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Time Magazine, it is a Changing

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

I guess if you were to say that this was roughly based on Bob Dylan’s – Times they are a changing, it may make more sense…  But it’s a kick back to the ridiculous Times Magazine ‘Most Influential People” list 2010.  To believe that in this world where there is so much sickening injustice and perverted sense of morals that some of these fuckwits are even in the list is wrong in the first place.  America, a note…  No!  The full list can be found here, look and cry.

Come gather round cretins explain this here poll,

And admit that you’re idiots and someone fell foul

And accept your opinions are that of pre pubescent girls,

If time magazine to you is worth reading,

And you better start learning or you’ll be dumb all your life

For Time magazine, it is a changing.

Come writers and morons who offend with your words,

And keep your mouth shut if you stay in your herds,

And don’t speak of this trash when once you stood tall,

And there’s no telling you I’m ashamed,

You were a winner back then and now you lose for this sin,

For Time Magazine, it is a changing.

You list senators, politicians below unheard ofs and a troll,

Don’t feed us this tripe, don’t drag us into your hole,

For he that reads on will be he who believes

Intelligence is at a premium,

They’ll soon rattle your rag and trust your dumb views

For Time Magazine, it is a changing.

Come mothers and fathers who birthed all these fools,

Did not you have morals you cannot recall

Your sons and your daughters should have learnt things in school,

The knowledge is rapidly fading,

Please understand or shut up if you’re this thick

For Time Magazine, it is a changing.

The Times might be new but you’re feeding the ill,

The smart wont survive when you force them this pill

As your president now influences less than most,

Our hope is rapidly fading,

And the important one now we’ll later forget

For Times Magazine, it is a changing.

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.

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.

Dissidents don’t Die

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 12, 2010 by Jonny Voices

I got no interest I got no reason,

I’m the lost generation out of season,

I cower in the freezin’ cold of labour

Unable to be a dreamer or gazer,

My light is dark and my shadow’s long

And all my priorities are very wrong,

And the dissidents are there and thriving,

In every vote there is one hiding,

Waiting for the straw to break,

Hoping Jack pays for his mistake,

The information nazi’s are out in force,

Feeding us a liar’s discourse,

We can’t demonize the already evil

Or hold them accountable if illegal,

We don’t have freedom to living

And the government tells us when we’re forgiving,

And the afterlife is such sweet release,

Compared to economics swift decrease,

And the blood on the hands of those who stood by

Will paint a picture of hell in the sky

And those who continue to vote for a lie

Will be painted in blood after they die.

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.

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.