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I am your waiter for the evening
Let me show you to your table
Here’s a menu and a blindfold
Some sharp knives, if you’re able
I am your blood-stained pavement
I'm not here for your fucking entertainment
I am your waiter for the evening
I am your waiter for the evening
I live in a world that is blood-stained
by the greed of many nations
providing some with compensations
should they choose to queue for rations
Be it a car or the gates to heaven
you command your price or haven
I am your blood-stained pavement
I'm not here for your fucking entertainment
I am your waiter for the evening
I live in a world that is blood-stained
Where fame is currency
Where bland is fluency
Where art is just proficiency
So we make this loud cacophony
I am your waiter for the evening
I am your waiter for the evening……..
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2. |
2. Living In My Head
04:12
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I will not rally around -
your flag of convenience
I dont seek your approval -
your majestic benevolence
I wont mind my manners -
‘cos your world is as good as dead
I reject your New World Order -
I’ll live in my head.
Go down to the Factory
I think I’ll stay in bed
Get fucked with your New World Order
Im gonna live in my head
Get the bus to Downtown
See the things you can buy!
Kiss the bosses in the New World Order
I think Id rather fucking die
See the little houses
Don’t you dare want for more
Theyre made of paper in the New World Order
I think I’ll kick down the door
Lets go on holiday
Two weeks in the sun!
It’s all-inclusive in the New World Order
But I’m not a compliant one
So I will not go down to the Factory
I think I’ll stay in bed
Get fucked with your New World Order
Im gonna live in my head
So I will not go down to the factory
I’ll stay in bed
Get fucked with your New World Order
Im gonna live in my head
Get to fuck with your New World Order
Get to fuck with your New World Order
Get to fuck with your New World Order
Im gonna live in my head.
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3. |
3. Take Back The Streets
03:54
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Wave to the copper in the helicopter
Lets have a disco in their blue and red flashing lights
Lets have a cuppa in their nice copper kettle
I dont trust them they’re thick as thieves
Take back the streets
Take back the streets
Push back on them
Push, back, on, them…
Push back on them
Push, back, on, them…
>>>>>
Push back on them
Push, back, on, them…
Push back on them
Push, back, on, them…
Lets have a shower in your water cannon
I’ll give you my number, as long as you show me yours.
Hey Mr Plainclothes, where d’ya get your Clash T-Shirt?
I dont trust them they’re thick as thieves.
Take back the streets
Take back the streets
Push back on them
Push, back, on, them…
Push back on them
Push, back, on, them…
On them,
On them,
On them
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4. |
4. Punk Walk
05:50
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London Stock Exchange, I dont know what day
I sometimes I dont know, but I dont care much anyway
I sit with my millionaire breakfast of crisps and Tizer
Listening to Whats This For? my earbuds on fire
I watch the suits in their intense pursuits
Huddled over their Apples with their takeaway boxes
Of posh sushi, a little reward for turning their backs
Earning more in a day than a nurse does in a year
Shuffling imaginary cash, creaming off a stash
They disgust me, these chancers and thieves.
Drinking champers at a charity bash
Theses tricksters, no better than hoodies selling hash.
Then there is Big Pauls drums in my head
He beats out Tension… and the Unspeakable
I have a secret world these fuckers really should fear.
I dont want what they worship………
I decide to move on, I’ve a way to go
I find myself in Leicester Sq, dont you know?
Tourists, children, pickpockets and the god squad
I have the Slits and Viv Albertine the she-God
The admirable quest for my countrys’ rich culture
is reduced to buying M&Ms by the scoop
Queuing for a bond film and the meat market disco on a loop
They could have done this in Bum-fuck Idaho
We havent moved on from the gin soaked boy
Whats the point of going anywhere and imposing shit?
Fuck off with your selfie and your sweatshop toy
Then there is Viv and Ari
Typical Girls and Still England
Oh Lord give me something to aspire to
Something to kill or forgive for.
Love Hate Loneliness and Laughter
The four corners of my apocalypse
Ive arrived at Parliament, the silver spoon of magma
Full of puppies from a dogma
I switch to Feeding the 5000
I kind of been saving it for this
I find a seat in the park and stare at the spires
A beautiful mothership, full of liars
You cant deny the beauty of the place
A giant gothic coffin complete with corpse
Where has my revolution gone? To corruption, of course.
And Ignorant tells me they Owe Us a Living
And Im full of rage, yet calm
My head is full of that rhythm and anger
The true sound of kindness over alarm.
I stroll through Green Park, seeing whats mine
Punk shuffling as my constant companion
I am near the end of my journey now
Buck House, Royalties bastion
I stand by the fountain and look at the gates - that balcony, it looks lonely
Free from free loading fuckers, waving to the plebs - Shes not my one and only
Where else does it matter that your born to status? Born to money and rule
My countrymen died for this shit to change - but still the fucking cesspool
And of course I have Lydon at full volume
Asking to save her although she’s no Human Being
I head for the tube flicking a V to the state of the nation
Welcoming the camaraderie of the Underground,
where my heart has always been.
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5. |
5. No Control
02:55
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No Control
No Control
Deep State
What a state
Democratic
Just a tactic
Nervous system
Kill the system
No Control
No Control
History is on your shoulder
Can you feel it?
Breathing down your neck
Carry your cross to your crucifixion
You’re already dead
No Control…. No Control… No Control….
15 crosses in your lifetime
The choices sanitised and controlled
That’s your democracy
For that they impose order
For that you are supposed to die for the flag
They say you are free, but only as you cost nothing
No Control
No Control
Public order
No border
Manifesto
Just a ghetto
G8
State hate
History is on your shoulder
Can you feel it?
Breathing down your neck
Have you sussed out your own extinction?
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6. |
6. Hey! Hey! No Way!
03:39
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HEY! MR POLITICIAN MAN
YOURE A FUCKING LIAR
YOU CANT TELL THE TRUTH FROM A LIE ANYMORE
YOUR PANTS ARE ON FIRE
HEY HEY
NO WAY
HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY
HEY HEY
NO WAY
HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY
HEY! MR MEDIA MOGUL MAN
YOURE A FUCKING LIAR
YOURE ALL SPIN – NO PROOF – NO TRUTH
I THINK I’LL SWITCH OVER
HEY HEY
NO WAY
HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY
HEY HEY
NO WAY
HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY
HEY! MR TEACHER MAN
YOURE A FUCKING LIAR
YOU SAY IF I LEARN OF THIS SHIT YA TELL ME
I WILL GO MUCH HIGHER
HEY HEY
NO WAY
HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY
HEY HEY
NO WAY
HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY
HEY! MR POLICE MAN
YOURE A FUCKING LIAR
YOU THINK WERE NOT WATCHING, YOU THINK WE’LL LOOK AWAY
YOU THINK WE’LL TIRE
HEY HEY
NO WAY
HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY
HEY HEY
NO WAY
HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY
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7. |
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Firing Squad Ditch PART 1
I met myself and I realised i was death
A big mouth, dribbling lick lick lick
He says name rank serial number
Barny Smyth, Blockhead 666
You don’t get any more than that
You fat fuck you make me sick sick sick
Explicit straight jacket d-notice
Im already in solitary kick kick kick
Whats that I can hear outside?
Times up fucker tick tick tick
Im staring at the sky from a firing squad ditch
Im staring at the sky from a firing squad ditch
Im a nasty little accident a nasty little snitch
Im staring at the sky from a firing squad ditch
I will come when Im good and ready
Come quietly says the monster of I, I, I
Dust on a rock, thats all this is
Dont argue he says, die die die
You know Ive always hated you?
Mutual Im sure, lie lie lie
I don’t care its all the same to me
Valhalla, bye bye bye.
Im staring at the sky from a firing squad ditch
Im staring at the sky from a firing squad ditch
Im a nasty little accident a tiny little snitch
Im staring at the sky from a firing squad ditch
Im staring at the sky from a firing squad ditch
Im staring at the sky from a firing squad ditch
Im a nasty little accident a nasty little itch
Im staring at the sky from a firing squad ditch
FIRING SQUAD DITCH PART 2
Thieves vagabonds and carpet-baggers - will you join me in battle?
I will resist and expose my tormentors - I will not be cattle
Let there be no deceit or any disguise - I have no room for a man with pity in his eyes
I survived the Firing Squad Ditch and I accuse the powerful and rich
They think theyre safe in their compound defences
Security guards and barbed wire fences
I played dead so I would not be harmed - in my firing squad ditch - factory farmed
I survived the Firing Squad Ditch - I accuse the powerful and rich
I escaped the Firing Squad Ditch
And I accuse, I accuse the powerful and rich
I escaped the Firing Squad Ditch - I accuse the powerful and rich
I escaped the Firing Squad Ditch
I accuse, I accuse the powerful and rich
(staring at the sky from a Firing Squad Ditch)
I accuse, I accuse the powerful and rich
(staring at the sky from a Firing Squad Ditch)
I accuse, I accuse the powerful and rich
I escaped the Firing Squad Ditch - Black Spot! Black spot! The powerful and rich
I escaped the Firing Squad Ditch - Black Spot! Black spot! The powerful and rich
(lick lick lick, 666, sick sick sick, tick tick tick, III, die die die, lie lie lie, bye bye bye)
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You have your palaces and entertainments
Your mass-produced self-containments
I have the loneliness of the long distance gunner
English… Newtown… Gorilla!
English Newtown Gorilla
Tall as a factory gate - Ha!
English Newtown Gorilla
Red blood, English hate
English Newtown Gorilla
A monster from the smallest crack
English Newtown Gorilla
Smash the town - Never look back!
ENGLISH NEWTOWN GORILLA
English Newtown Gorilla
Come too close and I’ll eat you alive
English Newtown Gorilla
I’m the baby boom killer
ENGLISH NEWTOWN GORILLA
You can have it if you want it
Better watch it if ya dont
Nobody gonna watch your back
Not with me they wont
Tall as a factory gate
I’m the baby boom killer
Red blood and my English hate
The Newtown Gorilla
ENGLISH NEWTOWN GORILLA
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9. |
9. Misunderstood
05:26
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Oh Lord don’t let me be misunderstood
I know you think I’m just a thug in your posh neighbourhood
I don’t care what grudges you’re selling,
Your ‘isms’ and your factions
I’ll judge you by your kindness, your spirit and your actions
If you’re obsessed with money and status and class
You’ve missed the fucking point mate and you can kiss my newtown arse
And if you look down on other people
Because of what they do, who they love or worship
Then I’m a better Englishman than you.
Oh Lord, don’t let me be misunderstood.
So what more can I tell you, about what’s in store?
Having lived for nearly 60 summers, and I don’t know how many more
I’ve watched liars make war and call it democratic
I’m not buying your politics - or any other fucking tactic
All those systems failed us, so when people wave their flags
Remember they always sell you out – and put a rifle in your hands
We scar the land, poison the sea, and there’s too many of us you see?
Even hatred of different coloured skin – I mean how thick have you got to be?
So don’t let anyone tell you, what to say think or do
Even us, this is just some art, we hope it puts a stone in your shoe
But we tell you what your left with in a world that chooses blindness
The place to start, is with your own kindness
Oh Lord, don’t let me be misunderstood.
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Here comes the devil and he’s riding a big bomb
No need to worry the end soon come
Maybe the knife, the spear, the raging sun
The gallows, the gas, the lying Veritas
I don’t see any way out at all
The Reckoning of the fireball
Oh saviour high
Is this the dust and the end of things?
Is this a death that feeds the earth?
Or the sleep of beasts and kings
Power of Man!
Power of Man!
The failure of of the Pow-Pow-Power of Man!
Power of Man!
Power of Man!
The failure of of the Pow-Pow-Power of Man!
This is the March of the Runts
Armed to the teeth and heading for your rabbit hutch
Laughing as they cross the field
Out of the forest
The blood mud,
No rest for the killing zest
I don’t see any way out at all
The Reckoning of the fireball
Oh saviour high
Is this the dust and the end of things?
Is this a death that feeds the earth?
Or the sleep of beasts and kings
Power of Man!
Power of Man!
The failure of of the Pow-Pow-Power of Man!
Power of Man!
Power of Man!
The failure of of the Pow-Pow-Power of Man!
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11. |
You're Not My God
03:08
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Confusing world
Fast moving clouds
Flags for the children
Guns for the crowd
Is this the world where I have no mercy?
Or the one where I am the Black Dog?
Is this the world where I am cannon fodder?
Or the one where I am your God?
YOURE NOT MY GOD
YOURE NOT MY GOD
YOURE NOT MY GOD
Our Father
They raised gallows in your name
If there be a million kingdoms
There are none below your heavens
Give us this day our daily dread
And tell of the righteousness of war
Against those that trespass against us
Control us with redemption
And deliver us from free-will
Forever
and never
Amen
Confusing world
Dearly beloved we’re the dealers in shame
Fast moving clouds
I cannot see you so I don’t believe you
Flags for the children
The pulpits having trouble with the system P.A.
Guns for the crown
The Evil. The gracious. Imposters the same
YOURE NOT MY GOD
YOURE NOT MY GOD
YOURE NOT MY GOD
Is this the world where I have no mercy?
Or the one where I am the Black Dog?
Is this the world where I am cannon fodder?
Or the one where I am your God?
YOURE NOT MY GOD
YOURE NOT MY GOD
YOURE NOT MY GOD
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12. |
Song For The Gone
03:53
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SONG FOR THE GONE
This is a lament for those that have gone,
Maybe it was your father
Who gave you song
Or was it someone who found they couldn’t carry on
The saddest the young who were not strong
Did they earn your freedom in a battle for away?
Was it a lover who gave you away?
Did someone say something that plays in your mind?
Maybe you struggle that they left you behind
I lament all those souls
And from the rock, I offer them this song
Love them
And never forget
Carry them along.
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13. |
Hey Little World
03:26
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Hey Little World
Hey Little World
You’ve got nothing that I want
Don’t you miss me when Im gone
In the black I will be alone
Throw my statue in the sea
We’re less than we see
Forget me.
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Newtown Aces London, UK
Barny Smyth (punk poet, bass player, video producer and roadie) and Dist (Elephant Assault Course, go-to guitarist and producer) team up to take you on a politically charged punk rollercoaster.
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