Another wee bit of a song happening here, with a bit of stabby finger-pointing going on in a certain direction. Think, ‘Up yours!’
I don’t care what you say
I don’t care how you say it
Don’t give a damn ’bout what you’re sayin’
Have no reason to believe it
All your lies and broken vows
Were cold back then, I’m colder now
Don’t need your words, don’t need your act
Found something better than your broken pact
I don’t care how you feel
I don’t care how you play it
Don’t give a fuck what you’re feelin’
Have no reason to conceal it
All your lies and broken vows
Were cold back then, I’m colder now
Don’t need your words, don’t need your act
Found something better than your broken pact
I don’t mind if you die
I don’t mind how you do it
I won’t give a damn while you’re dyin’
Have no reason to cry or mourn it
All your lies and broken vows
Were cold back then, I’m colder now
Don’t need your words, don’t need your act
Found something better than your broken pact
Too late to care or to pretend it
Too late to say that we can mend it
All your lies and broken vows
Were cold back then, dead to me now
Don’t want your words, don’t need your act
Dissembled slogans, broken pacts
Pretence of unrequited hearts
I don’t care, we’re through, suck on that fact
The lunatics have taken over the asylum. I’m finding myself agreeing – most oddly – with old-school Tories on how mental everything is surrounding Brexit. I’m looking at yer wummin down below and thinking, ‘No fuckin’ way is that representing me here or anywhere.’
Then I see our Mhairi, 22 years young, sticking up for folk who need defending and doing it in that house of wankers and I know, 100%, that they can all take a running jump off a steep cliff and I won’t lift a hand to stop them now.
Uptight arses, the whole lot of them. Maybe Mhairi was saying, ‘You’re talking shite, hen.’ Maybe she wasn’t. Listening to the shite that was being talked, I tend to think that she was, for it was exactly what I was thinking myself and it is exactly what is being said here every time another arse drops a load. Clean up in Westminster. Drowning in their own shite, so much more to follow and I’m past caring. So much colder now.
We have slid down deep in the rabbit-hole on both sides of the pond apparently. Although it is worse over here….
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It’s unbelievable, Cindy, the level of arrogance on display and the utter disregard for any voice that disagrees or seeks to be heard. Dismissed out of hand and badmouthed just as quickly. Down the hole, round the bend and lost it.
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As it has always been since the days of kings: the gradual grinding down of the populace until there is no fight left. Sometimes it’s best to make sure you and yours are safe in your own bubble first.
I do like your lyric though.
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Oh, the fight hasn’t gone, Chris. Far from it. But I refuse to give credence to any more dross from May and her crew. I don’t think there’s a particularly safe bubble anywhere, these days, but I don’t want to be in the same squeezy bottle, let alone bubble, as this right-wing band of nutters. A crash is coming, they know it and they’re laughing. Sick.
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I think the word ‘nutters’ sadly seems to sum things up.
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There isn’t an opposition, and out in the wilderness too many people like their steak done well.
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So right.
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Only one answer…and the opportunity for that is coming ever nearer.
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Thank god and I desperately hope there are enough people to understand and carry that day.
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