Parkinson's Disease!
Parkinson's Law!
Affects someone in life!
Win, Lose or Draw!
It hits you hard!
Again and Again!
Every thing's Different!
No longer the Same!
Stuck without a Job!
Like a Pea without a Pod!
Everything seems against you!
You seemed to be royally screwed!
You turn to Prayer!
Your Brother turns to YouTube!
Your Granny won't show you mercy!
You have the Blues!
Parkinson's Law!
ITV, Saturday Night!
But your Granny watches Turbity on RTE!
Instead of the Big Fight!
We live in the Arsehole of nowhere!
Away from the Chippy!
Fate shows it's hand!
Shows You no Pitty!
Your Mum's in Hospital!
Your Dad was shot!
You thought you could have everything!
But You did not!
Tuesday, 13 November 2007
Friday, 12 October 2007
Success
Success, Success!
Some have more, some have less!
Don't take it too badly!
No one's won sadly!
Just try to do what's best!
Does that sound like a Limerick?
Did that do the trick?
What's wrong with this World today!
Is that we're not sure of the right way!
Did you see the News?
See the fella with Tattoos?
Thugs, with Drugs!
Their actions are all taboo!
Do your best to make Money!
But don't turn out scummy!
Try to entertain!
And travel on an Aeroplane!
28 Years Old!
My award is foretold!
Everyone says they saw me in the mid!
From Grannies to a Teenage Kid!
Don't worry, don't fret!
I'm still not finished yet!
I'll still write and muse!
And appear on the news!
Some have more, some have less!
Don't take it too badly!
No one's won sadly!
Just try to do what's best!
Does that sound like a Limerick?
Did that do the trick?
What's wrong with this World today!
Is that we're not sure of the right way!
Did you see the News?
See the fella with Tattoos?
Thugs, with Drugs!
Their actions are all taboo!
Do your best to make Money!
But don't turn out scummy!
Try to entertain!
And travel on an Aeroplane!
28 Years Old!
My award is foretold!
Everyone says they saw me in the mid!
From Grannies to a Teenage Kid!
Don't worry, don't fret!
I'm still not finished yet!
I'll still write and muse!
And appear on the news!
Sunday, 30 September 2007
Why, oh why? (Poem)
Why, oh why?
Did people have to die.
Every single July.
In the battle between the Sash.
And the Fields of Athenry.
All about Ulster Tries.
As well as Ulster Fries.
While watching Family Guy.
No one will say 'Bye Bye!'
Don't fret, don't cry.
The end of War is nigh.
Students read 'Catcher in the Rye'.
While you say they're bleeding you dry.
Don't stand idly by.
Go for the prize.
Rather than demand a rise.
For you don't realise.
How small is the size.
Did people have to die.
Every single July.
In the battle between the Sash.
And the Fields of Athenry.
All about Ulster Tries.
As well as Ulster Fries.
While watching Family Guy.
No one will say 'Bye Bye!'
Don't fret, don't cry.
The end of War is nigh.
Students read 'Catcher in the Rye'.
While you say they're bleeding you dry.
Don't stand idly by.
Go for the prize.
Rather than demand a rise.
For you don't realise.
How small is the size.
Saturday, 22 September 2007
Famous (Another attempt at a song)
Verse 1
Michael Jackson!
Paedophile!
OJ Simpson!
Got off in style!
Like the King!
Love me Tender!
Jerry Lee Lewis!
Sex Offender!
Chorus:
Playing Football and Kicking Ass!
Every Sunday, after Mass!
Our future governed by our past!
Like Jarvis Cocker, a different Class!
Verse 2
Half a Million!
Without the Zeros!
Mariah Carey!
Without a Hero!
And Omagh!
9/11!
Chorus:
Verse 3
Being a Poet!
From Tyrone!
Make yourself heard!
Beyond your Home!
Celebrities!
On Big Brother!
The kids messed up!
Like no other!
Coda:
Time!
Cannot rhyme!
But mine!
Is never divine!
Thursday, 13 September 2007
Blues Thursday (My attempt at a Blues song)
I'm a Catholic, for that you can't accuse!
Americans think we'll no longer have Christmas, all because of the Jews!
Just like that MI5 Job I saw posted on the Irish News!
Affordable housing, raised by the SDLP!
Cheaper Houses, for you and for me!
Can't afford Two hundred Grand, don't let that be!
Latest fads, all seem Gay to me!
These people worship me with their lips, but their Hearts are far away from me!
I'm just hoping, just hoping that you'd stay with me!
I'm 28, but I've only just passed the Driving Test!
Still a learning curve, not like all the rest!
But if you wanna do something, you have to be the best!
Eat, then Drink, then be merry!
Staying up on Thursday Night, just like when you were in Derry!
I'm from Tyrone, the only ones that can beat Kerry!
Elvis, Jimmy Page, Eminem, all great Wiggers!
All influenced by Black Culture, media said 'Go Figure'!
They start off small at first, then get bigger and bigger!
So that's all folks, just like Warner Brothers!
When you lose your Father, you have to rely on your Mother!
At least you don't have a Sister, but instead you have a Brother!
Americans think we'll no longer have Christmas, all because of the Jews!
Just like that MI5 Job I saw posted on the Irish News!
Affordable housing, raised by the SDLP!
Cheaper Houses, for you and for me!
Can't afford Two hundred Grand, don't let that be!
Latest fads, all seem Gay to me!
These people worship me with their lips, but their Hearts are far away from me!
I'm just hoping, just hoping that you'd stay with me!
I'm 28, but I've only just passed the Driving Test!
Still a learning curve, not like all the rest!
But if you wanna do something, you have to be the best!
Eat, then Drink, then be merry!
Staying up on Thursday Night, just like when you were in Derry!
I'm from Tyrone, the only ones that can beat Kerry!
Elvis, Jimmy Page, Eminem, all great Wiggers!
All influenced by Black Culture, media said 'Go Figure'!
They start off small at first, then get bigger and bigger!
So that's all folks, just like Warner Brothers!
When you lose your Father, you have to rely on your Mother!
At least you don't have a Sister, but instead you have a Brother!
Friday, 7 September 2007
Monday Night Football
The US of A.
The Religious versus Gays.
The war in Iraq.
Left in a haze.
Young Tupac wannabees.
Accused of Gun crime.
Not like Prince at Half Time.
Just like Sting and U2.
Fans shout 'Go W'!
Everything seems just fine.
Krusty the Clown.
Very like Garfield's Binky.
Jerry Falwell versus Tinky Winky.
God Bless America.
While the guys are drinking.
Life is da bomb.
White kids reply 'Your Mom'.
Do the test at 16.
Routing for my team.
Monday Night Football.
The American way.
Black and White.
The USA!
Touchdown, the Constitutional right.
The people unite.
The Religious versus Gays.
The war in Iraq.
Left in a haze.
Young Tupac wannabees.
Accused of Gun crime.
Not like Prince at Half Time.
Just like Sting and U2.
Fans shout 'Go W'!
Everything seems just fine.
Krusty the Clown.
Very like Garfield's Binky.
Jerry Falwell versus Tinky Winky.
God Bless America.
While the guys are drinking.
Life is da bomb.
White kids reply 'Your Mom'.
Do the test at 16.
Routing for my team.
Monday Night Football.
The American way.
Black and White.
The USA!
Touchdown, the Constitutional right.
The people unite.
Thursday, 16 August 2007
Another Day
Another Day in the Summer.
Battles between Fiddlers and Drummers.
Always on the News.
Some guys with several tattoos.
Here come the Spides.
Their chosen specialised subject,
Our Women's Sex lives.
A constant verbal war.
The people want more and more.
The Taigs V the Huns.
Their method of communication,
Bombs and guns.
Still over some old issue.
Our forefathers had blood stained tissues.
On the Internet.
Young Hoodlums and Old kranks.
Row over what we'll never agree on.
Armchair generals, with different ranks.
Another day.
July 2004.
Politicians fail.
People are bored.
Listening to Franz Ferdinand.
The issue is now buried in the sand.
Battles between Fiddlers and Drummers.
Always on the News.
Some guys with several tattoos.
Here come the Spides.
Their chosen specialised subject,
Our Women's Sex lives.
A constant verbal war.
The people want more and more.
The Taigs V the Huns.
Their method of communication,
Bombs and guns.
Still over some old issue.
Our forefathers had blood stained tissues.
On the Internet.
Young Hoodlums and Old kranks.
Row over what we'll never agree on.
Armchair generals, with different ranks.
Another day.
July 2004.
Politicians fail.
People are bored.
Listening to Franz Ferdinand.
The issue is now buried in the sand.
Friday, 6 July 2007
Champion
Are you a Champion?
Will you pass the test?
Will you achieve much?
Try to be the best?
Your favourite teams struggle.
When it comes to the match.
Try to do the Celtic huddle.
Their progress was snatched.
Our best player fell down.
Like a sack of Spuds.
After he had a row.
He was hit a thud.
It's that time of the year.
Every thing's ass about face.
Even the little old dears are involved in hate.
Have to check your Grammar.
Just like MC Hammer.
You can't touch this.
Even using just your fists.
I was once a Champion.
In the sack race.
Now I'm in a Sack Race of a different kind.
Applying for Jobs to save face.
My bro is a gamer.
He's found his own saviour.
XBox 360, PS3, Wii.
Now we're financially free.
Will you be a Champion?
Be independent.
Don't end up in disarray.
Have money, spend it.
Will you pass the test?
Will you achieve much?
Try to be the best?
Your favourite teams struggle.
When it comes to the match.
Try to do the Celtic huddle.
Their progress was snatched.
Our best player fell down.
Like a sack of Spuds.
After he had a row.
He was hit a thud.
It's that time of the year.
Every thing's ass about face.
Even the little old dears are involved in hate.
Have to check your Grammar.
Just like MC Hammer.
You can't touch this.
Even using just your fists.
I was once a Champion.
In the sack race.
Now I'm in a Sack Race of a different kind.
Applying for Jobs to save face.
My bro is a gamer.
He's found his own saviour.
XBox 360, PS3, Wii.
Now we're financially free.
Will you be a Champion?
Be independent.
Don't end up in disarray.
Have money, spend it.
Thursday, 21 June 2007
Time to reflect
It's Time to reflect.
Time for respect.
Create an effect.
The place I'm from is wrecked.
17 Year-Old Boys Joyride.
Display their Car online with Pride.
Drive on the other side.
And a Handbrake Turn slide.
The Football Team.
Once the stuff of Dreams.
Now just brawls and fights.
The boys aren't right.
Time is precious.
Loss of money is infectious.
All I need is a Job.
Used like a Cornless Cob.
Will the Lord save us?
My Poem is now in Vegas.
I'm hoping for some Money.
To ease off all my worries.
I'm a new young rhymer.
From the land of Heaney.
Looking for a life.
With a sense of meaning.
Now it's time to consider.
It's time to reflect.
To be a brand new people.
Not some cultural sect.
Time for respect.
Create an effect.
The place I'm from is wrecked.
17 Year-Old Boys Joyride.
Display their Car online with Pride.
Drive on the other side.
And a Handbrake Turn slide.
The Football Team.
Once the stuff of Dreams.
Now just brawls and fights.
The boys aren't right.
Time is precious.
Loss of money is infectious.
All I need is a Job.
Used like a Cornless Cob.
Will the Lord save us?
My Poem is now in Vegas.
I'm hoping for some Money.
To ease off all my worries.
I'm a new young rhymer.
From the land of Heaney.
Looking for a life.
With a sense of meaning.
Now it's time to consider.
It's time to reflect.
To be a brand new people.
Not some cultural sect.
Sunday, 27 May 2007
Celebrity
Too many celebrities.
Famous for a while on TV.
Talked about in the Tabloid Press.
What they'll do is any one's guess.
Some messed up Rock and Roll Junkie.
Thinking he's the next Morrisey.
I'll meet him at the Cemetery gates.
And I'll do a Norman Bates.
Talking about race.
Sometimes to save face.
Never off the box.
Reality TV shocks.
Pop stars for a few Months.
Then they're into obscurity.
The rejected one topped the Charts.
And has financial security.
One young kid gets the footballer's life.
Then gets a pretty young Wife.
She Shops, She Sings.
She has diamond encrusted rings.
Books about diets.
Says everyone must try it.
Crusading against Fat and Salt.
Always there to find fault.
Celebrities, Celebrities.
Demanding financial royalties.
But things go Pear Shaped.
The Papers seal their fate.
I don't wanna be famous.
I wanna go undercover.
Provide some security.
For my unlucky Mother.
I wanna set an example.
I wanna melt Hearts that are Cold.
I wanna set an example.
To 14 Year Olds.
Now my rant is over.
I'm finishing with a note.
Don't be a celebrity.
It's all just a joke.
Famous for a while on TV.
Talked about in the Tabloid Press.
What they'll do is any one's guess.
Some messed up Rock and Roll Junkie.
Thinking he's the next Morrisey.
I'll meet him at the Cemetery gates.
And I'll do a Norman Bates.
Talking about race.
Sometimes to save face.
Never off the box.
Reality TV shocks.
Pop stars for a few Months.
Then they're into obscurity.
The rejected one topped the Charts.
And has financial security.
One young kid gets the footballer's life.
Then gets a pretty young Wife.
She Shops, She Sings.
She has diamond encrusted rings.
Books about diets.
Says everyone must try it.
Crusading against Fat and Salt.
Always there to find fault.
Celebrities, Celebrities.
Demanding financial royalties.
But things go Pear Shaped.
The Papers seal their fate.
I don't wanna be famous.
I wanna go undercover.
Provide some security.
For my unlucky Mother.
I wanna set an example.
I wanna melt Hearts that are Cold.
I wanna set an example.
To 14 Year Olds.
Now my rant is over.
I'm finishing with a note.
Don't be a celebrity.
It's all just a joke.
Sunday, 13 May 2007
Saturday, 12 May 2007
Problems
I've got problems!
I'm in need of help!
Just like the Beatles song!
It sums up myself!
Another Driving Test!
Another Fail!
Another hope cancelled!
Like Hay that's Bailed!
I need Independence!
I need to be free!
Stuck in the Country!
Not part of a scene!
Suffering from Writer's block!
No Poem for a while!
My problems aren't to be mocked!
I need something to make me smile!
Turn to God!
Turn to Jesus!
Laugh at Butthead!
Laugh at Beavis!
My second cousins!
My most successful relations!
In the money!
Over to different nations!
Time to reflect!
Over what happened!
Keep the Chin up!
Don't leave it flattened!
I'm not giving up!
I'll continue to struggle!
I'm not a coward!
I want out of this muddle!
So Here I stand!
I can do no more!
I have to win it!
My personal War!
I'm in need of help!
Just like the Beatles song!
It sums up myself!
Another Driving Test!
Another Fail!
Another hope cancelled!
Like Hay that's Bailed!
I need Independence!
I need to be free!
Stuck in the Country!
Not part of a scene!
Suffering from Writer's block!
No Poem for a while!
My problems aren't to be mocked!
I need something to make me smile!
Turn to God!
Turn to Jesus!
Laugh at Butthead!
Laugh at Beavis!
My second cousins!
My most successful relations!
In the money!
Over to different nations!
Time to reflect!
Over what happened!
Keep the Chin up!
Don't leave it flattened!
I'm not giving up!
I'll continue to struggle!
I'm not a coward!
I want out of this muddle!
So Here I stand!
I can do no more!
I have to win it!
My personal War!
Friday, 4 May 2007
Thursday, 26 April 2007
Issues!
Some guy with tattoos!
Hates Blacks, Muslims and Jews!
He's from a Redneck town!
He's a Political clown!
You know me, I don't hate!
I've just done things too late!
I have issues, for all to be seen!
Life is rotten, life is mean!
Watch more TV!
Back in 1993!
The band that shaped the nation!
Saved us from damnation!
Make poverty History!
Africa is Europe's tragedy!
Blair can't do it at home!
But the Pope's old critics are now in Rome!
Internet adverts!
Say Something! What?
I've nothing against Gay Marriage!
As long as both girls are hot!
Did you see the airplane?
Did you see the Blimp?
Well I serve nobody!
Neither Queen or Trained Chimp!
CO2 emissions!
From News Network Transmissions!
Oil in Iraq!
The main suppliers idolise Shaq!
These issues people have!
Aren't done by half!
Some don't wanna kill a calf!
Others feel offended by Shaft!
I've been robbed of a Father and Mother!
I have issues like no other!
Spent everything on my Brother!
Life is smothered!
Hates Blacks, Muslims and Jews!
He's from a Redneck town!
He's a Political clown!
You know me, I don't hate!
I've just done things too late!
I have issues, for all to be seen!
Life is rotten, life is mean!
Watch more TV!
Back in 1993!
The band that shaped the nation!
Saved us from damnation!
Make poverty History!
Africa is Europe's tragedy!
Blair can't do it at home!
But the Pope's old critics are now in Rome!
Internet adverts!
Say Something! What?
I've nothing against Gay Marriage!
As long as both girls are hot!
Did you see the airplane?
Did you see the Blimp?
Well I serve nobody!
Neither Queen or Trained Chimp!
CO2 emissions!
From News Network Transmissions!
Oil in Iraq!
The main suppliers idolise Shaq!
These issues people have!
Aren't done by half!
Some don't wanna kill a calf!
Others feel offended by Shaft!
I've been robbed of a Father and Mother!
I have issues like no other!
Spent everything on my Brother!
Life is smothered!
Monday, 23 April 2007
Media
I've got a 27 Year itch!
Maybe I need the life Bitch!
All my ex-Classmates with kids and a wife!
I still have to sort out my life!
My Father's Death affected me!
It's on Wikipedia!
Murdered for playing Darts!
Brief mention by the media!
What's so wrong with me today!
I could've easily been Gay!
Watching CITV rather than play Football!
Went to Uni and answered the call!
I've gained so much weight!
My Granny asked, "What have they been feedin' ye!"
But I remember the McDonald's ads as a kid!
Promoted by the media!
TV isn't what it used to be!
Music now on Podcast feeds!
Subway says 'Eat Fresh' on the ads!
Guilty Pleasures is the latest fad!
My Heart, like the King's, is Wooden!
But it's still bleddin, ya!
I'm a product of this society!
A follower of the media!
Maybe I need the life Bitch!
All my ex-Classmates with kids and a wife!
I still have to sort out my life!
My Father's Death affected me!
It's on Wikipedia!
Murdered for playing Darts!
Brief mention by the media!
What's so wrong with me today!
I could've easily been Gay!
Watching CITV rather than play Football!
Went to Uni and answered the call!
I've gained so much weight!
My Granny asked, "What have they been feedin' ye!"
But I remember the McDonald's ads as a kid!
Promoted by the media!
TV isn't what it used to be!
Music now on Podcast feeds!
Subway says 'Eat Fresh' on the ads!
Guilty Pleasures is the latest fad!
My Heart, like the King's, is Wooden!
But it's still bleddin, ya!
I'm a product of this society!
A follower of the media!
Thursday, 19 April 2007
The Fight
A Sunday Afternoon.
Couldn't come too soon.
To the local field.
And our fate could be sealed.
Some guy from Dromore.
Said, "Yer ma's a Whore!"
He won a soft free kick.
It went between the sticks.
Then some guy was pushed.
By the number 2.
Some old man in the stands shouted;
"Referee, ye fool!"
He should've gone to SpecSavers.
The Linesman must've had favours.
No need to sort it out later.
The Footballers are bayters.
Number 11 sent off.
Didn't know why.
He didn't do anything.
Must've been the wrong guy.
Referee said, "C'mere Boy!"
He showed the red.
Other guys were pushed.
Some fell like Lead.
Off went number 7.
He was a guy possessed.
Abusing the crowd.
So started off all the rest.
Match Abandoned.
Both teams did the huddle.
Referee was useless.
He was in a muddle.
So finished another brawl.
Another Tyrone Free for all.
Reported to the GAC.
On the news for all to see.
Couldn't come too soon.
To the local field.
And our fate could be sealed.
Some guy from Dromore.
Said, "Yer ma's a Whore!"
He won a soft free kick.
It went between the sticks.
Then some guy was pushed.
By the number 2.
Some old man in the stands shouted;
"Referee, ye fool!"
He should've gone to SpecSavers.
The Linesman must've had favours.
No need to sort it out later.
The Footballers are bayters.
Number 11 sent off.
Didn't know why.
He didn't do anything.
Must've been the wrong guy.
Referee said, "C'mere Boy!"
He showed the red.
Other guys were pushed.
Some fell like Lead.
Off went number 7.
He was a guy possessed.
Abusing the crowd.
So started off all the rest.
Match Abandoned.
Both teams did the huddle.
Referee was useless.
He was in a muddle.
So finished another brawl.
Another Tyrone Free for all.
Reported to the GAC.
On the news for all to see.
Friday, 13 April 2007
No Offence
You're a Townie.
I'm a Pure Culchie.
Your Parents listened to Punk.
My Parents listened to Country.
There's one thing that unites us.
The Belfast to Derry Bus.
I got off outside Castledawson.
No lift home, taxi forced in.
I'm an Irish Catholic.
I always bleed Green.
I'll never sing your Anthem.
No offence to your Queen.
I'm the world's worst Proof Reader.
Me and my Schoolmates liked Eddie Veeder.
Laughing about Politicians and sleaze.
Now Nelly Furtado sings hits in Portuguese.
Soaps are all they watch today.
No more Top of the Pops.
No more seeing the Number 1.
Alongside the Number 35 flop.
I'm from County Tyrone.
We're the best you've ever seen.
I wanna use the Euro.
No Offence to your Queen.
Women enjoy conflict.
Women love to see Men fight.
Some on the Left, some on the Right.
Listen to your Mother, you son of a Bitch.
You couldn't make a tackle even on a bone dry pitch.
I prefer U2 to Ocean Colour Scene.
I'm wearing my Tyrone shirt.
No offence to your Queen.
I'm a Pure Culchie.
Your Parents listened to Punk.
My Parents listened to Country.
There's one thing that unites us.
The Belfast to Derry Bus.
I got off outside Castledawson.
No lift home, taxi forced in.
I'm an Irish Catholic.
I always bleed Green.
I'll never sing your Anthem.
No offence to your Queen.
I'm the world's worst Proof Reader.
Me and my Schoolmates liked Eddie Veeder.
Laughing about Politicians and sleaze.
Now Nelly Furtado sings hits in Portuguese.
Soaps are all they watch today.
No more Top of the Pops.
No more seeing the Number 1.
Alongside the Number 35 flop.
I'm from County Tyrone.
We're the best you've ever seen.
I wanna use the Euro.
No Offence to your Queen.
Women enjoy conflict.
Women love to see Men fight.
Some on the Left, some on the Right.
Listen to your Mother, you son of a Bitch.
You couldn't make a tackle even on a bone dry pitch.
I prefer U2 to Ocean Colour Scene.
I'm wearing my Tyrone shirt.
No offence to your Queen.
Wednesday, 11 April 2007
Trouble
You make fun of our dead.
You're not right in the head.
Your Politicians have you misled.
I'm not sure what your brain's been fed.
We've all suffered.
No one's so great.
Not every one's home by Half Eight.
Murder and Mayhem.
Ineffective Police.
Everyone has a loved one buried.
By a Vicar or Priest.
You act like a grand citizen.
With conflict you're smitten.
My Bro's had a Fatherless past.
Our Family's always come last.
My Granny doesn't like you.
Her bitterness is getting bigger.
I'm just a rhymer.
Once a KFC lovin' Wigger.
The Kids TV Stations.
No longer show classic animation.
They were accused of causing trouble.
They have shaped a nation.
Kids are causing trouble.
You've been living in a bubble.
I shaved off my stubble.
I've rebuilt from the rubble.
You're not right in the head.
Your Politicians have you misled.
I'm not sure what your brain's been fed.
We've all suffered.
No one's so great.
Not every one's home by Half Eight.
Murder and Mayhem.
Ineffective Police.
Everyone has a loved one buried.
By a Vicar or Priest.
You act like a grand citizen.
With conflict you're smitten.
My Bro's had a Fatherless past.
Our Family's always come last.
My Granny doesn't like you.
Her bitterness is getting bigger.
I'm just a rhymer.
Once a KFC lovin' Wigger.
The Kids TV Stations.
No longer show classic animation.
They were accused of causing trouble.
They have shaped a nation.
Kids are causing trouble.
You've been living in a bubble.
I shaved off my stubble.
I've rebuilt from the rubble.
Life Today
I want what I can't have.
I don't wanna end up a Chav.
I'm taking enough showers.
Though my bro says my smell overpowers.
Everyone now has too much money.
I'm flat broke and it ain't funny.
I'm not the Tooth Fairy or Easter Bunny.
The youth of today are scummy.
They need to know right from wrong.
What I learnt in my old School songs.
I still pray along.
My faith is still strong.
You see kids aged fourteen.
In the Nightclub scene.
Drinking underage.
Trowing up on the stage.
Gandhi liked our Christ but not our Christians.
There's something missing.
12 Years on, still into Rave.
The Greenvale is still their fave.
Britain's got Talent.
People with different tales.
Ireland, England, Scotland, Wales.
But the ones that could never sing.
The most enjoyment they'll bring.
Different cultures, different traditions.
But the same common values.
The same positions.
From Paris to Berlin.
Different drinks.
The same sins.
Life today.
Not like the old.
Kids today.
Don't do what they're told.
When you get older.
Your minds a folder.
Of young hoodlums' actions.
Over different tribal factions.
I don't wanna end up a Chav.
I'm taking enough showers.
Though my bro says my smell overpowers.
Everyone now has too much money.
I'm flat broke and it ain't funny.
I'm not the Tooth Fairy or Easter Bunny.
The youth of today are scummy.
They need to know right from wrong.
What I learnt in my old School songs.
I still pray along.
My faith is still strong.
You see kids aged fourteen.
In the Nightclub scene.
Drinking underage.
Trowing up on the stage.
Gandhi liked our Christ but not our Christians.
There's something missing.
12 Years on, still into Rave.
The Greenvale is still their fave.
Britain's got Talent.
People with different tales.
Ireland, England, Scotland, Wales.
But the ones that could never sing.
The most enjoyment they'll bring.
Different cultures, different traditions.
But the same common values.
The same positions.
From Paris to Berlin.
Different drinks.
The same sins.
Life today.
Not like the old.
Kids today.
Don't do what they're told.
When you get older.
Your minds a folder.
Of young hoodlums' actions.
Over different tribal factions.
Sunday, 8 April 2007
All about me
Hello World, remember me.
I'm the fella who can't get anything for free.
The Irish conflict statistic.
The optimistic sadistic.
Pleasure out of pain.
Signed on too many Mondays.
Try to remember my name.
I'm following the Championship most Sundays.
My Granny's getting madder.
I was robbed of a Father.
My Mother's got Parkinson's Disease.
My Bro says I cut the cheese.
Over in Cookstown.
I'm not lookin down.
Cinema delights.
Most Sunday nights.
You know me.
I'm from Ardboe.
I say 'Holy Jesus!'
I say 'Ghosto!'
I've got a cousin in Kilrea.
She's the furthest away.
I went to a Derry School.
Considered a Tyrone Fool.
I avoided all the fights.
The happiest days of my life.
University in Coleraine.
Got a 2:2.
Met so many psychos.
Red, White and Blue.
Derry, Belfast, Dublin.
For Work I was always ready.
Tried an approach towards coupelin'.
But they were all going steady.
All my mates in Ballyronan.
Was first thought a slow man.
But they soon liked what I had to offer.
More than any other.
All about me.
Repeated like an ABC.
All about me.
For all the world to see.
I'm the fella who can't get anything for free.
The Irish conflict statistic.
The optimistic sadistic.
Pleasure out of pain.
Signed on too many Mondays.
Try to remember my name.
I'm following the Championship most Sundays.
My Granny's getting madder.
I was robbed of a Father.
My Mother's got Parkinson's Disease.
My Bro says I cut the cheese.
Over in Cookstown.
I'm not lookin down.
Cinema delights.
Most Sunday nights.
You know me.
I'm from Ardboe.
I say 'Holy Jesus!'
I say 'Ghosto!'
I've got a cousin in Kilrea.
She's the furthest away.
I went to a Derry School.
Considered a Tyrone Fool.
I avoided all the fights.
The happiest days of my life.
University in Coleraine.
Got a 2:2.
Met so many psychos.
Red, White and Blue.
Derry, Belfast, Dublin.
For Work I was always ready.
Tried an approach towards coupelin'.
But they were all going steady.
All my mates in Ballyronan.
Was first thought a slow man.
But they soon liked what I had to offer.
More than any other.
All about me.
Repeated like an ABC.
All about me.
For all the world to see.
Pain
Pain.
All the same.
Whether you're on a Bus or Train.
My life is like a Linebacker.
Accusing me of being a slacker.
When I was a kid.
I never thought I'd do what I did.
Never thought I've experience such grief.
To test all my beliefs.
1989.
It's up for grabs now time.
Politicians gansh about who they don't like.
My dad was shot in the night.
My bro was only 6 Moths old.
He could never hear dad say, "Do as you're told!"
Hearts have turned cold.
An archive of pain unfolds.
When I worked in the big Cities.
I thought life was pretty.
Then I got dismissed.
I thought, 'An opportunity missed'
Broadband didn't work at home.
12 Month Contract meant I had to roam.
Money down the drain.
That's more lifelong pain.
University top up fees.
Meant I only had half a degree.
The town I loved so well.
Gave every Job opportunity a bell.
But we eventually had to part.
Make a fresh new start.
Got another job nearby.
But 18 Weeks later, 'Bye Bye!'
And like all the rest.
Came the Driving Test.
Undue Hesitation.
Sums up the driving nation.
But I'll never give up the fight.
I'll struggle to be right.
I won't kill my self.
Even though others might.
All the same.
Whether you're on a Bus or Train.
My life is like a Linebacker.
Accusing me of being a slacker.
When I was a kid.
I never thought I'd do what I did.
Never thought I've experience such grief.
To test all my beliefs.
1989.
It's up for grabs now time.
Politicians gansh about who they don't like.
My dad was shot in the night.
My bro was only 6 Moths old.
He could never hear dad say, "Do as you're told!"
Hearts have turned cold.
An archive of pain unfolds.
When I worked in the big Cities.
I thought life was pretty.
Then I got dismissed.
I thought, 'An opportunity missed'
Broadband didn't work at home.
12 Month Contract meant I had to roam.
Money down the drain.
That's more lifelong pain.
University top up fees.
Meant I only had half a degree.
The town I loved so well.
Gave every Job opportunity a bell.
But we eventually had to part.
Make a fresh new start.
Got another job nearby.
But 18 Weeks later, 'Bye Bye!'
And like all the rest.
Came the Driving Test.
Undue Hesitation.
Sums up the driving nation.
But I'll never give up the fight.
I'll struggle to be right.
I won't kill my self.
Even though others might.
Different
You fight on the Terraces.
We Fight on the Pitches.
We had comedians in the 70's.
They had you in stitches.
We're different.
Ireland, England Wales, Scotland.
One thing brings us together.
Travelling to a hot land.
Reports on the TV shown.
Foreign Governments overthrown.
Ever since the 1980's.
Things haven't changed much lately.
We're different.
I'm not like you.
I like Green White and Orange.
You like Red White and Blue.
Football, Darts, Snooker, Golf.
Animal Hospital and Rolf.
All on the BBC.
Tradition for all to see.
What did you think of the past?
Everything has gone too fast.
I have my own prayers to pray.
All about what's wrong today.
Black and White.
Straight and Gay.
The National Front V The IRA.
Surely there's another way?
We're different.
You score goals, we score points.
We smoke 20 Regal, you smoke Joints.
We Fight on the Pitches.
We had comedians in the 70's.
They had you in stitches.
We're different.
Ireland, England Wales, Scotland.
One thing brings us together.
Travelling to a hot land.
Reports on the TV shown.
Foreign Governments overthrown.
Ever since the 1980's.
Things haven't changed much lately.
We're different.
I'm not like you.
I like Green White and Orange.
You like Red White and Blue.
Football, Darts, Snooker, Golf.
Animal Hospital and Rolf.
All on the BBC.
Tradition for all to see.
What did you think of the past?
Everything has gone too fast.
I have my own prayers to pray.
All about what's wrong today.
Black and White.
Straight and Gay.
The National Front V The IRA.
Surely there's another way?
We're different.
You score goals, we score points.
We smoke 20 Regal, you smoke Joints.
Myself
Myself in a state.
Left everything too late.
Hoping for success.
Hoping for luck.
But the hands of fate didn't give a f**k.
Couldn't be a Pop star.
Couldn't afford a Fancy Car.
Just occasionally propping up the Bar.
But the Window of opportunity's still ajar.
Online in the Library.
Couldn't eat drink or be merry.
Back from the Job Centre.
Sending a woman back what I sent her.
Living in the sticks.
Searching for an Internet fix.
My Granny just can't stop moanin.
I'm in need of serotonin.
Send in the Clowns.
Send in the Clowns.
From Belfast, Ballymena, Derry, Portadown.
Heading to Duiblin in the Train Station.
History has affected the Nation.
Little Girls and a Toy.
Used to be a Doll, now it's Playboy.
Obsessed with Pink and celeb magazines.
Europe's White Trash has entered the scene.
I wanna be a Winner.
Rhyme like Mike Skinner.
Can I impress them being like Eminem?
I've run out of power.
Have to take a shower.
Everyone; Black, Asian and White.
We all have the same war to fight.
I feel knackered.
Lack of sleep.
I've tried settling down.
I've tried counting Sheep.
You can take my Job, but you can't take my talent.
I won't be hammered down with a Mallet.
Where I Live
Where I live.
Not the Free State.
Your view of the Reformation seals your fate.
Police and Priests.
Govern the land.
Controlling the people.
With an Iron hand.
In Belfast City.
The estates are so s**tty.
Old Firm Apres Match Interface.
Riots posted in Bebo and MySpace.
Some say, "Sure, it's cause af the taigs! Their mas are slegs!"
Others say "It's Orange Supremacy! Their parades are menacing!"
Over on the Train to Ballymena, hey.
Where kids get killed over some s**t they say.
Doe a Rabbit, a Female Rabbit.
A kid had the wrong Football Shirt, the gang will stab it.
Conflict transmitted all over the World.
All over a flag and a few little girls.
New York, Glasgow, Liverpool.
The Poor are misled unemployed fools.
Omagh, says Geldof, is like 9/11.
The bombers unrepentant in their personal Heaven.
30 Years ago, the UVF crossed the Border.
Bringing bombs and Government disorder.
People talk about War Heroes.
Over and over again.
But few of them know about conflict.
Few experienced the Pain.
Now they're agreeing.
And acting all grand.
But the cynic in me says it's all built from Sand.
Not the Free State.
Your view of the Reformation seals your fate.
Police and Priests.
Govern the land.
Controlling the people.
With an Iron hand.
In Belfast City.
The estates are so s**tty.
Old Firm Apres Match Interface.
Riots posted in Bebo and MySpace.
Some say, "Sure, it's cause af the taigs! Their mas are slegs!"
Others say "It's Orange Supremacy! Their parades are menacing!"
Over on the Train to Ballymena, hey.
Where kids get killed over some s**t they say.
Doe a Rabbit, a Female Rabbit.
A kid had the wrong Football Shirt, the gang will stab it.
Conflict transmitted all over the World.
All over a flag and a few little girls.
New York, Glasgow, Liverpool.
The Poor are misled unemployed fools.
Omagh, says Geldof, is like 9/11.
The bombers unrepentant in their personal Heaven.
30 Years ago, the UVF crossed the Border.
Bringing bombs and Government disorder.
People talk about War Heroes.
Over and over again.
But few of them know about conflict.
Few experienced the Pain.
Now they're agreeing.
And acting all grand.
But the cynic in me says it's all built from Sand.
Punk is Dead
Punk is dead.
Put this issue to bed.
Three cords, politics and teenage dreams.
Now Maccy Ds and Avri Lavigne.
So you can't blame the Velvet Underground.
For Tony Hawks Pro-Skater and Good Charlotte's sound.
Nor can you blame Blues Musicians.
About WWE Issues.
Anarchy in the UK.
Now about Football Violence and married Gays.
No longer about Joy Division.
But about Boyband schisms.
Complaining about Parents again.
Everyone sounds the same.
No longer about pain.
Everything is just too sane.
Guitarists were influential.
Three cords and layers.
Now it's about Fox TV.
And Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
And what makes of Punk nowadays.
Succumbed to commercial ways.
Saying I look good on the Dance floor.
I for one don't want more.
Put this issue to bed.
Three cords, politics and teenage dreams.
Now Maccy Ds and Avri Lavigne.
So you can't blame the Velvet Underground.
For Tony Hawks Pro-Skater and Good Charlotte's sound.
Nor can you blame Blues Musicians.
About WWE Issues.
Anarchy in the UK.
Now about Football Violence and married Gays.
No longer about Joy Division.
But about Boyband schisms.
Complaining about Parents again.
Everyone sounds the same.
No longer about pain.
Everything is just too sane.
Guitarists were influential.
Three cords and layers.
Now it's about Fox TV.
And Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
And what makes of Punk nowadays.
Succumbed to commercial ways.
Saying I look good on the Dance floor.
I for one don't want more.
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