Thee free?

Is this thee drugs? Is this thee me? Am E really really, really thee free? No time to waste, E am on my knees, gotta get on with chasing my dreams, life in a hole feeling unclean, lucks all on hold but E flow down thee stream, it’s all too much if you know what E mean, as we hold on so tightly and cry anarchy. Memories ov walking, ghost through thee day, fighting thee spiral downward away, head locked in a chasm numb and confused, keep playing thee game by changing thee rules, life on a barbwire tightrope ov love, trying to get by on never enough, pushing and shoving it’s almost obscene, as we hold on so tightly and cry anarchy. Will we burn in thee fire or drown in thee rain? Do we let out our secrets or hide them away, do we hate? Do we cherish our spirit ov hope? Can we dance in thee storm, take thee power and cope? We are one in a million ov fish in thee sea, but our place is together like it’s always been, as we spend too much time being our own worst enemy, as we hold on so tightly and cry anarchy, is this thee drugs? Is this thee me? Are we really really, really really thee free? (07/10/97)

Working class resignation

E have had enough ov all this shit, with you E would rather not exist, my brain is dead E cannot smile, you don’t fit in with my lifestyle, E hate it here, E am sick ov this, E think ov all thee time E have missed, E am feeling trapped, E am not myself, being employed aint no good for my health, E don’t know what E wanna do but E know that it aint this, you treat me like E am fucking dumb well my arse is yours to kiss, E don’t take no shit from age old cunts E don’t bow before your class, well you know what you can do with your fucking job, you can stuff it up your arse! E don’t wanna work for no capitalist, E will answer back with a clenched fist, E am bored, E am bored with nothing to do, can you feel my hatred coming through? You’re so stupid with your regulations but it’s a no-hope situation, E am an anarchist to all your rules, and E will never be your fucking fool, boredom breeds revolution, revolution breeds violence, violence breeds change. (1990)

"Thee gypsies from all points of thee compass they come, converging out ov thee darkness into thee region ov light"-David Littlejohn