Jukebox Head

Mentally press select

Unconsciously choose a song

Lyrics buzzing round my head

As I march against the throng

So many lyrics so many tunes

My synapses are confused

Why did that one appear now

Not the one I hoped to choose

Halfway through the first verse

I've no idea what comes next

Halfway through the middle eight

It all comes flooding back

My setlist seems a waste of time

Cos my lyrics I didn't bring

I thought they were all locked inside

I an't a clue what to sing

A moment later clear as mud

Spurred on by a bass drum thud

Everything comes rushing back

The gigs no longer out of whack

Jukebox Head what's going on

Deep inside my brain

Jukebox Head what's going on

I'm singing the wrong verse again

This One's for Joe

I was never much one for heroes

Putting folk up on a pedestal

I was never much one for icons

But one day in my life would see change

I jumped in a car with Dave and his dad

And headed from Norwich to London

A dark cold night in October '81

We were on our way to the Lyceum

The Clash were playing

Seven Nights in a row

We saved pocket money for tickets

And decided to go

Two Young Punks

With fire in our hearts

Joe and the boys

Blew us away from the start

A set based heavily on Sandinista

Sorry Joe,we were too young,we missed ya

When you played close by out in the sticks

In those hot summer days of '76

So we stood and watched the show

Mick,Paul,Topper and electric leg Joe

We finally got to see The Clash

Worth every penny of hard saved cash

This one's for Joe

And if I dare say so

On that cold night 29 years ago

Joe you became a hero

Three Fingernails

Complicit implicit in torture

Human rights abused excuses used

Kept in cages appalling conditions

Under the cover you call rendition

Your cloak and dagger policies

Dark,wrapped up in secrecy

Your constant lies,your denial

Locked away without a trial

What better way to force confession

Electricity,pliers,mind transgression

Tied,strapped to a waterboard

A fear of drowning,rest assured

Maybe there's a better way

To treat those accused of heinous crimes

I can't see that abuse and torture

Has any place in modern times

Three fingernails

Pulled one by one

Three fingernails

Our work is done

Fallen Hero

We shipped them out in their thousands

To the deep cold South Atlantic

The deaths and pain on both sides

Pointless,wasteful and frantic

We searched far and wide

For weapons of mass destruction

But it soon transpired

They were never under construction

Tony and George launched the war on terror

The special relationship's biggest error

Lives wasted buried in dust

Just who were we supposed to trust

We battle on in unjust war

I question what we are fighting for

For oil for wealth we'll never know

Or is it a case of 'We told you so'

Fallen Hero

Your glory days are over

Fallen Hero

Nobody recognises you

Just another face in the crowd

Define Punk Rock

Define Punk Rock

And I'll buy you a beer

For over 30 years I've wondered

What Punk rock is all about

For over 30 years I've wondered

Is it all about the scream and shout

Maybe Elvis and Bill Hailey

Kicked off Punk Rock

Maybe Bob Marley and Lee Perry

Kicked off Punk Rock

Maybe Afrika Bambaata

Was pure Punk Rock

Maybe the Clash and the Pistols

Were never Punk Rock

Maybe the back of a Guttermouth tshirt

Has defined Punk Rock

'A loud,fast and deliberately offensive form of Rock music'

It says in all it's screenprint glory

I think defining Punk Rock is an ongoing story

So I'm off to buy myself a beer