Archive for February, 2010

Orchestrated Violence

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 24, 2010 by Jonny Voices

Orchestra plays with I engaged as conductor
A fist wound with anger and vengeance and rupture
Round this sweet stick held aloft to the sky
To dance with the devil’s callow orchestra I.

My wand comes a crashing with symbols and screams
At the war of my waving and tearing of dreams
Crescendo are willing weary but strong
Waging this war of the waltz so long.

Deny thy sweet note and forsake thy shrill aim
Percussion brings rhythm noise and aggression the same
To force out sweet horns from homes and abode
Gentle strings unwilling are swept through the road.

Swathing through bodies acoustically dreamt
With my wand of loose morals twisted and bent
Cleansing a march directing I see
With bitter-sweet vocals raging at me.

Scream scream fat lady with all you can spare
I rule with wand clenched fist passion and flare
Through director approach you must all abide
Through enforcement and power you all must now hide.

Lyrics I dream at place my grand scheme
Children new notes so early I preen
Gather them with furious hatred to strike
Rumble young notes frustration and fury alike.

Bringing precise control over my band
Each has learnt the supreme example I am
And each must now know where never to tread
For each has seen what horrors my wand may embed.

So fight for me sounds to dampen all other
Rise up a machine stand against him your brother
So fight for those that take splendour amongst you
orchestra spare no thought for what may become you.

Bleed for I conductor director and king
Bleed for decrees promises freedom and sin
Rise up machine and sacrifice kin for all night
Lay down dear orchestra, break ranks the third reich.

Horns adorn the streets oh once more
And strings fear never the knock of your door
Percussion more melody let go the word die
If only not arbeit but musick macht frei.

Vile Tongue

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 24, 2010 by Jonny Voices

Vile are the lies
From government lips,
Their evil quotes
And sadistic quips,
Vile is the state
You’ve left me in,
Unable to afford
The innocent sin,
Vile is the ruin
Our once great land,
Driving stout patriots
To new shores and sand,
Vile is the control
In which we’re locked,
Disallowed freedom
Till your gun is cocked,
Vile is the time,
Mine you take,
Your greed consumes
Your lust to slake,
Vile is the point
That became unclear,
Only laid dying
Can I now hear,
Vile is the dignity,
I was deprived,
Naught for money
I had survived,
Vile is my poverty
A gift of your’s,
Cast down confused
These weary laws,
Vile is the legacy
Forged by force,
At my expense,
But of course,
Vile is your contempt,
As loyal subject
My life decaying
From your neglect,
Vile are your rules
Never twice the same,
Explained to foreigners
Behind my shame,
Vile is your crime
With tax i fund,
Yet i commit naught
And still i’m shunned,
Vile all you are,
One and last,
These new mistakes,
Once were past.
Vile is the sight,
when the old die young,
For young know fear
Of your vile tongue

Armed and Dangerous

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 24, 2010 by Jonny Voices

I see the government lies like a gun upon my table

Politicians like bullets that make my gun be able,

Society will aim you cleanly at my face

Religion makes me pull the trigger when faced with my disgrace,

A thousand random strangers pass me as I’m bleeding

Spit or kick at me or ignore me like I’m sleeping,

Law wont protect he who’ll choose to guard himself

And hospitals change the rules regardless of your health,

The point I’m trying to make here using only 10 lines or less

Is don’t support authority as it’ll drive you to your deaths.

The Majority Love Song

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on February 19, 2010 by Jonny Voices

They say,

Tomorrow is another day,

But they don’t know

What happened yesterday,

One week,

Tears on a lonely cheek

Pain in your heart

Regrets on your tired feet,

A moons pass,

Memories that never last

Crying through bedroom walls

You can’t forget the past,

I’m one of a kind

No two the same

One cries in anger

The other in shame,

My hearts bleeding dry

I don’t want to remain

And I can’t live alone

Coz I’ll die from this pain,

When i die,

I wont tell you why

My solace regrets

Things I cannot deny,

And my pain is your pain,

My fears are your fears,

All my dreams have died now,

Except in your tears.

I live in your tears.

Long Live Liam Gallagher

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 18, 2010 by Jonny Voices

Maybe Liam’s right

And we’ll all live forever

Coz there sure ain’t no

Fucking Rock n Roll heaven,

And maybe Liam’s right

And we’re all here to have it,

Drink and drugs and Rock an Roll

And every other habit,

And parties that go on for days

And vacant looks and feeling glazed,

Live in life and fuck in hell

And raise the roof and do it well

Fuck the thoughts and shouts of press

While keeping up with civil unrest,

Coz he fights like a tiger

And he roars like a lion

And every day’s his last

Coz he don’t believe in dying,

And if the world had ended

And society had fallen

And Liam was the last alive

You know he’ll still be calling

For you to fucking have it

Let the human song endeavour

Coz the singers with the greatest words

Will always live forever,

And a day,

Another day that’s not today.

Am I Angry?

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 15, 2010 by Jonny Voices

Am I angry about anything?

You fucking bet

Encroaching on your liberties

Or oppression in Tibet,

Smarmy politicians

Lying to your face

Denial of all other life

Living out in space,

The stigma of all binge drinkers

Bankers, think tank thinkers

War, recession, copious tax

Talk of job and pay cut backs,

Job markets and depressing views

Also “Party political news”

Maniacal malaise, misconduct

No small wonder we feel fucked,

Hoodies, chavs and petty crime

Judges, murderers who do no time,

And the biggest crims we see walk free

As Mandy fucks university,

Hours I waste and the hours I wont

Weeks I sleep and the months I don’t,

Metaphors for my bleeding heart

Whores and lovers worlds apart,

Religion, power, money and greed

Taxation on the legal weed,

The cost of fuel, the price of living

Fuck you if I’m unforgiving,

I’ll take my chance and I’ll say it proud,

Fuck you cunt and your fucking crowd.

Em Emily

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 14, 2010 by Jonny Voices

Em Emily Em so pretty

Em so smart Em so witty

You fitty you dreamer

Me voyeur you screamer,

Disbeliever child of nature

First love school girl and painter,

Blues brother for soul sister

Edge the bed can’t resist her,

Blond platinum bombshell bikini

Killer death to dreams and the dreamy

Rapist of hope and light and lust

Defiler destroyer player or bust,

Friend and faithful you shunted me

Fucked with him and cunted me

Kicked me bit me licked me up

I couldn’t call you school girl slut,

I couldn’t dare or think or paint

I worshipped you as evil saint,

And tormented, twisted and burning

Egg of Lilith Adam is yearning

Reaching tearing crying screaming

99 years of lucid dreaming,

Of toe sucking and curling regrets

Of heart wrenching and losing on bets,

Of tossing and turning and vomit and sickness

Adolescent denial and desperate thickness,

And till the next love came along

I praised you Em, for being my one.

Banksy Doesn’t Like Me

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on February 9, 2010 by Jonny Voices

Banksy doesn’t like me

He told me so on twitter,

And all of a sudden

My world has got much shitter,

I know the faux celebrity

Is a trouble that is growing ,

But thanks for your honesty

To say this blog is blowing,

He beats you other websters

That comment with a plus,

Blowing smoke up our asses

Or screaming out a cuss,

I don’t need recognition

Don’t affirm my views,

This shit is my opinion

And expressed as my big news,

Bad Boys Evil ploys

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 9, 2010 by Jonny Voices

For fucking years we’ve called them pigs

Spat at cars and gave snide digs,

The radicals gave them fuck

And Irish armies blew them up,

The blacks in Brixton beat them blue

Steeled themselves when they heard woo woo,

The football boys, the firms and thugs

Make them get their shields and clubs,

And my mates who smoke some blow

Get harassed by the cops they know,

And all the while those M.P nuts

Praised them for their work and guts,

And while the most protect and serve

And they’re all good now, take my word,

There are ones who are fucking bent

And up the river they should be sent,

I’m thinking of that slimy cunt

Ali Dezaei, the metro runt,

An Iranian muslim home office dream

Allegedly loved cash, whores and green,

In 2k op helios came along

But 2k3 said he’d done no wrong,

But in 2010 we now discover

He really was a nasty mother,

For all the charges that hadn’t stuck

And all his lawyers, they meant fuck,

And now this nasty criminal nark

Has got 4 years for his crazy lark,

Misconduct, perverting justice

But there were many who never trusted,

But now this copper is safe in nick

And we just have to worry about the next bent dick.

Bad Education Good Whore

Posted in Jonny Voices, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 8, 2010 by Jonny Voices

Thanks to internet dating

Or the music in the club,

I could never find a woman

For a sexy quick old rub,

And now we got equality

And women have a vote,

I’m just fucking frowned upon

you dirty pervert scrote,

And all the girls at work

Will avoid me like the mumps,

Coz I’m a miserable bastard

Arrogant bearded cunt,

And when it comes to sex

If I don’t want fat and rough,

I gotta pay some money

For a stunnin bit of muff,

But thanks to dear old labour

All the hotties are now jobless,

And maybe a few quid

Will quickly get them topless,

The uni’s sure wont have them

But you know I fucking will,

Cos 50 pounds an hour

Can buy some cheap old thrill,

You say she looks respectable

When she’s drinking in your town,

But I gave her money for her drinks

When she was going down,

So if your daughter lives alone

How’s she pay the rent,

Single bedroom for incalls

Prostitutional intent,

How’s your girlfriend feeling

Her education’s poor,

Her career path is McDonald’s

Or she could become a whore,

£4.83 an hour

From 18 till 21,

Or 100 and hour

For sucking on my dong,

I find it all ironic

That the government hates whores,

But pushes more and more of them

To work behind closed doors,

They refuse to give out options

To so many of the young,

So some of them have dead-end jobs

But most of them have none,

Some of them have kids

Cos the government pays their way,

Some become beauticians

For fucking lousy pay,

Some will work for nothing

And some will work in shops,

But more so now than ever

Some will work with cocks,

So if your child is precious

And you want to give the best,

And stop old men paying

To suck upon her chest,

you better make your government

Fund more Universities,

So places aren’t like gold dust

And your girls get off their knees.