Really Acidic Nasty Taste had enough of capitalism
feels like we're stuck inside a prison
trying to escape by bending the wire
but all the time we set our own house on fire
gotta get out of the blinkered ways
head out of the sand, peer through the haze
what has been will never last
time to recycle a mistaken past
think you're too big to identify errors
so reinvent the nuclear terrors
just as a way of peddling your shit
to make a name for yourself and profit
a pity its all been done before
the paper stuff just creates a war
a war on this, a war on that
while the oligarchies are getting fat
topple the top and resurrect the bottom
as the pyramid of power has gotten rotten
with backhanders here, corrpution there
all the proletariat can do is muster a stare
since you made it clear we have no choice
except this little brother has found a voice
it may be a drop in an ocean big
it may be a sod that you'll never dig
it may be a seed that I'll never plant
it may be I seen what you never had
so I'll see you in hell where we'll count the days
when we peddled out shit and took all that pay
only caring about ourselves and what came next
and all the time we were just doing our best
sadly though our best wasn't great
founded on jealousy, selfishness, hate
the system we had created was falling down
and it was all we could do to hide the frown
for if we fool the masses the rest will follow
our media message, no matter that they're hollow
who cares what they read as long as it makes sense
but if it doesn't never mind as Joe Public is dense
dense as in unintelligent, never mind the numbers
they run around the planet in their lears and hummers
the private armies quietly running the world
the inner cognascenti watch their own flags unfurl
besides which my brother, you'll know them by sight
for they travel with the high wind and only at night
from dawn till dusk they'll always rule
from the cradle to the grave and inbetween the school
indocrinate, conform, pray and preach
just ensure you keep the real power out of their reach
for we don't wish the nobodies to gather a name
otherwise, if they realise, it'll be the end of our game. 4:39 AM 0 comments

  Untitled Once upon a time
I sat in a park
Not alone but with friends
So never in the dark
We lamented the loss
Of our childhood times
How we’d read all those books
Full of phat rhymes
We drank tea with both hands
As the cold was so bitter
But back in those days
We were, oh, so much fitter
The tea was Chinese
Beijing was the place
It was Christmas time then
(A break from the race)
We returned from that continent
With tales of hardship true
But never did quite lament
The loss that was ‘you’
For deep in our hearts we knew that we’d climbed
As many of those steps
That the Buddhist monks chimed
Though more were to come
You never do see
What’s round the corner
Your own reality
And this time I sit
Doing the same again
No longer a child
Somehow, ‘belonging’ to men!
But men are contrary
Like rocks wrapped in cotton
Feelings so hidden
Makes their cores so very rotten!
So this is why
A boy meets a girl
Then lives happily ever after
Till the end of the world!?!?!? 7:03 PM 0 comments

  Doctor Dim’s Christmas Message: Into the Unknown…and Beyond! Its that time of the year again when thoughts turn to friends, family and…well, aliens. Having just returned from a walk with the neighbour’s dog, staring up at the particularly clear night sky I was struck by the need to be communicating a message of desperation to our Universal neighbours. It seems like our planetary systems are grinding to a slow but steady halt yet we are unable to do much about it. One can only begin to then think that if we cannot solve our many ‘issues’ alone – as a species – then we need to turn to someone else for help. Since the Age of Reason began people turned towards nature to gain inspiration for their latest Scientific revelation. However, perhaps now we have exhausted that fine option and, if we are to undo the mess we have gotten ourselves into, then we need to find somewhere else to look for those ‘eureka’ moments. Whether or not we do actually have ‘secret’ alien technology already amongst us is debatable but what is certain is that we are currently spending a lot of time, money and effort looking for life outside of our own earthly sphere. My own contention is that, as noble as this pursuit may be from scientific perspective, what we actually should be doing is asking for help? Of course, we tend to think of ourselves – at least those testosterone fuelled ‘leaders’ do – as being the centre of our own Universe. Sad but true. We do not like to be told that we have screwed everything up and that The End is Nigh. Tough doggy do. We are running out of people to blame now. First it was the Capitalists who’d got things wrong. Then it was the bankers who’d somehow led us down a blind alley. Currently we are looking at each other – witness the current French/UK spat (plus endless others around the world) – and attempting to incriminate the ‘other side’ as we retreat, pull up our national draw bridges and somehow do a u-turn on the very central thesis of our ‘progressive’ globalisation agenda. For me that whole ‘blame game’ is simply a waste of time and energy. It is an extremely destructive force amongst humanity. Is it time to admit that we cannot ‘run’ this world ourselves perhaps; that we need some ‘outside’ help? It shouldn’t be too difficult to construct a ‘probe’ of some description, be it an energy particle beam or a physical spaceship, to jettison a request for help to the depths of the Universe. We seem to think we have found other Earth-like planets now. Could we not place a message in a bottle, so to speak, and say we’re struggling to get things right on our own globe? Maybe our message would go unheeded: ‘why should we help them when they can’t even help themselves?’ our local alien cousins may feel. Undoubtedly we are at a real crossroads now, many people are realising this yet even more are unprepared to do much about it. Perhaps time has simply run out for our species and this planet in general. The party never lasts forever after all. Meanwhile I’ll be the ‘whacky’ one, sitting on the dark hillside shining lights up at the stars in the vein hope that a passing spaceship catches a glimpse of my laser beam and comes a little closer to investigate…If I do make contact then I won’t be looking to blame anyone at all, I can promise you that. What I will be doing though is pleading with the visitors to help us sort our mess out, to get our home in order. That is assuming that the aliens have their own home in order. Or perhaps chaos is just the natural state of the Universe? Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. DD. 10:34 PM 0 comments

  20th Century Cooperative Techniques 1:16 AM 0 comments

  Durban Turban So, there's this bigga wigga meetin in a d horn o africa
They no know what they doin so we all a comin after y
We got a message or two to help y do what y do
First
Be cool, forget your blinkers - that rationality belongs to d thinkers
Second
Feel, be real - phone up y brethren and kick up some stinkers
Third
Have fun - OK it all be serious but don't forget t visit d drinkers!
Fourth
Come together - separation belongs in the past: wanna be d last?
Fifth
Chill - forget d stress for it make y ill.

And wiv regard to d blame game.
India, China, U$ - who cares? Forget the fixed glaze stare!
U human? So we. So dem. We all in dis togever. Forver and ever..?

Finally, a simples message for those wiv no time.
Clean up d grime. Your shit. Use wit!

Peace Out.

DD. 5:04 PM 0 comments

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4:12 PM 0 comments

  Set The House Ablaze I was in the pub last night
A mutual friend of ours said
He'd seen you in the uniform
Yeah the leather belt looks manly
The black boots butch
But oh what a bastard to get off

Promises, promises
They offer real solutions
But hatred has never won for long

You was so open minded
But by someone blinded
And now your sign says closed.

Promises, promises
They offer real solutions
But hatred has never won for long

I think we've lost our perception -
I think we've lost sight of the goals we should
be working for
I think we've lost our reason
We stumble blindly and that vision must be restored!

I wish that there was something
I could do about it
I wish that there was some way
I could try to fight it
Scream and shout it -

But something you said set the house ablaze!

It is called indoctrination
And it happens on all levels
But it has nothing to do with equality
It has nothing to do with democracy
And though it professes to
It has nothing to do with humanity
It is cold, hard and mechanical.

(c) Paul Weller, 1980. 11:42 PM 0 comments