Never emptied a birthday party of oldies, quicker than when I put on Ivorās āMore Filth Dirt Cheapā album. They were shocked @cobham-saint
Great Ivor singalong chorusā¦
Some folks like a pussy, a budgy or a tit,
Some take up with a spaniel pup that fills up the house with [woof, woof]
Now I keep chickens and Iāve a favourite one,
Heās my little cockerel and I donāt know where heās gone.
Has anybody seen my cock, my big Rhode Island red,
Heās mostly pink with a little bit of blue and purple on his head,
He stands straight up in the morning and he gives my wife a shock,
Has anybody seen, anybody seen, anybody, anybody seen my cock.
Heās a stiff necked little up start and Iāve had him all my life,
He gives me pride and pleasure and a torment to my wife,
Sometimes heās magnificent and sometimes small and thin,
He puffs up like a chicken when you tickle him under his chin.
His two enormous wattles hanging down, heās the best youāll ever find,
Madam you may stroke him if you like, if you feel that way inclined,
Be careful he doesnāt spit in you eye though.
Oh and all I taught her was everything
Oh I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
Oh the pictures have
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
and also
I know someday youāll have a beautiful life
I know youāll be a star
In somebody elseās sky
But why
Why
Why canāt it be
Why canāt it be mine
In a totally different tone
I donāt ever want to hate you
So donāt show me your bed
The only roads are cul-de-sacs
The only ends are deadI donāt ever want to hate you
Itās not part of the plan
So keep your charm where I canāt see it
And your hands where I can
God save The Queen, a fascist regimeā¦
That song got me into Killer Mike. R.A.P. Music is one of my favourite albums. āAnywhere But Hereā and āUntitledā have got such serious bass that they make me want to install a massive fucking subwoofer in my car and see how high I can bunny hop on the M6.
Itās a brilliant album, innit? I donāt always agree with him but he gives you a bit to chew over; a thoughtful opinion. And then he gives you Run The Jewels, which is some of the best party music.
Heās a dude. Saw RTJ at Glastonbury this year. KM told the crowd to go wild, but specifically told the blokes that if they tried to use this to touch up the ladies, heād be after them. It was perfect.
As to the qualities of that album, it avoids most of the tropes associated with the genre. Itās an album of short stories, basically. from the hilarious JoJoās Chillinā to the historical Reagan to the disappointment of having Atlantaās officials, a majority black constitution in a majority black US city, still manages to preside over a city in which black people are disproportionately killed in āAnywhere But Hereā.
You shared this on Twitter and Killer Mike liked it. I feel all funny inside.
All the lies that you make up? What atās the back of your mind?
Oh you face your I can see and itās desperately kind. whatās at the back of your mind?
Two Icy cold hands conducting the way, itās the Eskimo blood in my veins.
This way that way, this way that they, god how sex implores you
Wrong lyrics
Best lyrical song
Every so often a song really captures the mood or says everything I want to say. This does it for me right now - not great lyrics just simple, angry, apposite.
āStop asking musicians what they thinkā
He said softly as he poured himself a second drink
And outside, the world slipped over the brink
We all thought we had nothing to lose
That we could trust in crossed fingers and horseshoes
That everything would work out, no matter what we choose
The first time it was a tragedy
The second time is a farce
Outside itās 1933 so Iām hitting the bar
But I donāt know whatās going on anymore
The world outside is burning with a brand new light
But it isnāt one that makes me feel warm
Donāt go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Donāt go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
If I was of the greatest generation Iād be pissed
Surveying the world that I built slipping back into this
Iād be screaming at my grandkids: āWe already did thisā
Be suspicious of simple answers
That shitās for fascists and maybe teenagers
You canāt fix the world if all you have is a hammer
The first time it was a tragedy
The second time is a farce
Outside itās 1933 so Iām hitting the bar
But I donāt know whatās going on anymore
The world outside is burning with a brand new light
But it isnāt one that makes me feel warm
Donāt go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Donāt go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
For the dawn
Arenāt you ashamed of this?
I surely hope that you are
We live in a society thatās maybe heading for Mars
But down here we still have a shower of bastards leading the charge
Outside itās 1933 so Iām hitting the bar
But I donāt know whatās going on anymore
The world outside is burning with a brand new light
But it isnāt one that makes me feel warm
Donāt go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Donāt go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Donāt go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Donāt go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
[spoiler]Frank Turner, 1933.
Yep good ladā¦on a more optimistic noteā¦
Historyās been leaning on me lately
I can feel the future breathing down my neck
And all the things I thought were true
When I was young, and you were too
Turned out to be broken
And I donāt know what comes next
In a world that has decided
That itās going to lose its mind
Be more kind, my friends, try to be more kind
Theyāve started raising walls around the world now
Like hackles raised upon a cornered cat
On the borders, in our heads
Between things that can and canāt be said
Weāve stopped talking to each other
And thereās something wrong with that
So before you go out searching
Donāt decide what you will find
Be more kind, my friends, try to be more kind
You should know youāre not alone
And trouble comes, and trouble goes
How this ends, no one knows
So holdā¦
I like the sentiment here, but something about it feels odd coming from the guy that argued the BNP were āHard-Leftā.
Probably just me being petty like.
In my experience, hard left and hard right meet in the middleā¦both totalitarian bigots.
Only going forward cannot find reverse.
The firm circa 198ish