OK, yer tiz

As a reminder, it was the album of songs I recorded in '99 before hanging up my bat for good and rejoining humanity. I was nearly 40 and unemployed at the time.

It wasn't really a song, it was a poem I spoke over a busy rhythm track with unriffed jarring guitar work, so don't try and make it scan.

Chaos candidate, (c) Suggers 1999

Mary Beth my dear, your uncle is a murderer
It pains me dearly to be the one who has to tell you so
He?s a fraud, extortionist and drug dealer
But he?s extremely rich, so he?s completely beyond reproach

(sample: ?Girl behind radiator? theme from ?Eraserhead?: In heaven, everything is fine etc))

Can?t sleep these days, nothing burns sleep like lethargy
And if I smoke now that?s one less for the morning
I?ve a fiver till Friday so at least I can walk into town
Feet smarting in seen-better-days shoes
Clipped to my shadow by the light of a pasty sun
Why am I poor here? I could be poor anywhere - somewhere warm

I?m getting cheeked by scruffy little s**tbags
Yeah - I?m skint but you?ll be skint forever
My wastrelhood is a preemptive strike
I exhale my prospects in two smoky streams
I have a job interview at three, it?s a shoo-in
It?s between me and a guy in Papua New Guines
So I wash my head in a shampoo stream
(?I?ll see you soon - I hope I won?t be seeing YOU again?..?)

There?s scraps on the pavements, prime rib on the roads
I?m scolded by strangers on the state of my life
My derelict palaces where ideas echo
Where the birds cannot land
Swept away in the torrent of globalised cash

Vacancy notices - minimalist dogma
I stand with old friends and gaze at familiar strangers
Don?t stand to the left or you lose your rights
National minimum, progress in reverse, advance begat decay
Self-employed warriors, no holiday pay
No bonus, no healthcare, no union - Be Angry

So what?s the answer?
Well we could start by shooting selected shareholders
Drive home the concept of accountability as opposed to accountancy
See here - there?s an essence of ?Time Was? which falls murky from these houses
The doors once unlocked for the desert within
Now, security systems for fast-obsolete symbols
Oh what have so many of us chosen to be?

And faster and faster, keep marketing factors
Boosting production and the dividend
And last year?s distinction is this year?s archaic
It?s The Game - this year you?re all for it
Next year you?re destitute
Tell me - what?s the result of any competition?
That?s right, you fool, but you won?t take it in
I?m scalded by your visions and crushed by your humanity
I?m seared by your aid, and blinded by your light
Can it be that I am oh so simple now
Now that time has daubed my face with lines?
Market Forces - bombast amid the bomb blasts

end with ?Girl behind radiator? sample again, : In heaven, everything is fine etc))

A bit bitter, wasn't I?

Posted By: Sugbad The Bad, Dec 1, 19:58:33