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Side A - I Still Hate Thatcher
Modern politicians are faceless drones
With very few obvious redeeming features
Insipid civil servile test tube clones
Slithering around like spineless creatures
The blurred definitions of right and left
Only serve to smudge the party lines
Absurd grey robots ideologically bereft
Make me hanker after harsher times
I despise George Bush, I never trusted Blair
When it comes to David Cameron, I’m a little bit scared
But I still fuckin' hate Thatcher
I still fuckin' hate Thatcher
Thatcher wants a state funeral,
With a twenty-one gun salute
So you bring yours and I'll bring mine,
Tucked inside a mourning suit
A bus load of musicians,
Will be lining up to play
To entertain the millions,
Who’ll be dancing on her grave
I despise George Bush, I never trusted Blair
When it comes to David Cameron, be a little bit scared
But I still fuckin' hate Thatcher
I still fuckin' hate Thatcher
For the Unions, the squaddies and the unemployed
For all the lives that bitch destroyed
For all the souls she bought and sold
The miners left out in the cold
Close communities torn asunder
All the people she had murdered
All the victims of corporate greed
Prisoners of conscience never freed
For all she did and all she said
We should all rejoice when Thatcher’s dead
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Sing A Happy Song
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Side B - Sing A Happy Song
I’ve been asked to write a happy song
To make you smile, maybe sing along
Uplifting words to get you through the day
To drive your feelings of despair away
So I’ve tried to write a happy tune
To raise your mood despite the gloom
Paint pity pictures in your mind
To help you leave the world behind
A simple, cheerful ditty for the ears
The message is banal but always clear
That nothing nasty ever comes to pass
Through rose tinted shatter-proof glass
A joyous celebration of this life
Where everything is nearly always nice
Prejudice & hatred have no place
If you wear your regulation happy face
Nothing here to fear or cause alarm
No one wants to wish you any harm
Hypnotic beats to keep you in the pink
Dancing means you do not have to think
So I’ve tried to write a jolly song
To kill the demons, right the wrongs
Words and pictures help disguise
Pain & sorrow behind your eyes
Yes I’ve tried to write a happy song
It’s not hard but something’s wrong
I feel as though I’m cheating myself
Leave the happy songs to someone else
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Andy T. Todmorden, UK
Anarcho-Punk Poet/Artist. Released material on Crass Records over 30 years ago. Still writing, performing and recording on the newly re-activated All The Madmen Records.
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