The Flying Squad (RHCP Suck my kiss cover)

Check out The Flying Squad in rehearsal...

The Apples - The Power

Breathe

I got the blues again today
I got the blues again today
Maybe if I hold my breath I could save oxygen

I got lost again today
I got lost again today
In visions of dreams that I'd had of you yesterday

They killed a man today
They killed a man today
Upon a cross up on a hill so very faraway

I got saved again today
I got saved again today
Loose talk may take the lives of many innocent men

I got loved again today
I got loved again today
Somehow it's not enough to wash the sorrow away

I found peace again today
I found peace again today
Storm clouds had reigned and left this soul in disarray

I can breathe again today...

Bottleneck Slide

I saw you in the gutter and I heard you mutter that you'd had your stomach pumped four times already this week. The night nurse that saved you, well, she really was an angel who you said would never label you an alcoholic bum, trash or scum. And even when your bile, so terribly defiled, stained your thin-lipped grin - she'd wipe you down and cut you a line just so you could get on your feet to sing. Well, you'll never be a saint and you may never be great but you've got a tune inside and a bottleneck slide just to give you a little peace of mind. So, if the sun don't shine and you're rotting inside you know you might find salvation, in a gutter, with a bottle at your side... bottleneck slide.

TAJ MAHAL & RY COODER - By & By (Poor Me)

Pierre-Joseph Proudhon

A Mile To Go

Do you remember when Pepper said he knew a man who killed himself behind his shed because he couldn't go on living a life that had gone so wrong; and do you recall those times just writing rhymes because we had nothing much better to do, or the day we two fought with fists that thumped and words that swerved then seared and burned the love we had because it was true? Time stopped then but no mourners came to weep over shredded northern souls. And although broken hearts still beat in time and wide clear eyes still shine with the madness which is deep inside we have changed, as well we might, and travelled across space and time.

Death May Occur

Their gold's turned to rust
Blown away in the dust
For love letters read at dawn
Mean nothing to those that fall
And as we slip they slide
Beyond the bell-shaped curve...

Mr Tooting Brown - Hovercraft (UK)

The True Story Of Hovercraft: The Movie

The Flying Squad - Mission Re-Position

Uhmmm

I often think and don't do as opposed to doing and not thinking, sometimes I think and then do and on occasion I'll do and then have to identify a somewhat reasonable explanation for my idiocy.

The Event

I saw an angel once... a real one... many years ago. It appeared in a shimmering white light and had proper wings and everything. It was just as you'd imagine from descriptions of them, or as you may have seen from illustrations, and was watching over a mate of mine who was sat, asleep, in an armchair. It was a rather beautiful and touching scene.

The room was inhabited by several others, some awake and some sleeping. If any of those present witnessed our visitor none have ever said anything to me about it. Maybe they feared being ridiculed or maybe they didn't believe their eyes, maybe it was a vision for my eyes only. As it was, it took me a few years to mention it to my mate and he appeared to fully accept what I said I'd seen. He certainly didn't look at me as if I was stark raving mad and he didn't run screaming into the street, in fact he appeared more than a little pleased...

I admit, I wasn't exactly sober at the time of the event, nor was I free from narcotics - I'd been smoking opium that particular evening. Nevertheless, hallucination or not, I often think back to that moment and it gives me great comfort to think that something so wonderful is looking after him.

Everything Is Broken

"Society is broken" says King Cameron; indeed, he deems it "sick" - a simplistic statement from a simpleton.

I presume from his recent banter on all things societal we're going to have to suffer, yet again, endless debates on bringing back National Service, the hangman, the guillotine, transportation, the Divine Right of Kings, public flogging, corporal punishment, the "short, sharp, shock", Borstals, the ducking stool and chinese burns.

No doubt notions of providing cops with guns (as if they don't carry them already), reimplementing the "Sus Laws" (as if they were ever removed), prohibiting public protest (as if they don't have laws to deal with them already) and banning strikes (as if they haven't tried their hardest to do so since Maggie wore the crown) will emerge.

The idea of people being able to voice an opinion, other than that of their lords and masters, will be frowned upon and the ills of society will be firmly blamed on the poor, the ill-educated, single-parent families, the unemployed, youth, absent fathers and immigrants. It will have nothing to do with corrupt and deceitful politicians, one-dimensional policy makers, thieving bankers, criminal media moguls, heavy-handed policing, consumer culture or lack of resources for communities suffering desperate poverty and swathing cuts to much-needed social and community services. Divide and conquer has been and will remain the mantra of the ruling elite.

Me? I'm just reading Max Weber, you should try him. He's very good: "The impulse to acquisition, pursuit of gain, of money, of the greatest possible amount of money, has in itself nothing to do with capitalism. This impulse exists and has existed among waiters, physicians, coachmen, artists, prostitutes, dishonest officials, soldiers, nobles, crusaders, gamblers, and beggars. One may say that it has been common to all sorts and conditions of men at all times and in all countries of the earth, wherever the objective possibility of it is or has been given. It should be taught in the kindergarten of cultural history that this naïve idea of capitalism must be given up once and for all." (Max Weber, The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism).

University Of Life

I've recently been informed that my life is to change beyond all recognition. It's not the first time I've had to radically rethink how change may affect my day to day routine or, indeed, affect my overall outlook on life and the values by which I lead it. However, this happening will be the most enormous change in my own personal circumstances that I've ever had to face. I know I'm not alone, millions of people experience this seismic but joyful shift everyday; and most of them cope incredibly well - I hope I do too.

The Clash - English Civil War live

The Black Keys- Sinister Kid

All That Jazz

Pinx was in no fit state, the rest of the guys were similarly indisposed as The Stone Roses’ Fools Gold pumped out of the living room’s hi-fi. Nasty prowled, all he wanted to do was play some rock ‘n’ roll. He’d find little or no satisfaction today.

Tins of Special Brew and Force Ten, empty and semi-drained, lay scattered about the place – spastically-embraced by consumed litre bottles of White Lightning. The paraphernalia of the habitual drug user littered the coffee-stained table: Reefer skins and roaches afloat ripped cigarettes and loose tobacco, noggins of squidgy black, overflowing ashtrays, a Bible, two dismembered Clipper lighters, a bong fashioned from a plastic bottle and a small plastic bag which, until recently, had contained poorly cut amphetamine.

Evidence of the absent Boozy Bill’s contribution to the night’s festivities flickered on the screen of the TV set. The pirated bluey, The Bitchbikers Guide To Hardcore Lesbian Cowgirls – a mouthful of a title if there ever was one – radiated into the room. Belvoir-Hunter, seemingly in a state of semi-consciousness, appeared hypnotised by the writhing, moaning orgy of extreme close-up coupling taking place before his barely open bloodshot eyes. 

Shimble stirred, momentarily. Cocooned upon the sofa, beneath duvet, cushions and blankets, he murmured, “you cunt, he’s gone...”

Illusions

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