Don’t Ask Me / PIL


Don’t Ask Me / PIL
What you gonna do – When the river runs dry
Put your drills in the mud – Death up in the sky
Should have saved those bottles –
Should have saved those cans
Shouldn’t ought’a listen to the plastic man
No more toilet paper – It’s gone just like the trees
Do you like the taste of honey – Isn’t it best without the bees
Be careful what you’re doing – You’re messing up my life
And if all this world’s a cake – Then you took too big a slice

What’s it all about – They scream and then they shout
Don’t ask me – Cause I don’t know (I don’t know)
What’s it all about – They scream and then they shout
Don’t blame me – I told you so

Read it in the papers – You hear it in the news
Very few listen – A spew without a view
And is it really worth it – You’re choking on remote
I see the red tide coming – But we don’t even vote
Infection in the greenhouse – Dizzy in the clouds
Oily as an ocean – Heaven disemboweled
Planning on a future – Well lucky for some
Develop your body – But your mind is still a slum

What’s it all about – They scream and then they shout
Don’t ask me – Cause I don’t know
What’s it all about – They scream and then they shout (Well don’t ask me)
Don’t blame me – I told you so (Middle-age)

The product in the packaging
Of multi-layered glam
150 layers of materials
To cover up a sham
Protecting my planet
Wrap it in plastic
This package is product
Perfected eternal
A crap in a cling wrap
I never met yet a prime minister or president
Who told the truth yet

Swimming in the slurry
Burning in the heat
Wind blown is this weather
I eat what you secrete
I climb this highest derrick
This circus has no prayer
No UFO to save us
And do we really care

What’s it all about – They scream and then they shout (Do we really care)
Don’t ask me – Cause I don’t know
What’s it all about – They scream and then they shout
Don’t blame me – I told you so

What’s it all about – They scream and then they shout (No UFO to save us)
Don’t ask me – Cause I don’t know
What’s it all about – They scream and then they shout (No fun, no religion)
Don’t blame me – I told you so

What’s it all about – They scream and then they shout
Don’t ask me – Cause I don’t know
What’s it all about – They scream and then they shout (Climb this highest derrick)
Don’t blame me – I told you so

Kiss goodbye to the Earth, the sun, the moon
It’s easy to deceive a child.

Gang of Four live Zagreb 1981


Gang of Four live Zagreb 1981 (posted on youtube by Strazarni Lopov)
Paralysed
Not Great Men
Return the Gift
What We All Want
Natural’s Not In It
Damaged Goods

Paralysed
They say our world is built on endeavor, that every man is for himself
Wealth is for the one that wants it, Paradise, if you can earn it.

History is the reason… I’m washed up
Blinkered, Paralysed… Flat on my back.

My ambitions come to nothing,
What I wanted, now seems just a waste of time.
I can’t make out what has gone wrong.
I was good at what I did.

The crows come home to roost
And I’m the dupe.

Not Great Men
No weak men in the books at home
The strong men who have made the world
History lives on in the books at home

It’s not made by great men

The past lives on in your front room
The poor still weak the rich still rule
History lives on in the books at home

The past lives on in the books at home
No weak men in the books at home
History lives on in the books at home

Return the Gift
Head away, from the years
You’re on the price list

Everything will stop your new changing
The grid will be filled
Go to Scotland, no Obligation
We’ll send you an invitation
We’ll send you an inside shower x2

It’s on the market, You’re on the price list

In the spring, who can say?
Please send me evenings and weekends
Shared by with the weeks
Please send me evenings and weekends

What We All Want
This wheel spins letting me off
It’s not the lack of trying, can’t put my finger on it.
You can’t help being hard up
Can’t trust the Gods we trusted
Don’t think there’s any insurance

Could I be happy with something else
I need something to fill my time x2

This wheel spins letting me off
These doubts and nagging worries
Nothing to work towards
This demon on my back
Preaches the razor’s cut
The hope that does not fade

Could I be happy with someone else
I need someone to fill my time x2

Natural’s Not In It
The problem of leisure, what to do for pleasure…
Ideal love a new purchase; a market of the senses.
Dream of the perfect life; economic circumstances.
The body’s good business; sells out maintain the interest.
Remember Lot’s wife, renounce all sin and vice.
Dream of the perfect life!
This heaven gives me migraine.

The problem of leisure, what to do for pleasure…
Coercion of the senses, We are not so gullible.
Our great expectations, A future for the good.
Fornication makes you happy, No escape from society.
Natural’s not in it, Your relations are of power.
We all have good intentions, but always strings attached.
Repackage sex keep your interest.
The problem of leisure, what to do for pleasure…

Damaged Goods
The change will do you good, I always knew it would
Sometimes I’m thinking that I love you, But I know it’s only lust
Your kiss so sweet; your sweat so sour

The sweat’s running down your back the sweat’s running down your neck
The sins of the flesh, the simply sins of lust
Heated couplings in the sun (or is that untrue?)
Cooler couplings in the night (never saw your body)

Your kiss so sweet; your sweat so sour,
sometimes I’m thinking that I love you ut I know it’s only lust
Your kiss so sweet; your sweat so sour -chorus-

Damaged goods, send them back; I can’t work I can’t achieve
Send me back… Open the till,
Give me the change you said would do me good
Refund the cost
You said you’re cheap but you’re too much

-chorus-

The change will do you good
I always knew it would
You know the change will do you good
You know the change will do you good
I’m kissing you goodbye… goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

To Hell w/ Poverty / Gang of Four


To Hell w/ Poverty / Gang of Four
In my arms we shall begin we’re not on the rocks and there’s no charge
In this land right now, some are insane, and they’re in charge

To hell with poverty we’ll get drunk on cheap wine
To hell with poverty the check will arrive it’s in the post again
To hell with poverty the check will arrive it’s in the post again

Shipwreck / Chris Connelly


Shipwreck / Chris Connelly
I hope no one can find me
recessed in these waves quite alone
although grounded inside me
the fever bleached out by the sun
Are you gonna gauge your rage by the stars?
lift me on your shoulders to see where we are
every ripple brings a gift to your feet
some of them worthless; some of them sweet

I’m as soaking wet as your eyes
grey robs blue and heads for the sky
here comes another shipwreck, to pass in the night
design your own sunset and drop out of sight

You give to me what splendor is left submerged
Oh baby, don’t worry, I’ll drown enough for two
it’s sinking, believe in it, I’ll stay with my ship and ask…
Oh, kiss my Hardy, the Albatross, Columbus and Drake
Oh baby, don’t worry, you won’t feel a thing,
It’s cold and it’s sinful, it’s the only way I know to breath free.
What’s proven in darkness, the drugs and the water mix well,
If I come across heartless, I lost what I knew when I fell.
In a pool of light, you rescue your wings.
try to fly away from desperate things
Every piece of fortune is lost for today
I won’t hold my breath as it sweeps me away

I’m as soaking wet as your eyes
grey robs blue and heads for the sky
here comes another shipwreck, to pass in the night
design your own sunset and drop out of sight

here it comes, here it comes… oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh…

You’re Going to Need Someone on Your Side / Morrissey

You’re Going to Need Someone on Your Side / Morrissey
With the world’s fate resting on your shoulders,
You’re gonna need someone on your side.
You can’t do it by yourself any longer,
You’re gonna need someone on your side.

Someone kindly told me that you’d wasted
Eight of nine lives.
Oh, give yourself a break before you break down.
You’re gonna need someone on your side.

And here I am!
And here I am!
Well, you don’t need to look so pleased.

Day or night, there is no difference,
You’re gonna need someone on your side.
Day or night, there is no difference,
You’re gonna need someone soon.

And here I am!
And here I am!
Well, you don’t need to look so pleased.

Terry Savage on WGN Morning News yestereday

Terry Savage was on WGN yesterday blasting government involvement in economies holding up Cuba as an example. Her illustration was so over-simplified and rank with faulty reasoning that it had the stench of political rhetoric at its worst. To say that there is no place for government to get involved in economic issues because a third world country–which has been besieged economically by its most powerful neighbor for the last fifty years–is akin to Milton Friedman’s use of Hong Kong as an example of how de-regulation works, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqh0zXSd4vc. In Friedman’s example, he points at the wealth of Hong Kong as the proof of the triumph of unregulated markets… what he fails to mention is the disparity in wealth, lack of rights and exploitation rife in this micro society and the fact that it was the only free market city/port granting access to the productive might and markets of the whole of China. If it were nothing more than a port it would be fabulously rich because of its situation. With Cuba, Terry pulls a very similar kind of obfuscation. Ignoring the history of the country… threatened by control by such criminal luminaries as Meyer Lansky, the likes of whom offered access to opportunity to a very few Cubans–but outpacing domestic endeavors–as prostitutes, thugs and drug runners. All while undermining and adding to the corruption of the countries government. Until, that is, a bunch of child revolutionaries were compelled to rally and overthrow the government too weak to keep itself from becoming an even more degenerate Island Vegas. These young revolutionaries found themselves immediately in over their heads playing off the two super-powers of the day just trying to keep their feet beneath them and their heads atop their shoulders. Whatever awful mistakes these kid revolutionaries made, it was better than the alternative. And this lone country stood its ground against the Goliath of its day. Not just the US, and the Soviet Union, but the criminal syndicate made powerful by its presence feeding off the greatest economy in the world. What Savage and her ilk willfully ignore is that the rise of great holdings of capital become more and more unwieldy with its own agents–accountants, businessmen, lawyers, etc.–acting out of the desire merely to add bullets to their resumes and salary to their accounts and doing so by serving that money over the interests of the rest of the community. These economic actors pool greater and greater resources of capital into an already bloated horde choking the rest of the economy through lack of wages and salaries. When a wage or salary earner gets that dollar, it goes right back out into the economy as payment to mechanics, carpenters, doctors, to restaurants, vacation spots, electronic stores, etc.,… where it is most often paid out again and spent almost immediately on the same things… when a billionaire gets that dollar, it is vested in already existing companies and properties which may already be overvalued but become even more overvalued as more capital dollars seek to vest in them. When the GOP talks about starting small businesses, what it doesn’t mention is the dearth of spending seeking the services of such businesses. No single economic entity can buck this trend towards the over-capitalization of the system… and no group will waste its time consolidating effort to do so–and if they were to try, they couldn’t be trusted to do so without oversight. The only entity that is tasked with such responsibilities is the government. The problem is that the mass of wealth and production speak with a single voice when it tries to do so–and it is the voice of self-serving idiocy. In this case, out of the mouth of Terry Savage.

Spread / 7 Seconds

Spread / 7 Seven Seconds

I grew up with love and affection
I know what it means to spread THAT infection.
No matter what may stand in my way.
This energy within, it guides me day by day.
At times when I feel there is no way out.
I’ll bitch. cry. moan. whine. scream and shout.
But what I’d like to see in the world most today.
We’ve got to SPREAD IT! SPREAD IT!
Now I know you must be thinking
There is something wrong.
How could I have the nerve.
To write this song.
Well. it’s like I’ve got this feeling.
Stripped away of pride.
A crazy mixed up feeling.
That I just can’t hide
Emotion is this great thing.
We’ve all got it. let it show.
If you can share emotion.
Then by all means let me know.
And if we wanna make a better world today.
SPREAD IT! SPREAD IT! THIS WORLD OVER! GO!!

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“…all the babies who are smiled at and hugged will know how to love. SPREAD these virtues through the world; nothing else need be done” Mencius 372 – 289 bc 

Living for the City / Stevie Wonder

Living for the City / Stevie Wonder

A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain’t so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong moving in the right direction
Living just enough, just enough for the city

His father works some days for fourteen hours
And you can bet he barely makes a dollar
His mother goes to scrub the floors for many
And you’d best believe she hardly gets a penny
Living just enough, just enough for the city yeah

His sister’s black but she is sho ’nuff pretty
Her skirt is short but Lord her legs are sturdy
To walk to school she’s got to get up early
Her clothes are old but never are they dirty
Living just enough, just enough for the city

Her brother’s smart he’s got more sense than many
His patience’s long but soon he won’t have any
To find a job is like a haystack needle
‘Cause where he lives they don’t use colored people
Living just enough, just enough for the city

Living just enough for the city

His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty
He spends his life walking the streets of New York City
He’s almost dead from breathing in air pollution
He tried to vote but to him there’s no solution

Living just enough, just enough for the city yeah, yeah, yeah!

I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow
And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow
This place is cruel no where could be much colder
If we don’t change the world will soon be over

Living just enough, just enough for the city!

Heard this on Sound Opinions, WBEZ radio out of Chicago, this morning… Had to post it. Great video too!

Good God’s Urge / Porno for Pyros

Good God’s Urge / Porno for Pyros

Good Gods don’t take away my father
Give him back his legs
Don’t take away his heart
Don’t take away, his sun, his mind, his family

Good Gods don’t take away my father
Give him back his legs
If you can’t help him
Then you can take me, his son, his mind, his heart

I’m his family
I’m his family
I’m his family

Got shark mark on my skin
Make it where I can see him full of health and hungry
I want a shark mark on my skin
Make him fast, make him swim, he was raped and died lonely

Urge
Give me urge
Give me urge

His eyes say “kill” to look at
Trust no man he mean as sin
Shame won’t make you desperate
Feels like it’s eternity always leaning and desperate

Give me urge
Just give me urge
Give me urge

Songwriters
Farrell Perry; Distefano Peter (usa 2); Perkins Stephen Andrew

Read more: Porno For Pyros – Good God’s Urge! Lyrics | MetroLyrics