With roaring engines and screeching of tyres
We go in a car, heading for the town
We’ll find a bar, our sorrows we will drown
While inside excitement burns in fires
We drive through town, bright neon lights flash past
Loud guitars pump on the car stereo
Eating chocolate we go with the flow
The night is so young so lets make it last
Five days of hard work has come to an end
So lets grasp freedom with our own two hands
No more assignments, no more boss’ demands
To our stomachs lots of beer we will send
So lets go drink and be merry. Why wait?
The week is over so lets celebrate
17th March 2003
Monday, March 17, 2003
Saturday morning
The sun comes slowly from behind the hills
Heralding a bright new day beginning
Everywhere the sun rays reach, touch and fill
But sadly no nobody is noticing
They’re still asleep, sheets pulled over their heads
Or they’re playing on a sports field somewhere
Or they’re outside, tending their flower beds
Or they’re shopping, spending without a care
And while cartoons are on my TV
Sharing the space with music videos
I play my computer games happily
Because the house is quiet. No one knows
Such a morning is grasped in different ways
It only comes once every seven days
17th March 2003
Heralding a bright new day beginning
Everywhere the sun rays reach, touch and fill
But sadly no nobody is noticing
They’re still asleep, sheets pulled over their heads
Or they’re playing on a sports field somewhere
Or they’re outside, tending their flower beds
Or they’re shopping, spending without a care
And while cartoons are on my TV
Sharing the space with music videos
I play my computer games happily
Because the house is quiet. No one knows
Such a morning is grasped in different ways
It only comes once every seven days
17th March 2003
Monday, March 3, 2003
Kill all hippies
See that nob kicking that hippy over there?
He says hippies are scum who deserve it
And all the concepts of peace are shit
But I can tell you why we should all care
I know the nob. I see him all the time
He ignores his parents and he skips school
He thinks defying rules make him real cool
But he’s a tosser in these eyes of mine
You see, the hippy came way before him
He defied many of the rules of old
He didn’t listen when of war he was told
Those days are gone but still his message sings
The nob is kicking his predecessor
A fact he is blind to - nor does he care
3rd March 2003
He says hippies are scum who deserve it
And all the concepts of peace are shit
But I can tell you why we should all care
I know the nob. I see him all the time
He ignores his parents and he skips school
He thinks defying rules make him real cool
But he’s a tosser in these eyes of mine
You see, the hippy came way before him
He defied many of the rules of old
He didn’t listen when of war he was told
Those days are gone but still his message sings
The nob is kicking his predecessor
A fact he is blind to - nor does he care
3rd March 2003
When I grow old
The day is coming when I will grow old
My brain will fail and my skin will age
I’ll be trapped in a never-changing cage
And my flesh and blood begin to go cold
But I have tools for when old age arrives
A Why follow rules? ideal I’ll apply
If it works for kids, It’ll work for I
With this perspective, I will survive
And there’s the betrayal of my offspring
Who went and shunned me away behind walls
They will see and be embarrassed, appalled.
And there’s no revenge more satisfying
Old age may grasp me in a grip so tight
But I’m not going down without a fight!
3rd March 2003
My brain will fail and my skin will age
I’ll be trapped in a never-changing cage
And my flesh and blood begin to go cold
But I have tools for when old age arrives
A Why follow rules? ideal I’ll apply
If it works for kids, It’ll work for I
With this perspective, I will survive
And there’s the betrayal of my offspring
Who went and shunned me away behind walls
They will see and be embarrassed, appalled.
And there’s no revenge more satisfying
Old age may grasp me in a grip so tight
But I’m not going down without a fight!
3rd March 2003
Thursday, February 20, 2003
Countdown to war
Paranoia keeps the red blood flowing
So that destructive bombs can keep falling
Money keeps the corporations growing
To the people our leaders aren’t listening
Greed makes sure arms keep manufacturing
Towards a blind goal all keep marching
While the news media keep on lying
And thus nobody knows who we’re fighting
So much money goes into weapon making
Whilst many poor children are left starving
Minority groups we keep on blaming
Whilst welfare is left with zero funding
All concepts of peace are out the window
Closer to Hell we continue to go
20th February 2003
So that destructive bombs can keep falling
Money keeps the corporations growing
To the people our leaders aren’t listening
Greed makes sure arms keep manufacturing
Towards a blind goal all keep marching
While the news media keep on lying
And thus nobody knows who we’re fighting
So much money goes into weapon making
Whilst many poor children are left starving
Minority groups we keep on blaming
Whilst welfare is left with zero funding
All concepts of peace are out the window
Closer to Hell we continue to go
20th February 2003
I’m stuck on an island and I can’t get off it
Lost long in time for forty thousand years
A land of deserts and eternal sun
Tucked away in a corner, seen by none
This ancient land is full of dreams and fears
But does the rest of the world even care?
Shunned by a ruler we will never see
Perceived by the rest as a mockery
Progress is going completely nowhere
Isolated, forgotten by the world
I will walk this land on an empty road
The river of time continues to flow
Into dust ancestral blood has been hurled
I will keep on walking day after day
Until rivers of time sweep me away
20th February 2003
A land of deserts and eternal sun
Tucked away in a corner, seen by none
This ancient land is full of dreams and fears
But does the rest of the world even care?
Shunned by a ruler we will never see
Perceived by the rest as a mockery
Progress is going completely nowhere
Isolated, forgotten by the world
I will walk this land on an empty road
The river of time continues to flow
Into dust ancestral blood has been hurled
I will keep on walking day after day
Until rivers of time sweep me away
20th February 2003
Monday, February 17, 2003
Walking the Beat
I will devote myself to helping others
I know I am putting my life on line
For I understand there’ll come a time
When I will provide protective covers
I will represent order - tough but fair
Become an icon of security
I will keep the peace in this big city
When a cry for help comes, I will be there
Kids will see me and they will loudly cheer
Because I am brave. I am kind and strong
I will help out those kids when things go wrong
With me nearby they have nothing to fear
I will keep the peace and accept no thanks
This is my choice, I want to join the ranks
17th February 2003
I know I am putting my life on line
For I understand there’ll come a time
When I will provide protective covers
I will represent order - tough but fair
Become an icon of security
I will keep the peace in this big city
When a cry for help comes, I will be there
Kids will see me and they will loudly cheer
Because I am brave. I am kind and strong
I will help out those kids when things go wrong
With me nearby they have nothing to fear
I will keep the peace and accept no thanks
This is my choice, I want to join the ranks
17th February 2003
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