I wanted a laptop,
Some dvds
And a mountain bike.
I got a jumper,
Some woolly socks
And major disapointment.
It's a recession in Lapland too.
A pint of stout
A high-stool in the corner
A pipe of tobacco
A bacardi and coke
A duke-box in the corner
A walk outside to smoke
Send me back to Cricklewood
I controlled on the chest,
Turned on the spot
Before vollying home
I ran to the crowd
Kissing the crest
As they chanted my name
Then morning made it disappear
Romance & Passion
Someone to grow old with
To have beautiful children
Someone to cook
Someone to clean
Someone to blame
It's a recipe for divorce
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Ese Che, el que fue Ernesto
His father Ernesto Guevara Lynch
His mother Celia de la Serna
Their Spanish and Irish blood combined
To give us Ernesto 'Che' Guevara
This man Che
The one who was Ernesto
Until he travelled South America
Upon 'la Pederosa'
It was a journey of a lifetime
With Alberto his dearest friend
He was touched by the peoples sufferung
He wished to bring their poverty to an end
Latin America was bleeding dry
Their resources pimped by Yanks
Who lined their greedy pockets
A legacy of poverty was their thanks
Despotic leaders stood idly by
Bribes lined their pockets well
They lived a life of luxury
while their people lived in hell
Che joined the Cuban Revolution
With Raul and Fidel Castro
To fight a US backed dictator
A tyrant called Batista
Che's rebels beat Batista's men
In the battle of Santa Clara
Fidel's men completed the work
With victory in Havana
Che helped to set up the communist state
Then travelled the world around
Listening for the oppressed voice
So to Bolivia he was bound
On October the 9th '69 he was captured
Then sentenced for to die
C.I.A backed Bolivian soldiers shot him
And kept his body to hide
From Argentina to Chile
From Peru to Venezuala
From a revolutionist in Cuba
To a martyr in Bolivia
His mother Celia de la Serna
Their Spanish and Irish blood combined
To give us Ernesto 'Che' Guevara
This man Che
The one who was Ernesto
Until he travelled South America
Upon 'la Pederosa'
It was a journey of a lifetime
With Alberto his dearest friend
He was touched by the peoples sufferung
He wished to bring their poverty to an end
Latin America was bleeding dry
Their resources pimped by Yanks
Who lined their greedy pockets
A legacy of poverty was their thanks
Despotic leaders stood idly by
Bribes lined their pockets well
They lived a life of luxury
while their people lived in hell
Che joined the Cuban Revolution
With Raul and Fidel Castro
To fight a US backed dictator
A tyrant called Batista
Che's rebels beat Batista's men
In the battle of Santa Clara
Fidel's men completed the work
With victory in Havana
Che helped to set up the communist state
Then travelled the world around
Listening for the oppressed voice
So to Bolivia he was bound
On October the 9th '69 he was captured
Then sentenced for to die
C.I.A backed Bolivian soldiers shot him
And kept his body to hide
From Argentina to Chile
From Peru to Venezuala
From a revolutionist in Cuba
To a martyr in Bolivia
Parallel Universe
One mans terrorist
Is another mans freedom fighter
One mans suicide bomber
Is considered by others a martyr
Some say the axis of evil
Consists of Iran, North Korea and Cuba
Others say the axis of evil
Consists of England, Israel and America
If you are from the capitalist West
It seems starting an illegal war is legal
If you're from the U.S backed Israel
Feel free to oppress the Palestinian people
What's the difference between Zimbabwe and Iraq?
Iraq is nourished with oil as Zimbabwe's on her knees with starvation
As the West profited, invading Iraq made sense
But Zimbabwe is condemned as an unprofitable occupation
Is another mans freedom fighter
One mans suicide bomber
Is considered by others a martyr
Some say the axis of evil
Consists of Iran, North Korea and Cuba
Others say the axis of evil
Consists of England, Israel and America
If you are from the capitalist West
It seems starting an illegal war is legal
If you're from the U.S backed Israel
Feel free to oppress the Palestinian people
What's the difference between Zimbabwe and Iraq?
Iraq is nourished with oil as Zimbabwe's on her knees with starvation
As the West profited, invading Iraq made sense
But Zimbabwe is condemned as an unprofitable occupation
Tribute to Bobby Sands
Born in Rathcoole
In the year of '54
Though surrounded by Orangemen
He was Irish to the core
He left school at 15
To pursue his chosen trade
3 years he was a coach builder
Then forced out by loyalsit hate
Then his family moved to Twinbrook
In the nationalist West Belfast
To escape intimidation
Though the mental scars did last
That's when he joined the I.R.A
To put his people first
To rid his home town Belfast
Of the orange hate-filled thirst
Interned in the H-Blocks
Barely 18 years of age
It was his home for 9 long years
Faced with bitterness and hate
They branded him a criminal
Not a prisoner of war
So he joined the blanket protest
With his comrades one and all
The Brits tried to break their spirit
But bthe blanket men stood firm
They kept their heads up high
And told the Brits to fuck off home!
Faced with daily torture
Through beatings and cell shifts
Their pain was only physical
Their minds were free, their hearts were blessed
Through Thatcher's empty promises
10 men died for the cause
Forced to go on hunger-strike
Bobby led them all
On the 1st of March '81
The strike it had begun
The strikers sacrificed their lives
So freedom could be won
Thatcher claimed they had no support
But she was proven wrong
When Bobby got 30,000 votes
In Fermanagh/South Tyrone
Bobby passed away on the 5th of May
The 66th day of his fast
But thanks to his poetry, songs and story
His legend forever will last
In the year of '54
Though surrounded by Orangemen
He was Irish to the core
He left school at 15
To pursue his chosen trade
3 years he was a coach builder
Then forced out by loyalsit hate
Then his family moved to Twinbrook
In the nationalist West Belfast
To escape intimidation
Though the mental scars did last
That's when he joined the I.R.A
To put his people first
To rid his home town Belfast
Of the orange hate-filled thirst
Interned in the H-Blocks
Barely 18 years of age
It was his home for 9 long years
Faced with bitterness and hate
They branded him a criminal
Not a prisoner of war
So he joined the blanket protest
With his comrades one and all
The Brits tried to break their spirit
But bthe blanket men stood firm
They kept their heads up high
And told the Brits to fuck off home!
Faced with daily torture
Through beatings and cell shifts
Their pain was only physical
Their minds were free, their hearts were blessed
Through Thatcher's empty promises
10 men died for the cause
Forced to go on hunger-strike
Bobby led them all
On the 1st of March '81
The strike it had begun
The strikers sacrificed their lives
So freedom could be won
Thatcher claimed they had no support
But she was proven wrong
When Bobby got 30,000 votes
In Fermanagh/South Tyrone
Bobby passed away on the 5th of May
The 66th day of his fast
But thanks to his poetry, songs and story
His legend forever will last
Dail Eireann.....the beginners guide to Irish politics!
What is a T.D?
A member of Teach Dail or a tedious diva?
I'd have to go with tedious diva every time.
What does Taoiseach stand for?
Our head of government or head of cabbage?
I'd go for head of cabbage.
What the hell is the Tanaiste?
The most ready and able or just professionally disabled?
I'd have to go for professionally disabled.
What is this democracy they talk about?
Equality and self-determination or hypocrisy and exploitation?
Hypocracy and exploitation is it?
What is a pre-election promise?
A genuine promise or is it legal vote rigging?
Legal vote-rigging perhaps.
What else would our politicians like you to know?
How they bribed their way to power, or how they sold their morals to stay?
The spin doctors inform us that 'the tribunal will answer that'.
Did I answer all the questions correctly?
'Yes' if you ask the opposition and 'no' if you ask those in power
Those two sides may one day swap places but the answers will always remain the same!.
Irish History X
The history of Ireland consists:
Of oppression
Of rebellion
Of tyranny
And tragic irony
Of the Celtic Tiger
Of the wasted billions
The emigration of millions
Of famine
Of starvation
And of death
But we've always bounced back
Stronger
Braver
Bolder
And wiser!
Of oppression
Of rebellion
Of tyranny
And tragic irony
Of the Celtic Tiger
Of the wasted billions
The emigration of millions
Of famine
Of starvation
And of death
But we've always bounced back
Stronger
Braver
Bolder
And wiser!
Legacy of the Celtic Tiger
Our country's scarred with greed
We're a money grabbing nation
We holiday in the south of France
Thinking we are special
To maintain our life of luxury
We're now up to our eyes in debt
We life a life we can't afford
Our elders we neglect
We've left them on the breadline
Left them dying in the cold
We're too busy making money
We don't visit anymore
But when they die we pray for them
While searching for their will
If our name is not upon it though
We curse their souls to hell
Someday we will regret this
Someday when we are old
The bad example we've set our children means
We will be dumped in an old-folks home
There'll be no use of complaining
It's what we'll all deserve
All our lives we've put money first
But money can't buy us love.
We're a money grabbing nation
We holiday in the south of France
Thinking we are special
To maintain our life of luxury
We're now up to our eyes in debt
We life a life we can't afford
Our elders we neglect
We've left them on the breadline
Left them dying in the cold
We're too busy making money
We don't visit anymore
But when they die we pray for them
While searching for their will
If our name is not upon it though
We curse their souls to hell
Someday we will regret this
Someday when we are old
The bad example we've set our children means
We will be dumped in an old-folks home
There'll be no use of complaining
It's what we'll all deserve
All our lives we've put money first
But money can't buy us love.
White-collar crime
For white-collar crime
You serve no time
For too many scams to mention
You get a pay-off and pension
Fianna Fail turned a blind eye
They had their slice of the pie
Corrupted with greed
Their own ego's to feed
They've squandered our wealth
Pure white-collar stealth
Because in the banks and the Dail....
Morals mean fuck-all!
You serve no time
For too many scams to mention
You get a pay-off and pension
Fianna Fail turned a blind eye
They had their slice of the pie
Corrupted with greed
Their own ego's to feed
They've squandered our wealth
Pure white-collar stealth
Because in the banks and the Dail....
Morals mean fuck-all!
Smile
Todays regrets are last nights broken dreams
But tonight will bring new ones no matter how bad times seem
So lay down to sleep with a heart full of hope
Get a good rest so tomorrow you'll cope.
Remember from dark nights there dawns a new day
From an ice-cold winter comes sunshine in May
Yesterdays problems are now in the past
It's time to move on and never look back
Now you've moved on things aren't all that bad
Just remember and treasure the happy times you've had
Embrace the world with a broad cheeky smile
You've only one life...so make it worthwhile :-)
But tonight will bring new ones no matter how bad times seem
So lay down to sleep with a heart full of hope
Get a good rest so tomorrow you'll cope.
Remember from dark nights there dawns a new day
From an ice-cold winter comes sunshine in May
Yesterdays problems are now in the past
It's time to move on and never look back
Now you've moved on things aren't all that bad
Just remember and treasure the happy times you've had
Embrace the world with a broad cheeky smile
You've only one life...so make it worthwhile :-)
Bye Bye Paisley
On the 5th day of May
In the year of '81
Ireland lost a brave young son
Never to be replaced in our hearts or minds
Bobby Sands you passed away
Long before you're time
But Bobby rest in peace
The war will be won
Our 4 ancient provinces united as one
In our 32 free counties
No Union Jack shall fly
And with Pearse and Wolfe Tone
You'll be smiling from the sky
But when the war is won
What will Paisley do?
He will burn in hell and his orangemen too
He will be asking for more petrol
But the devil shall reply
I have only got green diesel....
A gift from Erin's Isle!
In the year of '81
Ireland lost a brave young son
Never to be replaced in our hearts or minds
Bobby Sands you passed away
Long before you're time
But Bobby rest in peace
The war will be won
Our 4 ancient provinces united as one
In our 32 free counties
No Union Jack shall fly
And with Pearse and Wolfe Tone
You'll be smiling from the sky
But when the war is won
What will Paisley do?
He will burn in hell and his orangemen too
He will be asking for more petrol
But the devil shall reply
I have only got green diesel....
A gift from Erin's Isle!
A Province Once Again
166 politicians sit in the Dail
They rise to the top then quickly fall
When corrupted with greed no more we can trust
These arrogant people who for money lust
They promise and promise until we elect
Once in the Dail they quickly forget
Amnesia sets in as their ego's grow
They tell us to trust them while stooping so low
Our Minister for Health is dumb and obese
Good practice is rare, her mind's a disease
Inept and incompetent she should now resign
But in her riddled mind she is doing just fine
Our Taoiseach's a Biffo who lacks social grace
A meglomaniac who's a waste of space
He sold us to Europe just to make his job easy
Accepted the bailout with conditions so measly
The men of '16 now turn in their graves
Those patriotic martyrs whose lives they gave
To give us the right to determine our future
National pride they tried to nurture
We got rid of the British and for a while we were free
The brave men of '16 smiled down from heaven with glee
Now we have sold out to Europe for the smell of a cent
We are a province again.......this is not what was meant!
Our Minister for Health is dumb and obese
Good practice is rare, her mind's a disease
Inept and incompetent she should now resign
But in her riddled mind she is doing just fine
Our Taoiseach's a Biffo who lacks social grace
A meglomaniac who's a waste of space
He sold us to Europe just to make his job easy
Accepted the bailout with conditions so measly
The men of '16 now turn in their graves
Those patriotic martyrs whose lives they gave
To give us the right to determine our future
National pride they tried to nurture
We got rid of the British and for a while we were free
The brave men of '16 smiled down from heaven with glee
Now we have sold out to Europe for the smell of a cent
We are a province again.......this is not what was meant!
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