If

We were born 'neath a frosted moon
you have lived with no silver spoon
I can't sing, can barely croon
but I'm coming baby, and I'll be there soon
I'll be there soon
be there soon
I tell you love, that we'll be there soon

All the debts we forget to pay
backs bent low beneath the rain
driving busy on the money-train
no time to dig for the holy grail
our holy grail
I'll tell you love, the holy grail
be here soon

Though every shape be private owned
and every color bought and sold
and every body filled with knives
and every spoken word a lie
I'll tell you love, the holy grail
be here soon

Though every shape be private owned
and every color bought and sold
and laws that brutalise the meek
and every heart, so well-policed

I catch a glimpse of what we seek
soft and smiling on my sheets
soft and smiling on my sheets
naked

well, so it goes, to my suprise
a world of love inside your eyes

not every spoken word's a lie
the future whispers in my ear

hi!

........................... hi!




A woman's love is half the sky
I leave the race, to win the prize.


tho every shape be private owned
and every color bought and sold
and every body filled with knives
and every spoken word a lie

and laws that brutalise the meek
and every heart so well-policed
we catch a glimpse of what we seek
soft and smiling on our sheets
soft and smiling on our sheets




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Food-price riots, and who's to blame
dog eat dog and the world in flames
if 10 million dead are one man's gain
speculating futures of hoarding grain
but don't think twice about the price of rice
you've a winning smile and your hair looks nice
a Camelot casino of fear and loathing
when all you want to do is buy some clothing
turn off the TV, you're bored with the news
but you'll look happy in your Gucci shoes
let's face it, it's all you learn in school
dealing the cards, giving you the fool
try to fit in, that's the Golden Rule
well-dresses success suckered fool!
Climbing on a bandwagon that's got no wheels
like Bob Dylan said, how does it feel?
losing your home, and begging for a meal?

Now your closest friends are busy on the phone
checking their portfolios all a loan
dreamin' of Tahiti, but they haven't got a bone
drinking to oblivion or just get stoned
I've a picture of Ground Zero, it reminds me of Rome

sign a petition, it's good to have a moan
staring at the cage cos the bird has flown.

hip means knowledge, it frees the mind
hop means movement, against the crime

walking down the street, and guess what I saw?
Woody Guthrie, Eminem, huddled in a door
as MLK and Malcolm X walk by hand in hand
re-loading their rifles after Custer's last stand
Leon Trotsky and Thomas Paine chatting in a bar
homeland insecurity, cameras in a car
they think they're pretty tough but they can't take the heat
10,000 Zapatistas marching down the street
mad machete moonlight, I can still hear their feet
they say, sexy momma, let's go out and play
round up the kids cos it's judgement day
10 love-song for every tearaway

I see Charlie Chaplin tying Paul Allen to a tree
then dancing to the sunset with Miss Alicia Keys
after checking all his e-mails, I'm sure that you'll agree
that you should sound like you
and I should sound like me
show me your bank account, this isn't MTV
so much the better, for sincerity is key
and any way you slice it, we all want to be free!


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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

this is no joke.
your poems would be great raps!

Eric

martin marriott said...

I'm... yes, that's were it's heading. A lot of these chunks are as I write them, but will be together as a bigger piece, Judgement Day.

It's such fun to write, as you can imagine. And the way the last word on a line seems to compell the writing of the next line, almost automatically/inevitably, is very interesting.

Now I understand why people get so addicted to it, their mouths moving constantly as they walk down the street. I get that now.

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