Northampton’s Road To Nowhere

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Take a walk through my town
Down the dark and dirty paths
We got no money for street lights
There are no wages for street cleaners
Peer from the lofty lift tower heights
Drink in the run down derelict sights
Hear the dereliction of council duty
Drunk on their neoliberal counsel booty
We have been cut raw to the bone
Dying homeless on the streets alone
Where is the council’s ghost at the feast
Playing host to our very own beast
Draining the lifeblood of our town
We have even been abandoned by the clown
Society now secondary to loan repayments
Who gives a fuck about benefit claimants?
Tear the bus stop down one won’t be soon
Expect one along once in a blue moon
Repeat to me we are all in this together
While I freeze to death in the cold weather
These fair weather friends provide no service
Do they forget they are suppose to serve us!

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Depression Path

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Losing interest in your interests
It’s a warning sign you no longer feel fine
Empty and numb got you feeling dumb
Depression may have you under the thumb

Self hating continually cries out in the night
Dabble in drink and drugs with silent shrugs
Self medicating trying to keep it out of sight
Struggles the morning after the night before
Depression can rip you apart to the core

Hopelessness and despair no surprise life isn’t fair
It gets even worse when you no longer care
But dare to go outside find someone to confide
Lack of confidence have you trying to hide
You probably have depression by your side

Suicidal spikes penetrating your thoughts
Every action you take feels for nought
Lonely mirror hanging upon my wall
Why is it that I constantly feel so small
Depression it can be oh so cruel

No need to suffocate in silence
It doesn’t make you feeble or weak
You are not meek it is a evil streak
Seek help and stand tall in defiance
Depression can be defeated if it’s treated

Helping Hands Help You Stand

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Hello Brothers
Hello Sisters
Hello Comrades

Words with meaning uttered without thought
Thoughts without words resembling nought

What is a Brother?
What is a Sister?
What is a Comrade?

When we say brother does it have meaning
Or do we say it without feeling?
When we say sister does it have meaning
Or do we say it without caring?
When we say comrade does it have meaning
Or do we say it without thinking?

Lost in translation warning to all battle stations
Wide eyed words stay silent stay stunned

Look on Brothers
Look on Sisters
Look on Comrades

There is nothing to see here but my bondage
My suffering screened behind idealogical knowledge
Purity masking your contempt for the concept
This time we need to get it correct

What is a Brother?
It is you, it is me
What is a Sister?
It is her, it is him
What is a Comrade?
It is all of us.

An injury to one is an injury to all
Ignoring our suffering makes us cruel

Think Brother
Think Sister
Think Comrade

Next time you might be the one to fall
You will be caught by your comrades
Sheltered at the side of your sisters
And you shall battle beside your brothers

We are Brothers
We are Sisters
We are Comrades

For we are defined by our joint struggle
These words unite us and give us strength
They are actions never to be held in contempt

Goodbye Brothers
Goodbye Sisters
Goodbye Comrades

NukedPuked

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Never again we said
As we bled red white and blue
Bodies barely going cold
Before more weapons are sold

No money for the old, infirm or sick
Who needs bread when we have bombs
These politicians think we’re so thick
Just look what good it did to Homs!

Red button bashing bullshitters
Puffing their chest to the sound of screams
Face melting bravado trendsetters
Presenting nightmares as your dreams

Give peace a chance a silly little stance
Dance to the devils war drum to your last
Duck and cover that mushroom blast
Our nation trapped in a nuclear trance

Profit, suit you sire.

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Cry out in despair as our futures reduced to ash
Prosperity for the powerful, poverty for all
The absurdity goes right to the core of the system
Obscurity of the button pushing power plays
Jack out remove your social programming

Subservient like a Victorian servant
It’s not prim and proper to make demands
Your betters know what’s best
You can’t know what’s in your own interest
So defer decision making all to me
I already have it with all this money
When push comes to shove you’ll see

There is profit in this poverty pyramid
Mind your step there are plenty of traps
But not for me I’m the lord with all the land
Have you got a light for my red tape bonfire
Now sit and wonder why we are all going ape

Lives are worthless, profit from the powerless
The mantra of the madman money men

A lonely whisper is a scream

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That little voice in the back of your mind
It always pops up during quiet times
Not quite sure what to make of it
Its offloading all its self doubt
Stalking shadow out and about
Try to outrun the little voice
Foolishly thought I had a choice