Midlands based writer. 100% Anti-lockdown. Protesting against the present tyranny (loss of jobs and wrecked livelihoods), assault on our freedoms and general well being. Creator of anti-lockdown song 'FLUID FOR A PRIEST'.
There may be blue skies, the sun shining brightly
There may be green grass, this pleasant land thriving nicely
Blue skies, the sun shining brightly
Oh what joy it is to be free, yeah
Oh what joy it is to be free
Aaarrggh! Aaarrggh!
Aaarrggh! Aaarrggh! Stop the crazy world, I wanna get off
'Coz dark days are looming to spoil the view
Never-ending tides of human misery forming a queue
(Too many people,
Not enough housing, not enough jobs)
The solution is staring at us in the face
The lost and the bewildered know their place
Put the homeless in Buckingham Palace
They've got plenty of room
Make 'em work their socks off
(Give them all a nice big broom)
They could sweep the streets and clean all the carpets
And when they've finished,
They could dust down all the floors
(Then lend a hand with the guided tours)
Repeat last two verses
Problem solved
It's staring at us in the face
We all know it makes sense
Put the useless politicians in Buckingham Palace
Put the illegal immigrants in Buckingham Palace
Put everybody in Buckingham Palace
Put the economic migrants in Buckingham Palace
They've got plenty of room
Make 'em work their socks off
(Give them all a nice big broom)
They could sweep the streets and clean all the carpets
And when they've finished,
They could dust down all the floors
(Then lend a hand with the guided tours)
It's staring at us in the face
We all know it makes sense
There may be blue skies, the sun shining brightly
There may be green grass, this pleasant land thriving nicely
Blue skies, the sun shining brightly
Oh what joy it is to be free, yeah
Oh what joy it is to be free
So let's live it up, baby
Put the homeless in Buckingham Palace
Put everybody in Buckingham Palace
Put the rough sleepers in Buckingham Palace
Put the whole world in Buckingham Palace
Round 'em up and lock 'em up in the tower
(And throw away the key)
God save the King and all that peace and harmony, man
Put the homeless in Buckingham Palace
(They've got plenty of room)
Make 'em work their socks off
(Give them all a nice big broom)
They could sweep the streets and clean all the carpets
And when they've finished,
They could dust down all the floors
(Then lend a hand with the guided tours)
Ad lib to fade
They're coming for your kids
They wanna spill the blood of innocent children
Fill their heads with all kinds of poison
Bombs away to destroy the masses
Condemn the random stranger and the inferior classes
No news reported, countdown's started
Cops out of control across the border
Holy contempt for the new world order
Chorus:
Jackboots on for the government slaughter
Forget your rights and jab your daughter
Jackboots on for the government slaughter
Forget your rights and f*#k your daughter
Repeat chorus
They're still coming for your kids
Innocent children with no kind of future
Hold the front page, there is no mercy
Bombs away to destroy the masses
Condemn the random stranger and the inferior classes
Still no news reported, the nightmare has started
Pain and torture for the dutiful hoarder
Holy contempt for the new world order
Repeat chorus twice
Jackboots on for the government slaughter
Forget your rights and protect your daughter
Jackboots on for the government slaughter
Forget your rights and kill your daughter
Ad lib to fade
Was it not you who I saw talking
to the man with the bald head?
No, I must have been mistaken,
I thought he was dead!
Was it not you who I saw in town?
You were looking rather lost
Did you want the garage
or was it the park with the gate?
You were wearing high heels,
it was getting rather late
Was it not you who I saw standing
at the bus stop in the pouring rain?
You were getting soaked by the passing traffic
and the waiting was all in vain; still you weren't
to know they had changed the route
But it wasn't you;
you weren't who I thought you were
It wasn't you who I saw pushing a pram
I was wrong all along,
I was never really sure
You weren't a bit like her:
she was tall and you were fat,
you had blonde hair and she wore a wig
She was thin and you were twice as big
Anyone can make a mistake,
you must have been someone else
There may be blue skies, the sun shining brightly
There may be green grass, this pleasant land thriving nicely
Blue skies, the sun shining brightly
Oh what joy it is to be free, yeah
Oh what joy it is to be free
Aaarrggh! Aaarrggh!
Aaarrggh! Aaarrggh! Stop the crazy world, I wanna get off
'Coz dark days are looming to spoil the view
Never-ending tides of human misery forming a queue
(Too many people,
Not enough housing, not enough jobs)
The solution is staring at us in the face
The lost and the bewildered know their place
Put the homeless in Buckingham Palace
They've got plenty of room
Make 'em work their socks off
(Give them all a nice big broom)
They could sweep the streets and clean all the carpets
And when they've finished,
They could dust down all the floors
(Then lend a hand with the guided tours)
Repeat last two verses
Problem solved
It's staring at us in the face
We all know it makes sense
Put the useless politicians in Buckingham Palace
Put the illegal immigrants in Buckingham Palace
Put everybody in Buckingham Palace
Put the economic migrants in Buckingham Palace
They've got plenty of room
Make 'em work their socks off
(Give them all a nice big broom)
They could sweep the streets and clean all the carpets
And when they've finished,
They could dust down all the floors
(Then lend a hand with the guided tours)
It's staring at us in the face
We all know it makes sense
There may be blue skies, the sun shining brightly
There may be green grass, this pleasant land thriving nicely
Blue skies, the sun shining brightly
Oh what joy it is to be free, yeah
Oh what joy it is to be free
So let's live it up, baby
Put the homeless in Buckingham Palace
Put everybody in Buckingham Palace
Put the rough sleepers in Buckingham Palace
Put the whole world in Buckingham Palace
Round 'em up and lock 'em up in the tower
(And throw away the key)
God save the King and all that peace and harmony, man
Put the homeless in Buckingham Palace
(They've got plenty of room)
Make 'em work their socks off
(Give them all a nice big broom)
They could sweep the streets and clean all the carpets
And when they've finished,
They could dust down all the floors
(Then lend a hand with the guided tours)
Ad lib to fade
They're coming for your kids
They wanna spill the blood of innocent children
Fill their heads with all kinds of poison
Bombs away to destroy the masses
Condemn the random stranger and the inferior classes
No news reported, countdown's started
Cops out of control across the border
Holy contempt for the new world order
Chorus:
Jackboots on for the government slaughter
Forget your rights and jab your daughter
Jackboots on for the government slaughter
Forget your rights and f*#k your daughter
Repeat chorus
They're still coming for your kids
Innocent children with no kind of future
Hold the front page, there is no mercy
Bombs away to destroy the masses
Condemn the random stranger and the inferior classes
Still no news reported, the nightmare has started
Pain and torture for the dutiful hoarder
Holy contempt for the new world order
Repeat chorus twice
Jackboots on for the government slaughter
Forget your rights and protect your daughter
Jackboots on for the government slaughter
Forget your rights and kill your daughter
Ad lib to fade
Was it not you who I saw talking
to the man with the bald head?
No, I must have been mistaken,
I thought he was dead!
Was it not you who I saw in town?
You were looking rather lost
Did you want the garage
or was it the park with the gate?
You were wearing high heels,
it was getting rather late
Was it not you who I saw standing
at the bus stop in the pouring rain?
You were getting soaked by the passing traffic
and the waiting was all in vain; still you weren't
to know they had changed the route
But it wasn't you;
you weren't who I thought you were
It wasn't you who I saw pushing a pram
I was wrong all along,
I was never really sure
You weren't a bit like her:
she was tall and you were fat,
you had blonde hair and she wore a wig
She was thin and you were twice as big
Anyone can make a mistake,
you must have been someone else
I don't intend to be lonely
for the rest of my life
Where can I find a lover
to take me home after a romantic night out?
Where can I find a lover that'll treat me right?
Oh no
Chorus:
I don't intend to be lonely
for the rest of my life
I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my days
Oh no, no, no, no...
No to lonely
I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my life
I don't do lonely
I don't intend to be lonely
for the rest of my life
Where can I find a lover
to take me out for an exclusive dinner?
Where can I find a lover
to take me home and be the perfect sinner?
Repeat chorus
I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my days
I don't do lonely, oh no
I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my life
I don't do lonely, oh no
The tree sways
in the solemn breeze;
sometimes it blocks the light
But it performs
a useful task,
it gives us the air
we breathe
Absolute titillation,
stimulation, fulfillment...
Distant dynasty
limited to a degree;
isolate the key
The friction at full tilt
we're grasping at straws
wafer-thin air
Curious obsession
some wild fascination;
disregard past quarters
motion in the extreme
gathering speed
In the darkness
amid the gloom
rhythm machine splutters
obliterates, sends out signals
that get ignored
Ah torture!
Absolution, rejection
complete and utter paranoia
Proven dream
grasping, igniting
Systems restored,
nothing untoward
Perfection
The game is over
There's no waiting for their kind
The flame of desire flickers and burns
from under the skin
It excites a feeling from deep within
The flesh trembles and warms
to the touch as the heart pounds
and misses a beat
Eyes that were once strangers
engage in a frenzy of wild haste
and abandon as the passion erupts,
sending the blood racing
and manicured hands searching
for new found heights
It is the undisputed king
The flame as it flickers
from under the skin; and
for the moment it triggers the emotion,
letting loose some new sensation:
the flesh hotting up, throbbing, warming,
burning, caressing, reaching its peak
Oh this power and passion thing
that lurks and lingers from deep within
The temperature needs cooling down
It is the desire that turns on the heat...
We were all put on this earth to exist
in our own quiet way
And how still is the night that echoes to not a sound;
this strange odyssey of sweetness and light that reflects
the idle darkness but can't turn off the pain
Man's destiny lies in the stars
or some cursed menace breeding unseen
Fear and hysteria has poisoned the world
There's little escape from the realms of ruin it generates
The depleted hope and the sensation of floating
as the soul departs;
tearful relatives who mourn in advance
And how still is the night that echoes to not a sound;
this strange odyssey of sweetness and light that reflects
the idle darkness but still can't turn off the pain
Oh what peace, such beautiful peace
We were all put on this earth to exist
in our own quiet way
And how still is the night that echoes to not a sound
Oh what peace, such beautiful peace
There may be blue skies, the sun shining brightly
There may be green grass, this pleasant land thriving nicely
Blue skies, the sun shining brightly
Oh what joy it is to be free, yeah
Oh what joy it is to be free
Aaarrggh! Aaarrggh!
Aaarrggh! Aaarrggh! Stop the crazy world, I wanna get off
'Coz dark days are looming to spoil the view
Never-ending tides of human misery forming a queue
(Too many people,
Not enough housing, not enough jobs)
The solution is staring at us in the face
The lost and the bewildered know their place
Put the homeless in Buckingham Palace
They've got plenty of room
Make 'em work their socks off
(Give them all a nice big broom)
They could sweep the streets and clean all the carpets
And when they've finished,
They could dust down all the floors
(Then lend a hand with the guided tours)
Repeat last two verses
Problem solved
It's staring at us in the face
We all know it makes sense
Put the useless politicians in Buckingham Palace
Put the illegal immigrants in Buckingham Palace
Put everybody in Buckingham Palace
Put the economic migrants in Buckingham Palace
They've got plenty of room
Make 'em work their socks off
(Give them all a nice big broom)
They could sweep the streets and clean all the carpets
And when they've finished,
They could dust down all the floors
(Then lend a hand with the guided tours)
It's staring at us in the face
We all know it makes sense
There may be blue skies, the sun shining brightly
There may be green grass, this pleasant land thriving nicely
Blue skies, the sun shining brightly
Oh what joy it is to be free, yeah
Oh what joy it is to be free
So let's live it up, baby
Put the homeless in Buckingham Palace
Put everybody in Buckingham Palace
Put the rough sleepers in Buckingham Palace
Put the whole world in Buckingham Palace
Round 'em up and lock 'em up in the tower
(And throw away the key)
God save the King and all that peace and harmony, man
Put the homeless in Buckingham Palace
(They've got plenty of room)
Make 'em work their socks off
(Give them all a nice big broom)
They could sweep the streets and clean all the carpets
And when they've finished,
They could dust down all the floors
(Then lend a hand with the guided tours)
Ad lib to fade
They're coming for your kids
They wanna spill the blood of innocent children
Fill their heads with all kinds of poison
Bombs away to destroy the masses
Condemn the random stranger and the inferior classes
No news reported, countdown's started
Cops out of control across the border
Holy contempt for the new world order
Chorus:
Jackboots on for the government slaughter
Forget your rights and jab your daughter
Jackboots on for the government slaughter
Forget your rights and f*#k your daughter
Repeat chorus
They're still coming for your kids
Innocent children with no kind of future
Hold the front page, there is no mercy
Bombs away to destroy the masses
Condemn the random stranger and the inferior classes
Still no news reported, the nightmare has started
Pain and torture for the dutiful hoarder
Holy contempt for the new world order
Repeat chorus twice
Jackboots on for the government slaughter
Forget your rights and protect your daughter
Jackboots on for the government slaughter
Forget your rights and kill your daughter
Ad lib to fade
Was it not you who I saw talking
to the man with the bald head?
No, I must have been mistaken,
I thought he was dead!
Was it not you who I saw in town?
You were looking rather lost
Did you want the garage
or was it the park with the gate?
You were wearing high heels,
it was getting rather late
Was it not you who I saw standing
at the bus stop in the pouring rain?
You were getting soaked by the passing traffic
and the waiting was all in vain; still you weren't
to know they had changed the route
But it wasn't you;
you weren't who I thought you were
It wasn't you who I saw pushing a pram
I was wrong all along,
I was never really sure
You weren't a bit like her:
she was tall and you were fat,
you had blonde hair and she wore a wig
She was thin and you were twice as big
Anyone can make a mistake,
you must have been someone else
I don't intend to be lonely
for the rest of my life
Where can I find a lover
to take me home after a romantic night out?
Where can I find a lover that'll treat me right?
Oh no
Chorus:
I don't intend to be lonely
for the rest of my life
I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my days
Oh no, no, no, no...
No to lonely
I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my life
I don't do lonely
I don't intend to be lonely
for the rest of my life
Where can I find a lover
to take me out for an exclusive dinner?
Where can I find a lover
to take me home and be the perfect sinner?
Repeat chorus
I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my days
I don't do lonely, oh no
I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my life
I don't do lonely, oh no
The tree sways
in the solemn breeze;
sometimes it blocks the light
But it performs
a useful task,
it gives us the air
we breathe
Absolute titillation,
stimulation, fulfillment...
Distant dynasty
limited to a degree;
isolate the key
The friction at full tilt
we're grasping at straws
wafer-thin air
Curious obsession
some wild fascination;
disregard past quarters
motion in the extreme
gathering speed
In the darkness
amid the gloom
rhythm machine splutters
obliterates, sends out signals
that get ignored
Ah torture!
Absolution, rejection
complete and utter paranoia
Proven dream
grasping, igniting
Systems restored,
nothing untoward
Perfection
The game is over
There's no waiting for their kind
Midlands based writer. 100% Anti-lockdown. Protesting against the present tyranny (loss of jobs and wrecked livelihoods), assault on our freedoms and general well being. Creator of anti-lockdown song 'FLUID FOR A PRIEST'.
Stage play and a film script in the offering when all this madness ends.
