Saturday 14 November 2009

.. found a book on how to be invisible

I found a book on how to be invisible
Take a pinch of keyhole
And fold yourself up
You cut along a dotted line
You think inside out
And you're invisible





Eye of Braille
Hem of anorak
Stem of wallflower
Hair of doormat
I found a book on how to be invisible
On the edge of the labyrinth
Under a veil you must never lift
Pages that you must never turn
In the labyrinth
You stand in front of a million doors
And each one holds a million more
Corridors that lead to the world
Of the invisible
Corridors that twist and turn
Corridors that blister and burn
Eye of Braille
Hem of anorak
Stem of wallflower
Hair of doormat
Is that the wind from the desert song?
Is that the autumn leaf falling?
Or is that you walking home?
Is that the wind from the desert song?
Is that the autumn leaf falling?
Or is that you walking home?
Is that a storm in the swimming pool?
You take a pinch of keyhole
And fold yourself up
You cut along a dotted line
You think inside out
You jump 'round three times
You jump into the mirror
And you're invisible

Friday 13 November 2009

Sultans of Swing

You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring


You step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town
You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing
And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
The don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans played Creole
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home'
and he makes it fast whith one more thing
'We are the Sultans of Swing'

Thursday 12 November 2009

Sit! Roll over! Beg! .....Say Lisbon, Blair,

......that's a good boy. Now get back in your box, and be thankful for what you've got or you'll have nothing at all.
"Can he say NAMA?"
No, too difficult for him to understand.

To avoid nationalizing the banks the Irish government today created a BAD BANK: NAMA (National Asset Management Agency) - effectively a LAW - where the rich (INVESTORS) have been allowed to dump all their Bad debt -so far - at a cost of 80 billion to the tax payer. The government paid 80 billion for the bad debt, but who knows perhaps it is only worth half that, and half again, and little at all if it can’t be sold. It’s think it is not worth the paper it’s written on, and the new law is proof of that. The most frightening thing about NAMA is it could become the future dump for bad (speculation) debt with the tax-payer picking up the tab for ever. O ys the amendments: the whistle blowers, and such: there were 37 amendments, only 11 discussed for 86 hours in the Dáil and 36 hours in the Seanad
You can see this as a serious affair.
I read: that NAMA would not be recorded as part of general Government debt in the national accounts. So they can pretend the country hasn’t gone bankrupt (well it hasn’t) only its people have. Who cares how they have to survive on the cuts in welfare, child benefit, pension, health, education, and ……….. “Get a job,” coming to you as soon as we can.
I’m sick to my stomach to think of such a ruse - in the 21 century – to defraud people. If ever a revolution was in order it’s now.

Jimmy Cliff


Many rivers to cross
But I can't seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost
As I travel along the white cliffs of dover

Many rivers to cross
And it's only my will that keeps me alive
I've been licked, washed up for years
And I merely survive because of my pride
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's such a drag to be on your own
My woman left me and she didn't say why
Well, I guess I'll have to cry
Many rivers to cross
But just where to begin I'm playing for time
There have been times I find myself
Thinking of committing some dreadful crime
Yes, I've got many rivers to cross
But I can't seem to find my way over
Wandering, I am lost
As I travel along the white cliffs of Dover
Yes, I've got many rivers to cross
And I merely survive because of my will...

Tuesday 10 November 2009

Blue Elton John

What I got to do to make you love me?
What I got to do to make you care?
What do I do when lightning strikes me?
And I wake to find that you're not there?



What I got to do to make you want me?
What I got to do to be heard?
What do I say when it's all over?
Sorry seems to be the hardest word.
It's sad, so sad
It's a sad, sad situation.
And it's getting more and more absurd.
It's sad, so sad
Why can't we talk it over?
Oh it seems to me
That sorry seems to be the hardest word.
What do I do to make you want me?
What I got to do to be heard?
What do I say when it's all over?
Sorry seems to be the hardest word.
It's sad, so sad
It's a sad, sad situation.
And it's getting more and more absurd.
It's sad, so sad
Why can't we talk it over?
Oh it seems to me
That sorry seems to be the hardest word.
Yeh. Sorry
What I got to do to make you love me?
What I got to do to be heard?
What do I do when lightning strikes me?
What have I got to do?
What have I got to do?
When sorry seems to be the hardest word.

Daddy's Gone ....


Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snapshot in the family album
Daddy, what else did you leave for me
Daddy, “whatcha” (what did you) leave behind for me?





All in all it was all just bricks in the wall
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall

Sunday 8 November 2009

is having another Masive Attack


You are my angel
Come from way above
To bring me love

Her eyes
She's on the dark side
Neutralize
Every man in sight

To love you, love you, love you ...

You are my angel
Come from way above

To love you, love you, love you ...