John Parkes - Illegal Song Lyrics

7/31/2019 John Parkes - Illegal Song Lyrics

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ILLEGAL SONGS

Second Golden Age of Protest

A second golden age of protest, acoustic revolution timeThe folks and the business are going to listenWhere there is darkness I will shineWoody killed Fascists with his guitarDonovan was sweet but not so sureMelanie and Joni they got personalI dont know what happened to that Bobby D

Oh, it was a long time agoOh, some people never let goOh, here I stand, sorting out the world again

I hear righteous cries of voices, crying for justice in the pastAnd if 1965 is the last year of your musics lifeRetrospectives pickled in wine / whineSome will say the President is evil, say it straight and artlesslyMost still say that their sweet baby left them

Shes well out of it it seems to me

Oh, you can sense it I seeOh, need a leader? - Thats meOh, no-ones keener to clean up the government

My how I cry for your vagina, but I cant listen to your songSeems you sell yourself to ego, fame or some mans wealth Surely there must be something you have to say?The boys I dont pay them much attention

Its my loss Im sure thats trueWhile theyre out choosing moisturiser, whats a miserable twat to do?

Oh, I been led well astrayOh, I got lost on my wayOh, now its my mission to stiffen up the hippy girls- and thats all

By John Parkes


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ILLEGAL SONGS

Glorification of Terrorism

Terrorism is glorious, terrorism is greatLets all be terrorists before its too lateBefore its unfashionable, before its passEverybody make some commuter pate

Theres never a reason, dont excuse the just badThere are no just causes, just the plain madSo fly em from Prestwick, the civilised way

Translove Airways run by the CIAStrip em and beat em and ship em out eastIts not really torture when youre fighting the beast - for liberty

And the whole world running from liberty Ring that bellThe whole world crying for liberty Ring that bell

Seems its illegal just talking like meThe authoritarians have taken over the asylum it seemsA police state for safety or a criminal gangSpot the difference before you all hang

The womans got hand cream, that mans got a beardWe dont like the cut of his jib he looks weirdSo raid and detain and shoot 7 timesNo questions or judges or juries or trials - for liberty

And the free world running from liberty Ring that bellThe whole world crying for liberty Ring that bell

So terrorism is glorious, terrorism is greatTerrorists founded the United StatesNow who can I glorify? Who can I praise?To get put away for at least 90 daysI give you a lawbreaker, I glorify a manI give you a terrorist, that Mandela man - for liberty

And the free world running from liberty Ring that bellThe whole world crying for liberty Ring that bellThe free world, drunken on bigotryRing that bellThe free world, crack down on libertyAll is well

By John Parkes


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ILLEGAL SONGS

Lets Make Love

I met a girl the other night, we both seemed keenShe was a little more than just 17, if you know what I meanWe talked for a while I took a gamble, said she was the girl of my dreamsSo she asked me for a DNA sample, I introduced her to my legal team

Lets make love together if the government says OK

Lets make love together when the consent forms are stamped and filedaway

Test the smoke alarm and you can light the candlesIf the health and safety rules are obeyedPay with plastic, remove all elastic, the restaurant might not be insuredTake me home and do it to me baby, yeah lay lady, layCheck my ID and Ill start the risk assessmentIf the condom tests stand up OK

Lets make love together if terms can be agreedLets make love together if your contract lawyer and briefs are up to speed

Just to check youre not carrying explosivesSharp objects or animals or fruitFines to pay if I see my sperm on eBayOr your underwear or birthday suitBe mine if you pass the breathalyser and the health tests indicate rudeGet insured to shoot or sue your suitor if consent has been misconstrued

Lets make love together if the state can be appeasedLets make love together if work mates and families agreeLets make love together if the government says OKLets make love together as our personal freedom slips and slides away

By John Parkes


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Incitement to Religious Hatred

I hate your religion and all you believeYoure bad and dangerous, the world is naveTo think its OK to let you surviveYour role should be victim, thrown out of the hive

Your books and your buildings your graves and your schemesShould be dug up or buried or burned, not believedYour customs and habits, the food that you eatShall be cast from the hillsides and labelled obscene

Hate them all, kill them all

Your leaders and followers, interpreters and seersDress, customs, language, hung up by the earsYour religion is a weirdo, a slut, whore and dogBut I quite like them, so perhaps not

The towers and the bowers and the temples and spiresShould be crushed into rubble and sunk in the mireThe scents and the candles and houses and piles

Dissolved in the spit from a million smiles

Hate them all, kill them all (x2)

Eat all their children and scoop out their brainsTorture and scare them, pour their blood down the drainsBeat them and kill them and boil them in oilIncitement to religious hatred is my all in all

If you want specifics if you think Im being coyOf whom am I talking? Who winds up this boy?

Its as simple as ABC, as easy as pieIts that Great Giant Pixie that lives in the sky

Hate them all, kill them all (x2) - Pause for reflection

Through all of this nonsense, the thing that strikes wrongIs this God needs protection from me and my songThe law is a donkey, a pig snake or assWe must all be polite and we must be glad

Hey - all of those people who died for free speech

Tell them were selling it dirt cheapBy John Parkes


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Pray For Recession

A double latte frappaccino lite, with Marino cherry shotIn frosted glass, on iceA cranberry and brie panini with butternut squash mousseAnd seared dill reduction - and rocket

And everyone in this city is sure of city certainties and cashWe all need our 80K and bonuses and holidays, no less

I pray for recession, for slow downPut these people on the doleI pray for recession, for slow down, melt downI find it good for the soul

And down on the waterfront, watch the prices tumble into affordableThe rise again of rag and bone, repair or borrow not to own, at last

A pedicure and sun-shower facial, a detox fruit juice irrigation hot

But not too hotA decking spare room pond extension, with stressed patio artworkIn granite

And down from the coloured catThe dancers staff the laundrette for meMe, I will live mouth to hand, Ill kill the ABBA tribute bands for money

I pray for recession, for slow downPut these people on the dole

I pray for recession, for slow down, melt downI find it good for the soul

I pray for retribution, redistribution, class warMy opinion has never been polledI pray for the downturn, green turn, less waste, less greed, less richLet them have their turn - its only fair

I pray for recession so there

By John Parkes


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Valentines Day

I dont do Valentines DayAnd all those multiples of 365Dont mean that much to me

I dont do flowers and cardsLeft on a window ledge to bend and starveAnd remind myself of me

I dont do jewelleryThe chains and braceletsAnd the rings that bind

But I could love you, I could love you, I could love you

I dont do weddings with balloonsAnd broken vintage cars on wet afternoons

You say I could do this for youBut each time I do a little piece of me diesAnd theres all too little of me

Yeah I can do pompous and po-facedIn un-relaxed you know I specialiseBut I could love you, I could love you, I could love youI dont do Valentines Day

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ILLEGAL SONGS

My Desire

I nurse my desire as I sign on for hireI know the cure is cool thinkingI burst my desire as I clean out the fryerIt keeps my world from collapsing

And I know that you dont notice meAnd I know that my times nearly freeAnd I know you dont care what I doAnd theres no-one here to take away my desire

I curse my desire from waist height or higherTo save my soul from shrinkingSweet Mary Jane in a cheap burger chainShe flew in from the 60s

And I know that you dont notice meAnd I know that my times nearly freeAnd I know you dont care what I doAnd theres no-one here to take away my desire

I keep my stars inactive

By John Parkes


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ILLEGAL SONGS

The Dog Ate My Song

Hey miss, the dog ate my songAnd all that was left then was this

Hey sir, God made me oldAnd little was left when the meaning drained away

The lies of lifeThe tide of timeWe fuck it up between us

Hey miss, dont take the pissSpit and Sellotape reveal the inherent weaknessOf my work in progress

The lies of lifeThe tide of timeWe fuck it up between us

So yeah, the dog ate my headAnd the bowl it was cleaned out of meaningWere you here?

By John Parkes


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Left of Centre

My colleagues and I are the good guys, proud to represent youWe need your money to do those good things, to make life better for youBut now somehow you dont seem to like usBut we really havent turned away from youWe still believe in those principles, were left of centre through and through

Were left of centre in a nuclear powered kind of way Were left of centre in a cut down the dole kind of way

Were left of centre in a privatisation kind of wayWere left of centre in a lock em all up kind of way

Were left of centre in an increasing inequality kind of wayWere left of centre in a crack down on the poor kind of way Were left of centre in a sucking up to billionaires kind of wayWere left of centre with consultants at 1,000 a day

But we only pay ourselves what we think right, just a few multiples of yoursWe let in some women and some dark skins

From private schools of all sortsWe are the patriot modernisers, we believe in queens and wigs and furI can do my job so much better if I do several others first

Were left of centre in a knighting your friends kind of wayWere left of centre in an off shore tax kind of wayWere left of centre in a corporate sponsored kind of wayWere left of centre in a tabloid crawling kind of way

Were left of centre in a DNA test kind of way

Were left of centre in a prove youre Brits kind of wayWere left of centre in a finger printed kind of wayWere left of centre in a wheres your ID boy kind of way

Searching for peace in a nuclear escalation kind of wayModern democracy in a tagged like pets kind of wayProtect your freedom in an iris scanned kind of wayOpen government in an official secrets kind of wayCivil libertarians in a CC camera kind of wayFreedom of information in an exempt from the law kind of way


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Were left of centre in a top up fees kind of way Were left of centre in a no wealth tax kind of wayWere left of centre in a keep em poor kind of way Were left of centre in a sleazy arms deal kind of way Were left of centre in a covering up bribery kind of wayWere left of centre in a banning demonstrations kind of wayWere left of centre in a supporting torture kind of wayWere left of centre in an illegal war kind of way

Were left of centre in a right-wing authoritarian kind of way

By John Parkes


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ILLEGAL SONGS

Economics

Economic growth is the answerRedistribution of wealth is a crimeTechnology will come up with an answerBefore the world souffls and dies

Everyone can 4 by 4 freelyEveryone can own the road home

Everyone can live in the countryAnd speak to their videophones

So turn out the Amazon basinTheres a tin of corned beef as a prizeConcrete the South East of EnglandGive the Cockneys a surprise

Why take your power from the sunshine?When you can make a big hole in the ground

Why eat your fill for your dinnerWhen you can eat till youre 14 miles wide

No puncture for the economic cycleNo rain on the stock market stallsLets hope the weather holds for the arms fayreCause we all love injustice and war

And the last tree that stood on Easter IslandWas cut down by a modern hero

The man that killed the last of the dodosWas a guru of sustainable growth

By John Parkes


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ILLEGAL SONGS

Stalker Boy

Youve obviously lost my address and phone numberAnd mobile and e-mail, my Mums house and pagerAnd all those other ways you could get in touch

Stalker boy wants you and stalker boy needs youStalker boy can help and stalker boy pleads with you

I just wanted to know where you lived and who your friends are

And which bus you catch and where you buy your clothesAnd where you go, when the night times cold

Stalker boys not evil hell even let you leaveWhen hes sung his song in your bedroom

My uncle was strange, my mother was unstableMy father died, I was brought up in a stableLike all those other guys who were not quite right

Stalker boys not evil hes just a ball of semenBowling his way to your top drawer

Ive got DVD and mobile, super 8 and high 8Instamatic web cam on 3D TVsAnd I know youre Polaroid, of my tie-pin mic

Stalker boy wants you and stalker boy needs youStalker boy can help and stalker boy pleads with you

By John Parkes


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ILLEGAL SONGS

Running Down the Clock

I love her when shes got good skinI love her when shes cleanI love her when shes not been in

Pleading, taking, tripping, falling downCrashing, wasting, smoking, burning down

Shes running down the clock, climbing up the rain

Looking for a cloud to take her weightAnd when her weight goes downAnd she starts coming round, I find her

Fingers, scratching, down the window paneFalling, freezing, crying like the rain

And shes got zero taste in menLike all the girls Ive knownI loved her cause shes got no sense

Pleading, taking, tripping, falling downCrashing, wasting, smoking, burning down

Shes running down the clock, climbing up the rainLooking for a cloud to take her weightAnd when her weight goes downAnd she starts coming round, I find her

Fingers, scratching, down the window pane

Falling, freezing, crying like the rainThe feral children, left with wolves again

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You Win

If you were dead, I could sleep with all your friendsI'd come alive, let freedom live and faithful dieSay hey, you, what you going to do?What you going to do when all this stuff comes back on you?

I walk a line, somewhere between the earth and skyI trip a wire, somewhere between lust and liarSay shout, out, it won't work out

Boys and girls can't come together never doubt

Hey you win, you win, you win, you winI take it all back never meant to sayI take it all back never meant to say

I'm not to blame, biology just blows my brainLit a flame, a kiss is a kiss in the monsoon rainSay hey, you, what you going to do?What you going to do when all this stuff comes back on you

Hey you win, you win, you win, you winHey you win, hey you winI take it all back never meant to sayFor every boy who ever said a wordIf ever girls could ever hear the boysIf ever we could filter out the noise

By John Parkes


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ILLEGAL SONGS

Next to You

I, had better not get drunkSat next to youSat next to you

I, had better not open upSat next to youSat next to you

I, had better not spill the beansBetter not get obsceneBetter not tell the truth

I, had better not get mixed up in youBetter not sit next to you at all

By John Parkes

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