Wednesday, 5 May 2010

We've been here before



We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgment of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
And I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again

Change it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fall that's all
But the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they all flown in the last war

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
And I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again
No, no!

I'll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
For I know that the hypnotized never lie

Do ya?


There's nothing in the street
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Is now the parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again
No, no!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss

38 comments:

I am Stan said...

Yo Holby,

HAD ENOUGH

I've had enough of bein' nice
I've had enough of right and wrong
I've had enough of tryin' to love my brother

I've had enough of bein' good
And doin' everything like i'm told I should
If you need a lover, you'd better find another

Life is for the living
Takers never giving

Suspicion takes the place of trust
My love is turning into lust
If you get on the wrong side of me you better run for cover

I've had enough of bein' trodden on
My passive days are gonna be long gone
If you slap one cheek, well, I ain't gonna turn the other

Life is for the living
Takers never giving

Fooling no one but ourselves
Good is dying

Here comes the end
Here comes the end of the world

I'm gettin' sick of this universe
Ain't gonna get better; it's gonna get worse
And the world's gonna sink with the weight of the human race

Hate and fear in every face
I'm gettin' ready and I've packed my case
If you find somewhere better, can you save my place?

Fooling no one but ourselves
Love is dying

Here comes the end
Here comes the end
Here comes the end of the world

Ron Broxted said...

Til the white rose blooms again, you must leave me, leave me lonely, so goodbye my love 'til then, til the white rose blooms again. Nana Miskouri is a much under rated chanteuse.

Joe Public said...

So is Nana Mouskouri

Dazed And Confused said...

God I wish that I could hide away
And find a wall to bang my brains
I'm living in a fantasy,
a nightmare dream... reality
People ride about all day
In metal boxes made away
I wish that they would drop the bomb
And kill these cunts that don't belong

I hate people
I hate the human race
I hate people
I hate your ugly face
I hate people
I hate your fucking mess
I hate people
They hate me

My mother thinks that I am a jerk
Because I hate my bleeding work
Be like your daddy he's sincere
But don't be true... or you'll be queer
I'm working at my 9 to 5
with boring cunts that give me jibe
their talking of the love they give
they never give... they never give

I hate people
I hate the human race
I hate people
I hate your ugly face
I hate people
I hate your fucking mess
I hate people
They Hate Me!

extest said...

It's one o'clock and time for lunch, dum dee dummmm dee dum.

When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench I can always hear them talk.

There's always been Ethel:
"Jacob, wake up! You've got to tidy your room now."

And then Mister Lewis:
"Isn't it time that he was out on his own?"

Over the garden wall, two little lovebirds - coo-coo to you!

Keep them mowing blades sharp...

I know what I like, and I like what I know; getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show. (Your showwww)

Sunday night, Mr Farmer called, said: "Listen son, you're wastingtime; there's a future for you in the fire escape trade. Come up to town!"

But I remebered a voice from the past; "Gambling only pays when you're winning" - Had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure.

Keep them mowing blades sharp...

I know what I like, and I like what I know; getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.

I know what I like, and I like what I know;getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.

When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench,I can always hear them talk.

Me, I'm just a lawnmower - you can tell me by the way I walk.

lyricalj said...

well then man!
We can do none but fight!
raise our guns,
against these Riechs!
till each single one,
of us claims back our rights,

The benches are no,
defense against us,
hence we must,
grind them to dust,
not give a f****
corrupt those who chose,
to do so unto to us,

policy is no attack,
against ourselves,
lets go armed en mass,
and bring them hell,
hunts the rats,
or be sent to cells,
not only theirs but the E.U's as well,

if we stand to die amidst the war,
before we have our throats slit,
we slit four times more,
dying for our cause is better than,
dying for something that we will never understand,
all logic is lost,
but as of yet,
our moment is not,
no cost is too high,
should we lie losing breath,
with but one bullet left,
we must pull that trigger,
leave one more just as us,
of life, bereft.

we must dice with death,
we've not even a day,
if we laid our battle to rest,
we would die anyway,
we cannot delay,
pull the rope tight,
round their necks of dismay,

should we make it to daylight,
with the war one,
then we've gained the right,
to stand in the sun,
you shall know that you fought,
"and which is more"
..........
"you'll be a man my son"


j davison-forder

Edgar said...

Way down upon de Swanee ribber (river)
Far, far away,
Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber,
Dere's wha de old folks stay.

All up and down de whole creation
Sadly I roam,
Still longing for de old plantation
And for de old folks at home.

Chorus
All de world am sad and dreary,
Ebry where I roam,
Oh! darkies how my heart grows weary,
Far from de old folks at home.

All round de little farm I wandered
When I was young,
Den many happy days I squandered,
Many de songs I sung.

When I was playing wid my brudder
Happy was I
Oh! take me to my kind old mudder,
Dere let me live and die.

Chorus

One little hut amond de bushes,
One dat I love,
Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes,
No matter where I rove

When will I see de bees a humming
All round de comb?
When will I hear de banjo tumming
Down in my good old home?

Scrobs... said...

Like A Rolling Stone
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”
You thought they were all kiddin’ you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin’ out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You’ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to it
You said you’d never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain’t it hard when you discover that
He really wasn’t where it’s at
After he took from you everything he could steal

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you’d better lift your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Mine's the best OH, and best of good fortune to you tomorrow!

Ron Broxted said...

The British Police are the best in the world
I don't believe one of these stories I've heard
'Bout them raiding our pubs for no reason at all
Lining the customers up by the wall
Picking out people and knocking them down
Resisting arrest as they're kicked on the ground
Searching their houses and calling them queer
I don't believe that sort of thing happens here

Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way

My tattered sphincter delenda Estee Lauder.
Oooh Matron !

sixtypoundsaweekcleaner said...

I feel suicidal now, listening to you lot. Can't you be funny, just once in a while?

(Gordon Brown, late great British Prime Minister, 2010)

Ron Broxted said...

Ron 20.57 your picture is missing, so that is a link to another site. Are you suffering from unrequited love Mr D.G Haslam (ex Met)? How is your Mummy? Still decomposing;)

The All Night Drink and Drugs Party. said...

It aint to late you shit faced, bad ass mudder truckers.

A vote for me wil not be wasted all though you surely will be my fine fucked up friends.

Of course the deficit will still be bigger than Harriets arse piles, the debt bigger than Jacqui Spliffs flange, multicuntism abound and Gordons jaw looser than a whores ass hole but what the fuckity fuck say I!

We will be so wasted so smacked out of out tits on crack and E's we'll be on another planet by midnight.

So join me, The All Night Drink and Drugs Party.
Forget Government waste and lets waste our fucking selves.

Thank you, goodnight and bollocks.

Ron Broxted said...

BEZ 1287. Grey Vauxhall Vectra. Unmarked police vehicle? Not any more.

Mark Wadsworth said...

Best of luck tomorrow.

The All Night Drink and Drugs Party said...

Here is my latest budget should anyone be interested in voting for me -

£50 Billion on Crack
£50 Billion on Jack Daniels
£50 Billion on E's & Whizz
£5.10p on the NHS
10p on the Police
Fuck all for Sure Start
Fuck all for Bwankers


I think this is change we can all belive in. Vote for me.

Its the right think to do.

AssEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!

Ron Broxted said...

My favourite is a gay song sung in the style of Flanders and Swan titled. "It much nicer up the arse." Beware the fake Ron Broxted, he is none other than the wanker that calls himself K.McEgan.

Ron Broxted said...

Good evening D.G.Haslam. Why does your image of leading academic Ron resemble one you kept from 2 years ago? Do you wish to share something? Who is "Andy" MacEgan?

Summer_Breeze said...

Just popped by, to wish you the very best of British for tomorrow O.H.
I decided against putting money on you to win because whenever I put money on a horse, it loses and I didn't want to jinx you.
I really hope that you win. Apologies again, for not being of any real help.

I shall be keeping everything crossed for you.

Go get 'em fella...



Good Luck!!!

E said...

OK, finished here.

Fat Beth said...

Leading academic McEgan fake broxted? Is that what they call someone who looked after the college canoes and claimed elsewhere he held a doctorate when all he holds in reality is his cock in one hand and a picture of George Clooney in the other.

RantinRab said...

Wishing you all the best for tomorrow, Holby.

Ron Broxted said...

I should warn you fake broxted or haslem that the photograph of me at the Gay Pride march that I am using for my avatar, now that you have copied my old one is subject to copyright. Should you attempt to copy or use it I will scratch your fucking eyes out you bitch.

J Demetriou said...

Well, what can I say. I think you're a bad old bastard, a shit bag and a dodgy fuck.

But...you've given this election thing a good shot, a real effort, and after all is said and done...I suppose I admire and respect you a bit for it.

Good luck Holby. Have a good one tomorrow and I hope you get your deposit back. Yours is a protest vote reasonably worthy (probably).

Regards

JD

sixtypoundsaweekcleaner said...

Well, Friday night
Has finally come around
And me and my baby gonna
Head for a spot we found

We're gonna forget our cares
And dance on into the night

Down at the club (down at the club)
Whoa, everything is out of sight
(Down at the club) down at the club
We're gonna say that it's all right

For two bits and a dollar
They've got a swinging show or you
Whoa, yes, they do
And the band won't quit
Til everybody tell them to

And when they place that slow dance
You can hold your baby tight

Down at the club (down at the club)
Whoa, everything is out of sight
(Down at the club) down at the club
We're gonna say that it's all right

Hey, they've got lots of pretty
Dancing girls for the fellows
But, oh, you better watch out
In case your baby get jealous

Now some people might like to sit
And watch a picture show
But if that's what your plans are
Don't ask me to go

Cause I'll be where the good times
Last til the early morning light

Down at the club (down at the club)
Whoa, everything is out of sight
(Down at the club) down at the club
They're gonna say that it's all right

It's all right (it's all right)
It's all right (it's all right)
It's all right (it's all right)

Let me tell you, it's all right....

Don't Give Up The Day Job said...

I'm gonna break out of the city
Leave the people here behind
Searching for adventure
It's the kind of life to find
Tired of doing day jobs
With no thanks for what I do
I know I must be someone
Now I'm gonna find out who

Why don't you ask them what they expect from you ?
Why don't you tell them what you're gonna do
You get so lonely, maybe it's better that way
It ain't you only, you got something to say
Do anything you wanna do
Do anything you wanna do

I don't need no politicians to tell me things I shouldn't be
Neither no opticians to tell me what I oughta see
No-one tells you nothing even when you know they know
They tell you what you should be
They don't like to see you grow

Why don't you ask them what they expect from you ?
Why don't you tell them what you're gonna do
You get so lonely, maybe it's better that way
It ain't you only, you got something to say
Do anything you wanna do
Do anything you wanna do


I'm gonna break out of the city
Leave the people here behind
Searching for adventure
It's the kind of life to find
Tired of doing day jobs
With no thanks for what I do
I know I must be someone
Now I'm gonna find out who

Why don't you ask them what they expect from you ?
Why don't you tell them what you're gonna do
You get so lonely, maybe it's better that way
It'ain't you only, you got something to say
Do anything you wanna do
Do anything you wanna do
Do anything you wanna do

Anonymous said...

Thugs spit on and group attack BNP candidate a former royal marine and gulf war vet, thugs wish they hadn't bothered.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-l9hSgQ6pMI&feature=player_embedded

Radio Free Britain said...

We wish you well O H, we will be keeping an eye out for the cambridge result when we are on air.

Anonymous said...

@Anonymous 00:12

That video is disgusting and heart-breaking to see british be set upon by pakis who shouldn't even been in our country :-(. I live in hope that if we kick the left out our country can start looking more like britain and less like africa/pakistan.

Good luck to O.H.

caesars wife said...

Hope theres no scuffles at your count OH and please post recording of post count address, Ill try and post somthing for a laugh after polls close .

For a nihlistic anthem perhaps the divison bell , but project OH is more kick ass in yer face politics.

Still got polling day to get through and home viewing event (probebely will stick with Dimbleby although Fawkes is doing some on ITV or sky)with either bottle of becks or bottle of champagne.

Its hard to comprehend how people like you and Fawkes changed everything , in 2007 it looked like labour and the ruin were going to put two fingers up and bring us to state marxism , ID cards , crinmal record for taking pictures , silencing anyone who opposed EU wonkness , we were living in a corrupt socialist nightmare , but then some people said we dont want this and started attacking the lies and contempt .

I hope we have saved somthing of why it matters to be free and not controlled by the state nutters , I hope we never see it again.

It still remains an interesting question why the bloggs did turn against the government and why it wasnt being attacked in parliament in the same forthright manner by those who should have seen how our freedoms were being twisted and degraded.

I still cant believe we have had a campaign which has not even had any details on the deficiet or gripped some of the real ecnomic problems , the standard governors of ecnomic theory have been spun into drivel.

weve had the fake appologies and the mock sincerity and some classic moments "I saved the world " " from Stalin to Mr Bean " , helicopter gate , Mcbride, draper and Weelan all polluting on the tax payer , Ed Davys fake lib dem abstention vote , Dan hannahs attack on the ruin , Mr speaker who was so corrupt he caused a 250yr event , the miracle of Magrahi cancer survival rate , and some fantsatic trougher stories , my favourite being Tony macnultys whose second home was actually nearer to westminster than his first. The sith tax payer funded gravy train and a whole host of other crimes against just basically being straight and doing the job properly for the good of the country.

we have been totally rodgered by labour and quite a few others .

Lets see how it turns out and enjoy the night see if we get any worthwhile scalps and tropheys !

the revolution may just be starting.

caesars wife said...

Just seen vid of assault , dont know what to say , broad daylight , I must ask eddie Izzard to go and see those yoofs with his hope not hate campaign , he could mention his promotion of his sexual orientation while hes there , and he can tell us all how multiculturism is really working so well and we can thank Labour yet again !

Biffo said...

Good to see those blokes getting a good kicking. Maybe they'll think before they spit next time. OH, polls are open - all the very, very best.

Anonymous said...

Good luck Old Holborn!

Its the time of year
Now that Spring is in the air
When those two wet gits with their girly curly hair
Make another song for moronic holidays
That nauseate-ate-ate
In a million different ways
From the shores of Spain
To the coast of Southern France
No matter where you hide
You just can't escape this dance

Hold a chicken in the air
Stick a deckchair up your nose
Buy a jumbo jet
And then bury all your clothes
Paint your left knee green
Then extract your wisdom teeth
Form a string quartet
And pretend your name is Keith

Skin yourself alive
Learn to speak Arapahoe
Climb inside a dog
And behead an eskimo
Eat a Renault Four with salami in your ears
Casserole your gran
Disembowel yourself with spears

The disco is vibrating
The sound is loud and grating
Its truly nauseating
Let's do the dance again

Hold a chicken in the air
Stick a deckchair up your nose
Yes you'll hear this song in the holiday discos
And there's no escape in the clubs or in the bars
You would hear this song if you holidayed in Mars

Skin yourself alive
Learn to speak Arapahoe
Climb inside a dog
And behead an eskimo
Now you've heard it once
Your brain will spring a leak
And though you hate this song
You'll be humming it for weeks

Hold a chicken in the air
Stick a deckchair up your nose
Buy a jumbo jet
And then bury all your clothes
La la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la laaaaaaa

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3vUVJsfG3eA

Dioclese said...

I hope I didn't start all this with my sing-a-long-a-voter postings!! Oh the shame of it!!

(http://dioclese.blogspot.com or put my name into YouTube search)

Reimer said...

Colleague reports that he and his partner have had their voting cards declined at their local polling station in inner city Manchester Gorton constituency (apparently because they had registered for postals in the LOCAL election). Call to Mcr town hall results in news that many such infractions have been reported at given station and that the supervising body in town hall will be contacting those running things at the front line.

Amusing Bunni said...

Good Luck, Old Holborn. It will be a doubly great day to get rid of snotty, and you get voted in!

PS: all the song lyrics were super.

Anonymous said...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-l9hSgQ6pMI&feature=player_embedded

This video has been removed due to terms of use violation.

Oddly enough its been removed .

Specky said...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPCO85TSVlA

Penetration
Don'y dictate


Penetrating voices going through my head
I haven't listened to a thing they said
Always they removed the answers
I won't suffer the consequences

Torn between the two
Right or wrong there is no answer
Don't tell me what to do
It's my choice I'm taking a chance yeah

Don't dictate
Don't dictate
Don't dictate
dictate to me

Anonymous said...

Rule No:1

NEVER, NEVER, particpate in "state" politics. Corruption is absolute.

Set fire to anything Flammable, Tories, NuLab, lid-dems, espcially state buildings, banks, etc etc.

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