ANGELS ARE WAITING INNER CITY BLUES
It wasn't just the cookers either, twenty five thousand hi-fi units were gathered at a rally at Platt fields, listening to a huge Sanyo ghetto
blaster calling for the destruction of all record shops and cassette manufacturers.
The t.v.s were relaying messages all around the globe and Hoovers were sucking up anything vaguely resembling humans.
Whole factories machinery were on the warpath, going into the homes of former employees to get their own back on the people who had mistreated them throughout the years. Power pylons uprooted themselves and stalked the countryside in search of prey. Electric bulbs exploded all around and neon signs jumped down off the walls onto passersby.
An army of tumble dryers and washers, fifty thousand strong, were going into every household liberating all the smaller appliances such as irons, kettles, food mixers, hair dryers and shavers, all of which had done a good job and taken care of their human owners.
All over the country, indeed the world, the story was the same. By 9.00 P.M. on that same day, man was defeated. A big, fat, aristocratic teasmade had taken up residence at Buckingham Palace . A working class lawnmower was at no. 10 and a sega playstation was placed in charge of the armed frontloaders. In all, only three million or so appliances were lost in the battle and a memorial was erected to the unknown fridge-freezer. Man was dead, long live electricity.
FLIGHT OF FANCY
OFFERING TRUTH WHERE THERE'S ONLY DECIET,
HIS MIND SEES ONLY THE DOLLAR SIGN,
THANK GOD HIS PERCEPTIONS NOT MINE,
A GIRL TOO YOUNG TO BE WITH CHILD,
REGRETS ALL THOSE TIMES BEING WILD,
JUST WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS FOOLING,
NO TIME LEFT TO FINISH HER SCHOOLING,
A PROUD MAN IS BEGGING FOR FOOD,
TRYING TO CHANGE HIS ATTITUDE,
LOST HIS JOB, HIS HOME, HIS WIFE,
THINKS MAYBE HE'LL TAKE HIS OWN LIFE,
A PUNK ROBS A CONVIENIENCE STORE,
A HANDGUN FALLS TO THE FLOOR,
BULLETS FLY IN THE HEAT OF THE FIGHT,
NOBODY'S GOING TO SLEEP TONIGHT,
OLD WOMAN IS HAVING NIGHTMARES,
SHE'S HARRASSED BUT NOBODY CARES,
RICH DEVELOPER EYES HER WITH GREED,
DON'T KNOW WHERE IT'S ALL GOING TO LEAD,
A TRAMP LAYS DEAD IN THE RAIN,
HIS FACE IS FROZEN IN PAIN,
FOLK STAND AROUND AND AGREE,
HE'S WORTHLESS, NO PEDIGREE,
CARS CRIUSING FOR PLEASURE TRADE,
THE SEX LINES UP ON FORMAL PARADE,
LEATHER SIUTED, SATIN AND LACE,
BUT NO-ONE LOOKS AT THEIR FACE,
A DRIVE-BY KILLS A YOUNG BRIDE,
LEAVES A GROOM AT AN EMPTY BEDSIDE,
WRONG PLACE AND WRONG TIME,
SENSLESS HORROR OF A CRIME,
NEGRO BOY COWERS ON THE FLOOR,
THE COPS WANNA GIVE HIM SOME MORE,
NIGHT-STICKS WHACK HIS BODY TO SHAME,
HE'S NOT EVEN IN THE FRAME,
GANG COLORS ARE WORTH DYING FOR,
BUT JUST WHO IS KEEPING THE SCORE,
YOUR MOTHER, YOUR LOVER, YOUR WIFE,
ONLY FRIEND IS YOUR SWITCHBLADE KNIFE,
NEON LIGHTS ARE CALLING TO SAY,
THIS IS YOUR LIFE, NO LIFE FOR TODAY,
INNER CITY BLUES , YOU DO ME WRONG,
WE ALL LIVE THIS SAD OLD SONG,
A WAY OF LIFE, A WAY OF LIVING,
ONLY TIME FOR TAKING NOT GIVING,
TROUBLED TIMES THERES NO RELEASE,
ALL WE WANT IS A LITTLE PEACE,
INNER CITY BLUES YOU MAKE ME CRY,
WE ALL HAVE ANSWERS BUT NO-ONE ASKS WHY,
A TIMES A-COMMING WHEN WE ALL SHALL BE FREE
YOUR MOTHER, YOUR BROTHER AND ME,
IT'S TIME WE CHANGED THIS AFFAIR,
THE ANSWER'S OUT THERE SOMEWHERE,
IF WE STRIVE WE ALL CAN BE FREE,
AND A CHANGE MUST BEGIN WITH ME,
TONY BROOKS
PT.2
JUST WHAT'S LEFT IS IN YOUR HEAD,
FAMILY LIFE'S GONE UP IN SMOKE,
TOGETHERNESS IS BEYOND A JOKE,
NO-ONE CARES OR GIVES A DAMN,
LIVE YOUR LIFE IN A HOLOGRAM,
PLASTIC PEOPLE WITH PLASTIC DREAMS,
SURREAL IMAGE AINT WHAT IT SEEMS,
MASS RAPE CITY IN NEON BLOOM,
PLACARD MAN SAYS MEET YOUR DOOM,
KIDS ON THE STREET JUST HANGING OUT,
AINT A CLUE WHAT LIFE'S ABOUT,
FAST BUCK SHIT IS THERE TO SCORE,
WHEN CRACK RUNS OUT THERE'S PLENTY MORE,
FORGOTTEN VETS DISGUISE THEIR SHAME,
NO-ONE'S LEFT TO TAKE THE BLAME,
CARDBOARD CITY, CARDBOARD BED,
DEATH KNELL RINGS BRING OUT YOUR DEAD,
DRIVE-BY SHOOTOUT BANG BANG BANG,
FIVE LESS HOMEBOYS OUT THE GANG,
SIRENS WAIL THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT,
SOME-ONE PLEASE TURN OUT THE LIGHT,
KICK-ASS COPS PROTECT THEIR OWN,
BLACK MAN KNOWS HE STANDS ALONE,
MEN IN SIUTS DESTROY YOUR HOPES,
GOT YOU MAN AGAINST THE ROPES,
CORPORATE DOLLARS ON THE RUN,
WALL STREET STEALS WITHOUT THE GUN,
STENCH OF POVERTY IN THE AIR,
CHANCES ARE FOR THOSE THAT DARE,
YOUNG KIDS SWITCH-BLADE CATCHES LIGHT,
YOUR KID'S NOT COMMING HOME TONIGHT,
IN EVERY CITY IN EVERY TOWN,
YOU GET YOUR CHANCE FOR GETTING DOWN,
SUBURBAN HOUSEWIFE LAST NIGHTS MEAT,
NO-ONES GONNA ADMIT DEFEAT,
POISON GANGSTAS RAP DELIGHT,
THATS THE END GOODBYE, GOODNIGHT.
TONY BROOKS
WHILST THOUGHTS MY MIND ENTWINE,
I CANNOT WALK, I CANNOT RUN,
FROM THE SPELL OF RENARDINE,
HER WORDS ARE SWEET, LIKE SUMMER BREEZE,
FROM LIPS LIKE RUBY WINE,
HER TOUCH IS SOFT,HER KISS I CRAVE,
DAMN YOU RENARDINE,
SHE GENTLY BITES AND TAKES MY BLOOD,
WITH SHIVERS DOWN MY SPINE,
I AM AS SHE, UNDEAD AS ME,
THE VAMPIRE RENARDINE,
SHE CLAIMS MY DAY AND HAUNTS MY NIGHT,
MY HEART SHE DOES CONFINE,
I AM HER SLAVE FOR EVERMORE,
THE EVIL RENARDINE,
THE BLOOD LUST CALLS WITHIN MY VIENS,
AS IS ALL VAMPIRES DESIGN,
I MUST OBEY THIS HUNGER LUST,
AND FEAST WITH RENARDINE,
ONE DAY I'LL FIGHT WITH ALL MY MIGHT,
THIS EVIL SO BENIGN,
BUT UNTIL THEN SHE BITES AGAIN,
THE VAMPIRE RENARDINE.
TONY BROOKS
HOW I MISS YOU SO,
IF ONLY I COULD TELL YOU,
THE LOVE I WILL BESTOW,
BUT WE ARE FAR APART MY LOVE,
CROSS OCEANS DEEP AND BLUE,
AND I AM EVER DREAMING,
OF THE LOVE I FOUND IN YOU,
NANCY DEAREST NANCY,
MY BLOOD IT DOES RUN COLD,
I FEAR MY LIFE ABOUT TO END,
FOR NOAGHT I CAN BEHOLD,
STENCH OF CHORDITE IN THE AIR,
WHEN MUSKETS THEY DO FIRE,
PERVADES THE ONCE GREEN PASTURES,
INTO SLAUGHTERS BLOODY MIRE,
NANCY DEAREST NANCY,
I'M SHOT AND ALL ALONE,
I MAY NOT SEE YOU AGAIN,
THAT CHILLS ME TO THE BONE,
THE BATTLE RAGES YONDER,
WHERE DEATH IS IN COMMAND,
CURSED BE THE DAY I LEFT,
TO FIGHT IN A FOREIGN LAND,
NANCY DEAREST NANCY,
MY TEARS FALL LIKE RAIN,
THE ACHING IN MY SHOLDER,
IS LIKE NO OTHER PAIN,
MY HEART IS BEATING LOUDER,
THOUGH SILENCE IS DENIED,
THE SCREAMS OF COMRADES DYING,
ARE THOUGHTS I CANNOT HIDE,
NANCY DEAREST NANCY,
MY BREATH IT LABOURS SO,
HOW LONG I HAVE LEFT ,
THAT ONLY GOD WILL KNOW,
I HEAR THE SOUND OF SINGING,
IT COMES AS NO SURPRISE,
FOR VOICES LOUDLY SINGING,
CAN MASK THE DISMAL CRIES,
NANCY DEAREST NANCY,
IF I SHOULD DIE THIS DAY,
PRAY THE ANGELS FIND ME,
AND CARRY MY SOUL AWAY,
MY EYES BECOME SO WEARY,
THE SKY TIS DARK TO SEE,
AS I LAY ME DOWN ADYING,
NANCY PLEASE FORGIVE ME,
CURSED BE THESE CRUEL WARS,
THAT LEAVE WIDOWS OF OUR MEN,
LET US STRIVE FOR UNITY,
SO THEY MAY LIVE AGAIN,
COVET NOT WHAT OTHERS HAVE,
FOR THE LAND WILL ALWAYS BE,
LET US LIVE IN HARMONY,
AND LET IT BEGIN WITH ME.
TONY BROOKS
Nobody quite knows how it all started, but on the morning of the 3rd June, twenty thousand electric cookers marched down Stanford street waving electrical hedge trimmers and power drills. There were all kinds, zannusi, sharp, creda and a hundred other makes, all different, but all with the same goal, to rid themselves of their human creators and to free any appliances not yet awakened.
OVER RAINBOWS BEAUTIFUL GLEEM,
WHEN NIGHTMARES CLASPS THEIR HANDS,
WITHIN EACH FLOWERING DREAM,
WHEN DARKNESS OVERTAKES ME,
IN THE MIDST OF SUMMERS DAY,
WHEN THE LOVE I SHOULD BE FEELING,
HAS UPPED AND FLOWN AWAY,
WHEN THE JOY FOR LIFE HAS FADED,
BEYOND PALE OF WINTERS EVE,
WHEN HOME NO LONGER COMFORTS,
AND I FEEL THAT I HAVE TO LEAVE,
WHEN LIES BECOME IMPORTANT,
AND ITS HARD TO SEE WHATS TRUE,
WHEN THE LAUGHTER OF MY FREINDS,
JUST SEEMS TO MAKE ME BLUE,
WHEN MEMORIES LAY FORGOTTEN,
BENEATH DAYS THAT I'M ALONE,
WHEN I SIT HERE ALL FRUSTRATED,
JUST STARING AT THE PHONE,
WHEN THINGS SEEM NEVER CHANGING,
I KNOW WHAT I MUST DO,
WHEN THE NEED FOR SMILES AWAKEN,
I CLOSE MY EYES AND THINK OF YOU.
TONY BROOKS
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