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There's a man on the screen from the apocalypse scene
Saying don't drive your car from place to place
But straight out the door there's someone on the floor
And the coppers got tasers in their face
How to fix the sky when you're barely scraping by?
Is a question on my radar now and then
But leaving the answers to fools, tats and chancers
Will leave us high and dry once again
Cop this, cop this
Reach for the sky cos you know we never miss
Bigots on the mic saying what the hell they like
There with liars and narcissists and hoarders
Chuck em out to see and then throw away the key
As they blah on about shutting down the borders
Which way do we turn as the world starts to burn?
Not to their same old ways, tried and tested
Take a look around as we build it from the ground
And behold where our interests are vested.
Cop this, cop this
Reach for the sky cos you know we never miss
Let's take ourselves in hand and together we will stand
And we'll make it our mission to persist
I'll tell you why because when we aim high
There's no force on earth that can resist
Cop this, cop this
Reach for the sky cos you know we never miss
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Got a letter from the gas board just the other day
I opened and read it, it said they were suckers so I threw the thing away
They want more for their pound of flesh I wasn’t in the mood
Cos if I stump up for it, I can’t stump up for food.
I spoke to my neighbour
She said the same thing too
It’s a cost of living crisis
For the likes of me and you
While rich folk. keep partying and rubbing our noses in it
Feels like there’s a war on - so come on, let’s win it!
Heating or eating
They call that a choice
People get together
Let’s find our voice
Heating or eating
What’s that all about?
We’re off to the city
To kick those blighters out
Just when I thought
No more can I abide
Turns out this crisis
Is not short of world wide
Billions of people
Saying we don’t consent
It’s time to hear the roar
Of the 99%
Heating or eating
They call that a choice
People get together
Let’s find our voice
Heating or eating
What’s that all about?
We’re off to the city
To kick those blighters out
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Sarah Everard was only trying to get back home
A copper murdered her as she was walked home alone
There were a load of protests concerning women’s safety
And a certain section of society responded bravely. What did they say? They said:
There are men feeling uncomfortable so just shut up x 2
There are men feeling uncomfortable
Please think of them that would be wonderful
Now George Floyd’s execution it went viral
And Black Lives Matter protests they did spiral
Structural racism has a deadly basis
But a certain section of society cannot face this
They say
There are white feeling uncomfortable so just shut up x 2
There are white people feeling uncomfortable
Please think of them that would be wonderful
Now trans and non binary rights are a real lifesaver
And full recognition would do those folks a big favour
But soon as they start appearing in single sex spaces
A certain section of society gets in everyone’s faces
Oh!
There are cis people feeling uncomfortable so just shut up x 2
There are men feeling uncomfortable
Please think of them that would be wonderful
Now some of us have spent all lockdown working at home
And others have been out and about in the danger zone
But if you’re working class you don’t want to scream and shout it
Cos a certain section of society won’t hear about it.
The middle classes are feeling uncomfortable so just shut up x 2
There are men feeling uncomfortable
Please think of them that would be wonderful
Now privilege politics can put noses out of joint
But you really have to admit sometimes there’s a point
So if you’re thinking the wrong kind of thoughts - you know the score
A certain section of society will give you what for
(Altogether now..)
Change can be uncomfortable so Change can be uncomfortable just shut up x 2
but after that it’s all wonderful
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I was chilling out the back with Herman the German
We were having a cig in the rain
Amir was in the cupboard where the boss never checks
He was necking with the new girl Jane
We talked about lifting a bottle from the dead stock
After the shift that night
When the restaurant door burst open with a roar
Plates and cutlery dropped in fright
Crash boom bang
Sturm und drang
Welcome to the masquerade
Here to wreck lives and demonise
It’s an immigration raid
Face on the floor
Slap on the jaw
There’s no hiding in the shade
Ask no questions, tell no lies
It’s an immigration raid
As we ran inside right there to our surprise
They had Yas’s arm up her back
Customers screaming
On the floor they were reeling
I thought one’d had a heart attack
Eva had some smoke for later after shift
I could see her put it down her bra
And if you had brown skin or talked with an accent
You had to put your ID on the bar
Crash boom bang
Sturm und drang
Welcome to the masquerade
Here to wreck lives and demonise
It’s an immigration raid
Face to the floor
Slap on the jaw
There’s no hiding in the shade
Ask no questions, tell no lies
It’s an immigration raid
After that they tried lifting Ali from the kitchen
They said they wanted him detained
We made em beat a retreat and he legged it down the street
They’re bullies bur we had 'em tamed
No matter what our papers say you can’t divide us
We all work here and we’re not alone
And by the way, Amir and Jane stayed put there in the cupboard
The cops had left them well alone
Crash boom bang
Sturm und drang
Welcome to the masquerade
Here to wreck lives and demonise
It’s an immigration raid
Face on the floor
Slap on the jaw
There’s no hiding in the shade
Ask no questions, tell no lies
It’s an immigration raid
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The world had been at war nigh on a year in 1915
When a cry went out to women ‘cross the land
Shells were needed down the front so come on down on down the factories
The men are fighting but you’re all to hand
Unmarried working girls and women hunkered down together
A million strong, a tale you won’t forget
Blood and tears and guts and bitter glory in the story
Of those that they all called munitionettes
Leave your skirts behind and get yourself into this uniform
No time for all those ladylike things now
Cordite and TNT and bullets, hazards lurked around
But to the danger zone they just went anyhow
In Silvertown, in Barnbow in Swansea were explosions
So many suffered loss of life and limb
And TNT would turn you yellow they called them canary girls
But gin could always stop you feeling grim
There were nIghts round the piano and labour with the navvies
Who taught them how to work a football field
Across the land footie teams of women were assembled
Come on boys, it's really time to yield.
Can you believe that Bella Raeh once scored a double hat trick
The crowd for one game, 20,000 strong?
That’s how it rolls when you’re told there are some things that you’ll never do
When really you could boss ‘em all along?
The war was nearly done when Winston Churchill told the women
The terms for British industry were sealed
Work for less than men he said on top of that injustice
The FA banned them from banned them from their heir football fields
The working class among them didn’t even get a look in
When women’s right to vote in law was set
But if you look at history you’ll see the arc of victory
When Helen Ward sticks it in the net
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My mobile, my friend
What a state I’m in
Your screen is luminous
The bedroom light dim
You’ve been tracking my thoughts, my mates,
My deepest desires
You’ve wrenched out my soul
Through your touchscreen and wires
You know too much, my friend
I’m going to have to kill you
And cut the cord that binds you to life
You know too much, my friend
I’m going to have to kill you
And with that thought
I reach for my knife
Facebook stalking my ex
Oh, she’s doing grand
That dude I fell out with
Someone signed his band
You work me to a frenzy
And I shoot one off in my sock
This sad, twisted life
Will come out when I’m doxxed
You know too much, my friend
And I thought I’d killed you
I’ve been hoping you’d die
For over an hour
You know too much, my friend
And I thought I’d killed you
Oops, I remembered
Battery power….
I’m bitter and twisted
And gaze at your screen
Smash it with a hammer
Into smithereens
Ten minutes later
I’m a jittery mess
Withdrawal symptoms!
Who could have guessed?
You know too much, my friend
And now look, I’ve killed you
But yes I know
You’re still unbowed
You know too much, my friend
And now look, I’ve killed you
But even without you
All my secrets are on the cloud
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Down From Your Plinth!
03:37
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CHORUS:
Hey-ho! Hey-ho!
Down from your plinth and away you go!
Hey-ho! Hey-ho!
Down the sea and away you go!
This here’s a public space
We don’t want to see his face
Edward Colston slaver twat
Bristol’s gonna see to that
CHORUS REPEAT
For twenty years the people pleaded
The statue wasn’t what was needed
But his charity left Colston standing
Enslaving Africans notwithstanding
CHORUS REPEAT
2020, 7th of June
A gathering most opportune
The statue got toppled and they chucked that wanker
Into the harbour where his slave ships anchored
CHORUS REPEAT
The judge harrumphed now order in court
The accusations all fell short
Defending slavers, can you manage?
How can that be criminal damage???
CHORUS REPEAT
The attorney general had a fit
The law confused her just a bit
The right cried into the internet
It was a time I won’t forget
CHORUS REPEAT
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No welcome in Dover
Or elsewhere in this land
If that’s what you’re here to say
You better understand
No welcome in Dover
Right here on the borderline
Feeding all the hate and fear
Fash not welcome here
From the poisoned pen they’re at it again
And down to the port one morning
Past the lorry lines and the border signs then right then without warning
A bottle flies from the angry sky a bluebird takes a hit
It’s all gone barmy and an ignorant army
Can’t stop stoking it
No welcome in Dover
Or elsewhere in this land
If that’s what you’re here to say
You better understand
No welcome in Dover
Right here on the borderline
Feeding all the hate and fear
Fash not welcome here
A shock from the docks
A shot to the boughs
They ask how many our compassion allows
Cos they’re rousing the masses in a numbers game
Pointing fingers of blame ain’t it always the same
Drowning in boats
Stowing in trucks
Hope trumps fear in this influx
But us? Hide in darkness or head to the light
Those who hold us back we’re gonna have to fight
No welcome in Dover
Or elsewhere in this land
If that’s what you’re here to say
You better understand
No welcome in Dover
Right here on the borderline
Feeding all the hate and fear
Fash not welcome here
From the cops that all protect them
To the state that profiteers
We’ll drive fascists out this land while
Refugees are welcome here
No welcome in Dover
Or elsewhere in this land
If that’s what you’re here to say
You better understand
No welcome in Dover
Right here on the borderline
Feeding all the hate and fear
Fash not welcome here
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You up there on your lofty heights
In the sunset and fading light
That’s where your statues are gonna be
In the river of history
Voices shrill, swift to indict
Leading us to the endless night
I know the place for you to be
In the river of history
For those of you that are wavering
Not too sure you should jump right in
For those that fear the coming strife
There’s a river that gives us life
This old world, hear it creak and groan
Feel the pain as you hurt your own
Birth pangs and a swipe of the knife
There’s a river that gives us life
Now we march, eyes open wide
And they ask you to pick a side
Dear struggle is the midwife
There’s a river that gives us life
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There's a man on the screen from the apocalypse scene
Saying don't drive your car from place to place
But straight out the door there's someone on the floor
And the coppers got tasers in their face
How to fix the sky when you're barely scraping by?
Is a question on my radar now and then
But leaving the answers to fools, tats and chancers
Will leave us high and dry once again
Cop this, cop this
Reach for the sky cos you know we never miss
Bigots on the mic saying what the hell they like
There with liars and narcissists and hoarders
Chuck em out to see and then throw away the key
As they blah on about shutting down the borders
Which way do we turn as the world starts to burn?
Not to their same old ways, tried and tested
Take a look around as we build it from the ground
And behold where our interests are vested.
Cop this, cop this
Reach for the sky cos you know we never miss
Let's take ourselves in hand and together we will stand
And we'll make it our mission to persist
I'll tell you why because when we aim high
There's no force on earth that can resist
Cop this, cop this
Reach for the sky cos you know we never miss
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11. |
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No welcome in Dover
Or elsewhere in this land
If that’s what you’re here to say
You better understand
No welcome in Dover
Right here on the borderline
Feeding all the hate and fear
Fash not welcome here
From the poisoned pen they’re at it again
And down to the port one morning
Past the lorry lines and the border signs then right then without warning
A bottle flies from the angry sky a bluebird takes a hit
It’s all gone barmy and an ignorant army
Can’t stop stoking it
No welcome in Dover
Or elsewhere in this land
If that’s what you’re here to say
You better understand
No welcome in Dover
Right here on the borderline
Feeding all the hate and fear
Fash not welcome here
A shock from the docks
A shot to the boughs
They ask how many our compassion allows
Cos they’re rousing the masses in a numbers game
Pointing fingers of blame ain’t it always the same
Drowning in boats
Stowing in trucks
Hope trumps fear in this influx
But us? Hide in darkness or head to the light
Those who hold us back we’re gonna have to fight
No welcome in Dover
Or elsewhere in this land
If that’s what you’re here to say
You better understand
No welcome in Dover
Right here on the borderline
Feeding all the hate and fear
Fash not welcome here
From the cops that all protect them
To the state that profiteers
We’ll drive fascists out this land while
Refugees are welcome here
No welcome in Dover
Or elsewhere in this land
If that’s what you’re here to say
You better understand
No welcome in Dover
Right here on the borderline
Feeding all the hate and fear
Fash not welcome here
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Cosmo Cardiff, UK
".. a folksinger for our times with a veritable hive of bees in his bonnet..." Rob Adams, Edinburgh Fringe Review.
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