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abandon control

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It had a cool sound-track when I watched it on TV

I did it with a knife, a gun, I used only my bare hands

and I only did to them what they've always done to me

it won lots of enemies and also several fans

I never gave the orders to flatten hiroshima

firebomb dresden, or napalm vietnam

and I got my letters yesterday, some women want to marry me

they understand, you see, plus now I'm a celebrity

I just can't make the chat shows cos i'm about to die

while those who kill many millions wear armani suit and tie

my killings are disgusting, there's are civilised

they get promotion. I am caught and tried

but I only did to others what you're going to do to me

and at least for half an hour I felt well and truly free

so I don't need any last rites, cos I'm not on my knees

I'm the only man alive with a sense of dignity

Isn't that why those women want to marry me?




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I remember all the parties
no parents in the way
walking in with Si and Loz
factory-town seemed far away

And we'd walk up the driveway
of houses with their lights on
and every song was perfect
and every girl was so much fun

and we didn't stand around, we danced
and the lucky ones would fall in pairs
and you'd always see some certain ones
glide slowly up the stairs

I remember all the parties
with nothing set in stone
holding a bottle of cheapo wine
and trading roll-your-owns
and when you asked what their plans were
it was always, "I don't know"

I remember all the parties
no parents in the way
walking in with Si and Loz
factory-town seemed far away
ask someone what their plans are
it's always, I don't know

but the world is a peach, that we'll devour


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bobland and beach photos

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Surrealism is punk in spirit

Without punk there is no surrealism

Andre Breton formed a punk rock band

Van Gogh was a punk

Jonathon Swift was a punk

Antonin Artaud was a punk

Che Guevara was a punk

I am a punk

You are a punk (maybe!)

Punk follows no orders

If something is not punk, it does not exist

Punk is always popular, and always ignored



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magazine collages

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....................................She used to be a girlfriend, now she's just a muse.

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i snagged my sweater on a corner of your star

my rampant heart in the broken tongues of the day

your body unlocks a long river

body exploding under the weight of what is.

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smmoonmoth fleshlight


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English civil War.....................................................((song by Joe Strummer, last 4 verses by me)


When Johnny comes marching home again, -- hurrah!, hurrah!
he's coming by bus or underground, -- hurrah! hurrah!
a woman's eye will shed a tear
to see his face so beaten in fear
and it's just around the corner, in the English civil war

It was still in the age of clubs and fists, -- hurrah! hurrah!
when that well-known face got beaten to bits, --- hurrah! hurrah!
your face was blue in the light of the screen
as we watched the speech of an animal scream
the New Party Army was marching right over our heads!

They said it couldn't happen here -- hurrah! hurrah!
was it anybody that we know? -- hurrah! hurrah!
but what was that parcel under the stairs
and who got caught out on the unawares
when the new party army came marching over the stairs?

They say it couldn't get much worse, --hurrah! hurrah!
and then she looks inside her purse, -- hurrah! hurrah!
she's got no food to feed the kids
she's lifting up the dumpster lids
the new party army is marching right over her head!

When Johnny comes marching home again, -- hurrah! hurrah!
home from work or from the bar, -- hurrah! hurrah!
did we sell our brains to get some calm
tell me, bro, did we get far?
the new party army is marching over our heads!

They must think we're as thick as shit, -- hurrah! hurrah!
live on our nerves but not our wits, -- hurrah! hurrah!
they must think we're as thick as shit
the way that we put up with it
the new party army is marching right over our heads!

When Johnny comes marching home again, -- hurrah! hurrah!
will be burn this town down to the ground? -- hurrah! hurrah!
will he let out a dreadful sound
like a voice that's newly-found
the new party army, so Johnny comes marching home...


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Uncle Henry got so fat
Uncle Henry got so fat
What do you think
about that?
how Uncle Henry got so fat?

first he boiled the little ones
he made them jelly in his scones

then he chewed his brand-new wife
kept her tongue as a shiny knife

used the knife to kill his mother
used her head to kill his brother

used his dick as pencil-cover
then he took an older lover

but the story finished sad
when he married his own dad

how did Henry get so fatty?
he turned out just like his daddy
he swelled out just out like his daddy
that's how Henry got so fatty


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I a pull off your sheet2 pictures


I just wanna pull off your sheet
Oh my monster you're so sweet
I just wanna pull off your sheet
oh my monster you're so sweet

I wanna play a hair-guitar
I wanna play a hair-guitar
I wanna play your hair-guitar
I wanna play your hair-guitar
do you have a hair-guitar?
do you have a hair-guitar?
do you like your hair-guitar?
do you like your hair-guitar?

sometimes my bed stinks
because of the cat
and it's not even mine

I wanna live in a cardboard box
I wanna smell your foxy fox
I want 7-11 socks
you get five pairs they slowly rot
I buy 7-11 socks
you buy five pairs they slowly rot

I just wanna pull off your sheet
Oh my monster you're so sweet

I wanna play your hair-guitar
I wanna play your hair-guitar
I wanna play your hair-guitar so badly



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I was born neath a frosted moon
by a sugared hill that gently sloped
where men and mice were bride and groom
a pair of lovers busy grasped

inside a cage of darkened glass
so no-one saw the dangled rope
and no one spied the poisoned vat
and tearful leaves that drifted past
the windows of our rented room
no call to arm or words of hope
no idle chat or bosses' cash
will part us from our private tomb

for we were born neath a frosted moon
and the holy grail gonna be here soon



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Kitten Smitten


get out of the garbage and walk the dog
she's so cute like a little fairy
take the toy, it's a blistered frog
oh my goodness, look at you
she's paranoid won't leave the bed

calm her down, the cat's insane
private eye for the bloody fax
I'm not Che and she's so vain
the shaky shelf, the music blast
intuition, if you've got the knack
pyscho cat

she can listen, she understands
she's a ball of fluff, some rampant drug
nothing like what the others have
gets in my jeans, destroys my money
and i can't seem to get enough

i go to the shows, then back to the groom
where are you, big cat, she wants you bad
then last night it was gloomy
sad cat! mad cat! are you being bad?
i mention the vets, it's just a bluff
that shit's expensive, don't tear it up
where the fuck is that cat at?
I've got a lover but it's her I love
if she's outside I'm gonna be pissed

if i shake the treats she'll come running
coming upstairs or waiting there
flops on down, exposes her tummy
where does she live? inside my hair!

used to be obsessive about cleaning it
never minded her little shits
she's got great teeth, she's on a mission
you can smell her coming, an egyptian vision
she who knows but doesn't share
inside my hair is a living nightmare

she's so cute, she made these scratches
is she on your bed? is she lost downstairs?
what's up girl? not much these days
but it's terrible to know that someone cares

I poked this poem beneath my hat
and threw my clothes in a plastic bag
wanna connect, and ignore the facts?
don't tell me how to treat my cat!
don't you ever stroke my cat!

nobody except her understands me
i wonder what she'd say if she could talk
i got that bowl from value village
take out the garbage and go for a walk

why me, why me, I won't hurt you
i've loved you since the day I cursed you
psycho kitten, if you'll allow
I'm not fat, I'm just furry
are you coming up the stairs or waiting there
where are they hiding? inside my hair
when I hear that soft miaow

nobody except me understand me
i wonder what i'd say if i could talk
i got that bowl from value village
take out the garbage and go for a walk

recycled cat, c'est que say?
pyscho kitten, all the way


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Pulling The Shirt Off
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Have you heard about a man called Michael Chertoff?
he's the kind of man that makes me nervous
he's a true defender of the nation's purity
titular head of Homeland Security

Michael Chertoff, the family man
married to Meryll, two lovely daughters
and daddy to us all, it's such a burden
Harvard College and magnum cum laude
he's probably got a mistress, he sure can afford her
and a Mexican house-maid who crossed the border

look at his photo -- you'll see the fangs
the fish-cold eyes and nervous hands
holding the strings for the business gang

he's the boss of bosses at the FDA
the man of ICE, border security
thought-police, and customs procurement
he's even in charge of the Postal Service --
Michael Chertoff makes me nervous!

you can follow his website every day
even send him an email, but watch what you say
he's found a way to stop the slaughter
thru the modern use of ancient torture

well it's a free country, yeah, every day
I said, I'll take YOUR ass to Guantanamo Bay

then I'll hire me a crew of lumberjacks
to construct a system of medieval racks
and I'll stretch your bones until I hear them crack
with a gag on your mouth so you can't talk back

as electric shocks light up your wrists
be nice to see YOU SIR, wet with piss
cying to your god, with a baton up your ass
your eyes still burning from candle-wax

then I'll brain you, train you, bruise and degrade you
treat you like a dog, waterboard you
cover your head in a plastic bag
pure white-noise you
chained to the floor for the rats to gnaw you
then leave you to rot, I'll stop the attacks

I'm not Muslim, not even Black
but I can see your KK hat

with the Geneva Convention off our backs
I'll ask the questions, and I'll get the facts
and then I'll cut off your balls, cos you're a fucking twat

how do you like that, Mac?

Michael Chertoff, the family man
married to Meryll, two lovely daughters
Harvard College and magnum cum laude
he's crying to them now, about the New World Order.


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BBegrudging strays on judgement day

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Barfly


drunk as a skunk with the bores at the bar
ganja farmers and near-nirvanas
closet kings of a future drama
glance at the pants of jeffrey dahmer
closest thing to the dalaii lama
slow dance trance with what might harm ya
take two of these, it might just calm ya
a surgeon's journal to the end of the dark

you want to hit the hole but you're under par
liquor-bottles glisten like a million stars
the train-tracks weave, you disembark
the picturesque friction of hickey-art
can we use your body for a game of darts?
juke-box hustles reflect your scars
menthol, mental, oh gentle heart!
this world's dead, is there life on Mars?

No we talk, Yes we can't
evicted for your diction, from the school of charm
don't enter her, you'll come to harm
and that stools busy til the guy departs
let's kill each other, it'll be a start
addicted to the fiction of a future calm

so hasty vacation to a vacant place
yearning fur and friendly lace
drowning in a notion of manly spars
queasy on your knees in a bathroom farce
the seats been greased by lonely-farts
sexist balms & mis-spelt psalms
neat graffitti, and shaking palms
don't walk like that, you've gone too far
full-moon swoon at Siren park
from the pungent spray of Hudson bay
bring us your homeless, we'll make them slaves
to some body found in the Puget Sound
robots stoic flock every town
see them from a condo if you just look down
the begrudging pay by credit card
glued together til life do us part
the dungeon-grey of, Life's so hard

parks you for the blues
in a shopping cart
snoozy news and shoes-alarm
each new child is a brain-dead start
a fable of vampires tears you apart
sitting on the shitter, on maggie's farm

incomplete calm and centered rage
blue-collar shakespeares have their day
swinging through the bars of a toxic haze
they don't know much but they've lots to say
especially about cemetaries and bills to pay
Kurt so hurt and Mia slain
and how this city has really changed
when I was a kid I saw cows graze!
and you should have heard the bands that used to play
I gave it my all but it doesn't pay
do you see how the sky is always grey?
my closest friends have moved away
i'm the only one who chose to stay
hey now honey, don't spill that tray
it's juice of the gods, and anyway
there's one more guy that we need to blame
comet twilight and mecca'd fame
one more ache that needs to fade
but treat them fair on judgement day
for you'll be sweeping up the shadows
of a future age



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every shadow pulls to love us
all has ears, legs, and voice, yes
past and future in the ball of now
and trees that stretch their royal fingers
and buried wars are grandpa-slow
and deep lush leaves of future lovers
we gather round the old camp-fire
in flames that teasing tongue and weave





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The Strange Case of the Missing Tequila.


your 2 bars of soap made of pizza
your 12 camels
your hair made of salt
your windows made of salt
every princess in Mexico
every moon
every flower
your floorboards made of burnt toast

the cologne cathedral inside your chest
gothic blues jazz-strobe
the fall-down-hole in the desert with its' desolate light-bulbs
from which I will one day escape and now i certainly have
your head rolled out is the horizon
red-carpet toe-nails and mournful buttons precede you
your feet walk along next to you
a black frying-pan so heavy it takes five men to lift it

then they carry it around the fairground in a tribal stomp
on the pan rests the haunches of a motionless donkey


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taken today.

The 7.

Today is the first day of the seventh month.

Seventh heaven.

but there's something else... I will have to roll the ball!

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...............................................................Psst, slip into this! ...It'll fit you like a glove!



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Everybody wants it

and nobody is ready for it,

Yoko

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The Democratic party, fluted suits of blue
they run things for the banks, they run things for the few
they stand up for the flag, but not for me and you
look at all their sponsors and you'll see it's true
we need a new party with the worker's view
we're tired of the old and we're bringing in the new
the lines are getting longer down at harborview
look at new orleons, that's what they think of you
we need a new party, with the worker's view



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You can work 10 jobs with no pension plan
get fired for stopping if you need the can
get shot full of holes in a parking-lot
when d'you think these pigs are ever gonna stop?

Elections are erections, such a proud display!
puffing out their feathers but it's just date-rape
a bunch of billionaires laughing in our face
a 2-party state is fucking us today
The only thing sleazier than John McCain
Obamas and Clintons that can feel our pain

We can't pretend we're lost, we can't be led astray
a party of the workers is what we need today
keep your shit together, and choose another way
we gotta stay alert, cos it's judgement day

no seats for me and you on the gravy train
poor old grandpa spinning in hs grave
saw you kiss the devil's as for a dollar raise
the capitalist system is so insane
look at old russia going down the drain
look at new china, the people enraged
they're running out of oil so they're using the grain
too many hungry in the world today
too many pictures that are shades of grey
too many pens with nothing to say
too many people have been led astray
but we better get it right, cos it's judgement day


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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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take my body if it's what you need

american dreamers, ungodly tease
handcuffs hanging from the money tree
the trunk's been greased and you're on your knees
swaying slightly in a texaco breeze
teardrops on the corner, Excuse me, please

liquor-bottles glisten like a million stars
drunk as a skunk with the bores at the bar
all the fine romance of a credit card
neptunic nostalgia won't get you far

pushing fishing-boats through a sea of lies
knowing that your heart has a pair of eyes
welcome each day as a new suprise
striving blindly through the daily grind
knowing that your soul is your only prize

hip means knowledge, it frees the mind
hop means movement, against the crime
hip-hop soldiers are rank-and-file
strapping on their boots for another mile
your dearest friends don't always smile

any honest love puts the world on trial

to stand in the dark and point to the light
is the only reason a poet ever writes

meet me at the bottom, at the end of the game
to be unknown is to win great fame
ten love-songs for every tearaway

every honest love puts the world on trial

food-price riots, and who's to blame?
millions dead and the world in flames...


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They're kicking the homeless out of the parks

and too many people scared of the sharks

and too many old people losing heart

and too many people in the trailer-park

can't afford electric so they're in the dark

there's too many banks giving friendly loans

now you're sleeping in your car and you're alone

except for both your kids and your brand-new phone

that's just been disconnected cos your money's gone

You've got two jobs cos the system doesn't work

they've killed more aliens than captain kirk

like rambo on acid they've gone berserk

you're slaving for a system that doesn't work

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Speed means freedom won't get you far
the class dynamics of a moving car
face in the hood, you've found the bar
singing falsetto in a jail opera
no file in that cake, making license plates
guilty as charged for that look on your face
they'll shoot you in the back if they want a race
plus lots of free labor in every state

They'll erase every trace of grace from your face

Social workers stalking outside the gate
sailing more oceans than Captain Drake
clothes with no-one in them doesn't suit my taste
paperwork peppered with shake and mace
late night tell-you-visions, are we all awake?

You can spend your life saying "Oh Yes Boss"
You can spend your life staring at a wooden cross
you can make your car shinier than new lip-gloss
but a rolling stone doesn't gather moss

the only thing sleazier than John McCain
is Obamas and Clintons that can feel our pain


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I took this today, in Obama-ville, Capitol Hill, Seattle. Ironically, it is the 'garden' of the vets there.
As I was taking the picture, a woman came out and asked with concern "Is there anything wrong?"





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you're not here. oh how nice, oh how nice. you're not here. office boardgame, you're not here. coffee-house smile you're not here. a walking art gallery you're not here. stinking of death you're not here. lying to my face you're not here. eating my food you're not here. sitting on my face you're not here. passing the hat round you're not here making war you're not here hating your family you're not here loving me you're not here raping your sisters you're not here riding the high horse, you're not here spilling the street you're not here riding in cars, you're not here, reading books, you're not here, being me I'm not here, me inside you we're not here, squealing like a pig you're not here another piece of cardboard you're not here a smile on a stick, you're not here you want to be loved but you're not here, you're an omelette with hands you're not here your hiding under the floorboards you're not here busy at work you're not here, I don't want you, you're not here, you've lost the game you're not here you're not here. i want you, an old man in a wheelchair, sucking the brains out of a squirrel's head, while a woman outside puts a gun into her mouth, glass case of emotion, birds of a feather, you're not here. oh how nice, oh how nice, you're not here.

stamping on a statue of yourself, the illusion of power.




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If you wanna catch an aeroplane, you gotta get undressed
history's no mystery if you trust the text
Che, Farrel Dobbs, and Malcolm X
I read them at night instead of having sex
cos what can be hotter than when your mind's erect?
I've got enough visions of naked breasts
billboards bulging with plastic pecs
kids die coming, ropes around their necks
down-loaded porn buried in the desk
if you want to be a master, you gotta pass the test --
sicko-fantic, fully-frantic, Wild West!


Too many people have been led astray
blaming each other is the rich man's game
slaving in the factory with bills to pay
but we better get it right, cos it's judgement day

Another coal-miner can't take a breath

another roofer falling to his death

another poor kid fucked-up on meth

more proof greed is the mother of death



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A shelby


A kiss for a kitten, a roll in the hay
crawling back to momma with your dick in flames
cracks in the sidewalk can dance all day
rolling the dice in the plague-daze of Aids
some say, Oh dear, it's such a shame
as if they're watching a flower that slowly fades
but that's Sean Bell dropped in his grave
a suicide-victim, a heart-attack slave
another coal-mine that can't take a breath
another roofer falling to his death
another poor kid fucked up on meth
more proof greed is the mother of death

..................................................................................................................................by Shelby, Seattle





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You can choose to fight or you can choose to pray
but you better get it right, cos it's judgement day.
too many hungry in the world today
too many pictures that are shades of grey
too many pens with nothing to say
too many people have been led astray
and we better get it right, cos it's judgement day

Van Gogh goes ga-ga with his palette-knife
greens and golds, against the night
layers it thick to express his life
throw ink at the wall, it'll come out right
use both hands cos you're in a fight

Hey Bill Gates, waddya say? I challenge you now to a public debate
one poor man against one rich fake, call me anytime I'm always awake
to inherent possibilities for me and mine, expose the machinations of your global crimes
I'm friendly to children most of the time
but I'd pulverise your ass with some busted rhymes

you might have Jay-Z in your sales campaign, investin in Vista, he's playing the game
Brooklyn song-bird, now throatless slave, all we've go for dinner is what the food-bank gave
but you can't buy me, because I'm not for sale

you can work ten jobs with no pension plan
get fired for stopping when you need the can
get shot full of holes in a parking lot
when d'you think these pigs are ever gonna stop?

well there's peasant blood running through my veins
and peasant pride, devoid of shame
my grandad couldn't read, but it starts to fade
I'm cheering the Titanic as it sails away
cos my family NEVER earned a decent wage
live free rebels, or die as slaves
where I'm from a muddy ditch is a boss's grave
tribal warriors, on center stage.

truckers cause a ruckus on the old freeway
why dumb down when you've things to say?
we're writing the book, and we're turning the page
blue-collar shakespeares strutting the stage
and we better get it right, because it's judgement day


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and it don't stop, and it don't stop, and it don't stop...



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Brother Joe

...............................for Joe Strummer

you take my heart and bounce it on the floor

you take my legs and push them out the door

you wrote just what you thought, and more

you didn't buy your soul inside a store

Joe Strummer, where the ocean meets the shore

beery boys, and the war on war

a virgin in a whorehouse

the working class, on tour

red banner of every color now unfurled

a citizen of time, and of the world

a virgin in a whorehouse

the working class, on tour

you stand firm, where others choose to fall

modesty incarnate, full of balls

you're busy kicking bricks from the wall

brain and heart striding in one place

the future unwritten, written on your face

redemption song of the human race

so undefeated, and once again, for sure

the bosses and the cops are hitting the poor

Tom Joad, Joe, Johnny Appleseed

they might pass by you, in your hour of need

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Friends Are Asteroid Bracelets.

Lover's antlers, ambiguous doctor, wheatfield of frogs, ink-splattered roses, terrified rabbits, test-tube weeping of
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syrupy assassins
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hiccuping into the barn. Molten reunions.
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lavender straws and treacheous pages
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the jester's boombox of stars and lilies

agnostic pick me ups, honey's conundrum, the cure for what fails you
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Arthur's ring.
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Ink-stained heartling, terrified sugar-cubes in the lake
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random neighbors, a tower in the desert, Havana harness melting into the future
d
parsnips aflame.
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asisine prussian pillow-fights of tranquilised sturgeons
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dangerous liasons, sword-pike-gold mine, holding tightly to the harvest. Venal butter, dog-collar of pages
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turbulent blue shadow, violent neighbors, strong ankles, pick-ups in the yard
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dragooned debt, highwaymen fleeing the circus of particulars, of lingeried sand-castles and pasteurised dumplings

a soap-box for apes. prancing Sodom's highway

the underwater school of shadowy furnaces, coal-mineerwter scool of shadowy furnaces, coal-xsvfddmdine x
mine, when I awake



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