Tag: Britain

Colder Now

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.

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Bathe, Fiddle, Sing

Egypt’s golden age defiled,

Historic records state,

Intangibles, all forgotten,

Resigned to fickle fate.

Bubbles of illusion burst,

Glamour all the rage,

History rewritten badly,

Burnt on to every page.

 

Rome, another, fallen thus,

All circus and a show,

Political machinations, manoeuvrings,

Citizens content to let it flow.

Corruption in the state

And in the status quo,

Learning left to others,

Leaders planned scenarios.

 

Britain in its empire days

All glory, majesty,

Worldwide fame and flags to plant,

Such a travesty.

Pride, the sin most deadly,

Altering the facts,

Blemishes on antiquity,

Everything out of whack.

 

Powerful becomes corrupt,

It’s written in the stars

And on all pages, in all books,

Dorian Gray revealed such scars.

Lessons from all ages,

From every corner found,

We look, ignore and perish,

Eyes focused on the ground.

 

Lift up our eyes,

Unto the skies,

See

The dawn arise,

Let golden glow be

Aurora’s show,

Not detonate

To die.

 

Amiss we stand,

Remiss we are,

While clowns cavort

In arena’s ring.

Nero fiddled,

Cleopatra bathed,

We dance

And laugh and sing.