these thoughts are nothing new
its an easy one to grasp
its not been ?? for a hundred years
grasp
trade in your modern life of greed
let your neighbours laugh
but the governments wont be smiling
because we’ll have broken free at last
For You by Tegwyn (c)
(From Tape Two)
you’re a man
who stands proud with his gun
won’t you lay down your weapon
and hold out your hand
For you,
you’re a man
who stands proud with a gun
won’t you lay down your weapon
and hold out your hand
For me
I’m a woman
with a child at my breast
and I have no weapon
as I hold out my hand
But you you’re a man
who stands proud with a gun
won’t you throw down your weapon
and hold out your hand
For here is our mother
life’s breath
the moon and the sun
who you continue to threaten
please try to understand
For you
are a child
with a dagger at her breast
and now as I stand
in a pool of her blood
Drop down your weapon
her blood’s dripping from your hand
her blood is dripping from your hand
For she is the birds the trees and the sea
the dolphins at night
the deer
the you and me
And you are a man
who stands proud with his gun
won’t you drop down your weapon
and we’ll try to understand
please hold out your hand
it’s time it’s time
for peace in our land
oh yeah we’ll try
to understand
please hold
out your
hand
Flushed into the Flow by Stephen (Medeema MC) (c)
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Are you catching what they’re saying
their threats are veiled do you understand
that the cattles crook its on a hook
in this never never never land
never never never let you be
they’ll never never never set you free
they’re privatising prisons
they’re for you and they’re for me
I find it well hard that security guards
is the growth industry but note:
they’re privatising prisons
and they’re for you and they’re for me
so what’s the score,
too poor by law
do you give it em back or do you take some more
is it laying down writing
my head is rioting and fighting
but they’re better prepared
but they take a delight in giving us a kicking
I know the windows go
the crowd runs to and the crowd runs fro
a car gets turned
but the public are jo
and the old bill all lets their blood flow
so what do we know
what do we really know
oh yes stop oppression cos we told you so
be really good – you’re good to go
you’re getting flushed into the flow
you’re going down don’t you know
shouting stop to them means go
you want a better life
yeah no
it don’t work like that
I’m a discontent from a council flat
with a carpeted this, painted that
putting a man in a security hat
he sits watching two big screens
divided down in two sixteen
they watch us come, watch us go
know who we meet, and who we know
its recorded down and kept for 30 days
how long before the policeman play
slow delay or just rewind
its another way of recording crime
slow delay or just rewind
rewind rewind rewind selector
jungle it
are you catching what they’re saying
their threats are veiled
do you understand
that the cattles crook
its on a hook
in this never never land
never never never let you be
they’ll never never set you free
they’re privatising prisons
they’re for you and they’re for me
the very soul is scarred
that security guards is the growth industry
but note:
they’re privatising prisons
and they’re for you.
Down the Road by Tragik Roundabout (c)
Flushed into the Flow
down the road there is a bleeding riot
????
four and twenty ???
and police they cannot keep the quiet
oh my no, before you know
waiting there for me
not that bad you see
???
?????
down the lane I met a country tosser
and I had him for a ??
??
down the pub there is a cally waiting
??
Blackbird by Flora (c) and Fraggle
(From Tape Two)
and the blackbird sings a different song
because he hasn’t always been a blackbird
and the oil lines the pockets of the fast city slickers
who make deals with the government the experts and vicars
trying to cover up the cover-up
hoping to cover up the cover-up
cover up the sea with black crude oil
cover up the earth with black crude oil
cover up the sky with black crude oil
cover up the cover up
cover up the cover up
make a deal break a deal
cover up the oil spill
birds otters dolphins don’t pay well
sell a deal buy a deal
cover up the oil spill
cover up the oil spill
cover up the oil spill
and the blackbird sings a different song…
Jesus was a Traveller by Just Jerry (c)
(From Tape Two)
Jesus was a traveller
he went from town to town
he had a sort of vehicle
a cart pulled by a cow
he didn’t get moved on
then by loads of angry police
indeed you could park anywhere
and travel as you please
cause Jesus was a traveller
a dirty scrounging bum
I guess he moved around a lot
for carpentry and fun
free parties they had many
people travelled from miles around
cause Jesus was a traveller
he was persecuted too
Pixies Hat by Paul Gill and Hattie
(From Tape Two)
As I was walking through the woods today
One of the Pixie-folk I chanced to spy.
And on his little head he wore a tidy piece,
“Sure, I’ll have that that,” says I.
It was red and green and it was stitched with gold,
It was a handsome sight for to behold.
And from the point of it there hung two golden bells,
One rang high the other low.
Well, he then sang a song it was of trees and beasts,
It was a magic song to that I’d swear.
For as I then leapt out all for to seize the hat,
Sure he turned into a hare.
Then away he ran and I took up the chase,
And to be sure, it was a hardy race.
He twisted here and there, did that crafty hare,
I could not long keep up the pace.
Well, I was out of breath,
could hardly take a step,
So I sat down upon a fallen tree.
And as I tarried there to
rest my weary limbs,
Sure, I quickly fell asleep.
When I’d had forty winks
about an hour had passed
Before I op’ed my eyes again at last;
And there to my surprise,
before my very eyes,
The pixie sat upon the grass
“Well, how d’you do?” says he;
says he, “D’you want my hat?”
And it comes off his head and onto mine.
The pixie now bows low
and then he disappears;
Sure, he’s laughing all the time.
I felt fine and bold
in red and green and gold,
I felt a handsome sight for to behold.
But then when I got home
and down the street did roam
I was embarrassed to be told:
It was made of leaves
and stitched with horses hair,
It was a strangely sight for to behold;
And from the point of it
there dangled acorn shells,
And neither made a sound at all.
pixies elves and sprites are really very nice and
leprechauns and gnomes are not so bad
but its the little fairies who live in the trees
are really really really rad
they wear silly hats and
dont use baseball bats
and they’re very fluffy to behold
so dont chop down their trees
they really mean it please
cos theyl’ll be homeless and be cold
Copyright 1993 Paul Gill
Bluebell Polka by Stella (c)
(From Tape Two)
Where are the songs of spring?
Where do sweet celebrations ring.
I know a place far from here,
far from world’s greedy eye.
Let us go to the Bluebell woods……
Where fragile flowers shyly peep
from out the shadows of the green.
Let us run and leave this place forever…..
Let us go on a journey rare
into a land you may remember
As summer set ??? sunset dips and light grows dimmer,
the evening star casts a silvery shimmer…..
it’s time to trip to the land of Faye,
to twilight woodlands let us stray……………..
“BLUEBELL POLKA”
ROUND AND ROUND THE TREE WE GO
ROUND AND ROUND IT’S BRANCHES
SPINNING UP AND TWIRLING DOWN
SEEDS HAVE GROWN IN MASSES
BLUEBELLS ON THE FOREST FLOOR
SPRINKLINGS OF DUSK CLOUD
LOVERS LOVING HAND IN HAND
HEARTS A WINGED THEY FEEL PROUD
SEE FORE YONDER VALLEY,
LANDSCAPE SWIFT AND MIGHTY
SUN DIPS THROUGH THE WATER,
TWILIGHT SPELL ENCHANTING
LA, LA LA LA LA ……
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA, LA LA LA L A……
LA LA LA LA LA LA
DIMLY LIT THE LANTERNS GLOW
LIGHT IS FADING QUICKLY
TIME TO FEAST AND TIME TO PLAY
BLUEBELLS RINGING CLEARLY
MOONING THROUGH THE WILLOW TREES
BENDING IN THEIR HALF LIGHT
CAREFUL FOOT MEANDERING
FRIENDS ARE HERE TO SING BRIGHT
SEE FORE YONDER VALLEY,
LANDSCAPE SWIFT AND MIGHTY
SUN DIPS THROUGH THE WATER,
TWILIGHT SPELL ENCHANTING
LA, LA LA LA LA ……
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA, LA LA LA LA ……
LA LA LA LA LA LA
(Dreamtime
instrumental break…
taking
us on a journey through a magic garden)
(poetry) ???? extra not on tape?????
“Do we remember the garden,
where the twilight
echoes would ring through our grove………
and flowers sang their colours into the night…
where moist clay formed into melodious form….
…….and the silken veils of the dancing ones
hung ready on the boughs…..waiting, just waiting
for their creation…….
A wild place…a wild unknown place, a place where
the garden carried and cradled you, where it wept
and laughed and danced and sang with you…….
Embraced within the nook of flowing flowing stream,
flow…..flow ………FLY….FLY…high, mark air
with colour,….dab eyes with breath invisible,
can you feel the garden breathing? can you feel the
garden breathing?…how we are blessed…..
how we are blessed.