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Propaganda Machine

Posted in Jonny Voices, Musings, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 2, 2010 by Jonny Voices

The propaganda machine speeds on relentless

And we can’t do a damn thing to prevent this,

We sit down and take in the lies we all read,

But don’t hear of the tyrant’s or their filthy greed,

Of editors and columnists, of readers and of men

Fearful of the world reported not the world we ken,

Here we sit and dwell till poverty gives abode,

I don’t know any of the families living down my road,

The papers say their kids will stab me

And if I report them the police black flag me,

Estates where once harmonious dreams tried to thrive

Turned out dank and pissed stained where only the strong survive,

The weak are left behind with a sallow look of brain,

Kid’s with knives and suicide is all that oft’ remain,

And false the man who stands with poise and grace,

Preaching to the masses from his second face,

He tells us all is well and we can be so safe

But naught have I read to justify this wraith,

Harbinger of lies but not a paper type,

This propaganda machine spreads some fucking tripe.

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Oh Mr Brown

Posted in Jonny Voices, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 1, 2010 by Jonny Voices

Oh Mr Brown

You make me want to die,

Made me lost

And question why,

Oh Mr Brown

You pushed me to the edge,

Took me to the roof

Left me on the ledge,

Oh Mr Brown,

You refuse to see,

The whole damn world

Is sick of thee,

Oh Mr Brown

You forced our tears,

We sank much deeper

In your years,

Oh Mr Brown

What have you done,

Forced me to drink

And carry a gun,

Oh Mr Brown

An ode to you,

Destroyer of worlds,

Get out.

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.

This is PROOF of both FASCISM and CENSORSHIP in the BRITISH System

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 25, 2010 by Jonny Voices

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1245599/David-Kelly-post-mortem-kept-secret-70-years-doctors-accuse-Lord-Hutton-concealing-vital-information.html

Everyone should read this and then ask WHY are we not allowed to know, I understand not making this information front page fodder in the daily sensationalist for the sake of his family, but to OPENLY HIDE it from the public for whom the courts work, that is a TRAVESTY of (faux) JUSTICE (sic).  Who are we as a people to allow Hutton to decide that we CANNOT be privy to what may have caused the (suspicious) death of  government weapons inspector David Kelly?  Are we being told that one of the main reasons they could stage a legitimate invasion, and later on a voice of detraction, is NOT a matter in the public’s interest?  It would certainly fit in with the running theme for the past decade.

I’m not saying there aren’t legitimate reasons, there may well be a genuine intent to prevent his family (who I believe, according to the article, are also unable to see the medical reports) from further distress.  I am saying, however; that many people out there will take this to be a huge hush up, especially when it comes so close to Blair appearing at trial for his nice civilised, watered down, Q & A session at the Chilcot Inquiry.

Is this another example of the lack of respect our “governing” classes have for us leading to their carte blanche attitude?