Well I hope you find your way
Through every heart wrenching day
With all those shitty decisions that you make
Hell I know the games, I know the games you play
So do you think you got enough time
To open all of your uranium mines
Before yes you go and you poison us all
You know your profit man it's gonna take its toll
And I don't know who you are
I don't know where you come from
I just know it is to hell you're going cos
You pollute everything with you big business
And i know it's all for your money
Hell yeah, all for your money
All for your money
Tell me man it's all for your money
So go now you go and you rape this Earth
You take her for what you think she'd worth
But you take and you take and you
take til there's nothing left
I don't call that business, I call that theft
So who do the Hell do you think you are
Why do you got to take things so far
You know you screw the Earth and then
you look towards the stars
Tell me man why do you got to take things so far
And I don't know who you are
I don't know where you come from
I just know it is to hell you're going cos
You ruin everything with you big business
And i know it's all for your money
All for your money
Sweeter than honey
All for your Money
Tell me man can you eat your money
Tell me man can you eat your money
Cos that's what's gonna be left,
that's what's gonna be left
So tell me man can you eat your money
Business man with your uranium mine,
will you gain a conscience
Politician man, there in your Government,
will you gain a conscience
Media man with all your newspapers,
Who lies must gain a conscience
Prime Minister with all our apathy,
will you GAIN A CONSCIENCE!
John Butler rules.
ouch!
ReplyDeleteThat's awful
There must be a sixth form missing a 'poet' somewhere.
It did put me in mind of Half Man Half Biscuit's diatribe against the evils of the world called Song for Europe:
Go forth, set out your stall
And strike those down, that dare to start a war
Yeah war, we want no more
They do no good
For the money you spend
On a nuclear bomb
You could buy some sense and knock it into them that rule
My soul’s burning with desire
A desire to see this land all happy and nice
No love, no peace
K-now love, k-now peace
Where there is no love, there will be no peace
But get to know love and you’ll know peace
...they were taking the piss though.
be seeing you
I generally find poetry to be trite/glib/conceited/pretentious/crap. I have yet to experience contemporary poetry that isn't. With song lyrics, the music and the singer's inflection makes much more of the words than simple lines on paper. I listened to the Half Man Half Biscuit track and it sounds shit. No emotion, no passion, no talent. Whereas JBT have all three. I posted the lyrics because they are particularly pertinent. You have to listen to them sung, though. That's why I linked to the track on LstFM.
ReplyDeleteI bet you buy soup in cartons, not in tins.
ReplyDeleteI should charge you for this:
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=WG_gv7YzIzY&feature=related
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=IxR0JY-FMh8
I buy soup in tins if I don't make it myself.
ReplyDeleteI still don't understand your love of HMHB. They're just a novelty act without much talent.