Archive for Protest

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.

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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.

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.

He Could Have Saved Us.

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

He grew up with a destiny to fulfil,

To enrich the poor and heal the ill,

He’d stop the wars and then cure aids

And all without raising his blades,

He would be leader of the few,

The survivors of the damned,

Rally mankind through a holocaust,

Dystopia’s only hint of hope,

But mankind’s only chance of life,

Was destroyed in 2009,

When university refused him entry,

For there were too many in line,

His government refused them cash,

Given to bail the banks from crash,

Money used for invading wars,

Turned many a student into whores,

Now our could be saviour,

disheartened, dejected and destitute,

Turns his back on the state that failed him,

And seeks solace in a little blow,

Without hope of job or school,

Each rejection added pain,

Of drugs and harsh endeavours

Green, heroin and cocaine,

This guy was found at 23,

Death from vomit and O.D,

And now this world is lost to hope,

A victim of bureaucratic rope,

Morals and stories put aside,

Your government will only fail you,

Make heard your voice and concern,

And rally for your rights,

Power is within your grasp,

If you dare to reach and take,

There is no sin to basic needing,

Of rights you shouldn’t need to slake.

NO4ID

Posted in Jonny Voices, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 4, 2010 by Jonny Voices

The day the labour raped me of my civil liberties

Was the day the nation gave up and sank upon its knees,

The day the I.D card got the go ahead for use

Was the day the country gave up and said we want to lose.

You’ve always got a choice son you gotta keep on fighting

We’re the Gods to this government, we should do the smiting,

Stand inside their office when they ask for biometrics

Ask how many politicians details were collected

Coz I can guarantee you that nothing would be done

When Iraq I.D’s Tony Blair with his smoking gun,

The truth of the matter is we’re all the proletariat

And we’ve got fuck all rights and that’s what I’m swearing at.

I’D cards and database and pictures of your lovely face

Innocent or not you’re run through every coppers dodgy trace,

And why do we have poverty and death upon our lands

When 5.4 billion pounds would help a lot of hands,

And the thing is we paid for this and we paid for it in blood

Coz not enough of us stood up and said “Fuck you, M’lud”

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My Nokia N97 Review

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 3, 2010 by Jonny Voices

If someone gives you a Nokia,

And it’s an N97,

Kill that fucking bastard cunt

And you might go to heaven.

I hear even Jesus hates it

It’s a pile of shite,

Fuck you fucking Nokia

You didn’t get nothing right.