straight outta quedgeley

godbotherer

zero gravity

xenophiliac

all apologies

uncle

jingo

the blame game

straight outta quedgeley

godbotherer

From the album Straight Outta Quedgeley Jan 2019

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On the Cross, cross the road to avoid him

Feel the zeal, feel his eyes making contact

If that's your thing, well that's fine, carry on son

But don't bother me, I'm not buying that

Don't need your empty praises

(Aah-no-no)

I've got no time for - time wasters

(Aah-no-no)

And I don't believe that

There's a God up in the sky

And when our time is up

Then we just die

In the church for a wedding or christening

Read the words, sing the hymns, while you're thinking

What the hell am I doing here, saying this?

I don't believe it, it's all bullshit

Two millenia of conditioning

(Aah-no-no)

Bad religion is big business

(Aah-no-no)

And I don't believe that

There's a God up in the sky

And when our time is up

Then we just die

Well it just seems curious

So many Gods, so many poor

I'll suspend my disbelief

When the devil comes knocking at my door

And I don't believe that

There's a God up in the sky

And when our time is up

Then we just die

So many wars in the name of religion

Tribal beliefs sucked up by the system

Twisted and warped by the people with the power

Follow the cross into war, what are you fighting for?

"Christian soldiers", seems a misnomer

Singing hymns while they slay, rape and then pray

God is love, but he doesn't mind some suffering

Blurred lines, where does evil begin?

No blind belief just give me proof

(Aah-no-no)

No sacred heart, no ineffable truth

(Aah-no-no)

And I don't believe that

There's a God up in the sky

And when our time is up

Then we just die

I'm faithless and I'm godless

(Aah-no-no)

I put my faith in the human race

(Aah-no-no)

And I don't believe that

There's a God up in the sky

And when our time is up

Then we just die

zero gravity

From the album Straight Outta Quedgeley Jan 2019

Revolutions; down and out we go

Sliding off the roundabout

Separation; there's a gulf between

Me and you we're falling apart

Different mentalities

Egos and allergies

Maybe it's time to make

A break and go our separate ways

Revelations; secrets coming out

Cybercrimes and online trails

Hold a mirror up to see yourself

Bad behaviour, go straight to jail

And as we scratch away

The truth as clear as day

What has become of us?

Well it looks like we're all out of trust

Communication; broken radios

Static's all that we can hear

Semaphore is all that's left to us

Middle fingers punching the air

Dischord and disrespect

But what did we expect?

With such intense neglect

It's no wonder that we're going under

Desolation; it's the end of days

When your life begins to break

And you know there's no-one else to blame

It's a bitter pill to take

Education; there's a lesson here

If you drift out on the sea

And you look back, there's nobody there

You're in zero gravity

No up no down no left no right

Out of control, yeah, out of sight

You need a boost, a helping hand

To bring you back down to the land

From zero gravity

xenophiliac

From the album Straight Outta Quedgeley Jan 2019

Saw a falling light, in a midnight sky

Saw an angel's face from a far off place

She's not from round here

What is she doing here?

And she broke my mind when she took my hand

She showed me things that I could not begin to understand

And now I'm in love

With a cosmic girl from another world

Beyond the Milky Way

She stole my heart away

And now I'm loving an alien

I gave my heart to a starship denizen

So I watch the stars, looking for a sign

I need to hold her in my arms another time

Cause I'm so in love

With a cosmic girl from another world

Beyond the Milky Way

She stole my heart away

And now I'm loving an alien

I gave my heart to a starship denizen

You take me up so high

Here she comes again, on another trip

And she takes me in, to the mother ship

Why did you choose me?

What do you want from me?

Making love in space, for an astral week

Through the spinning stars, I don't want to sleep

Because I'm so in love

With a cosmic girl from another world

Beyond the Milky Way

She stole my heart away

And now I'm loving an alien

I gave my heart to a starship denizen

You take me up so high

And then you bring me down

And I know I sound crazy

But you need to keep an open mind

Extraterrestrial contact

Close encounters of the best kind

And I know I sound crazy

But you need to keep an open mind

Extraterrestrial contact

Close encounters of the best kind

And I know I sound crazy

(You take me up so high)

But you need to keep an open mind

(You take me up so high)

Extraterrestrial contact

(You take me up so high)

Close encounters of the best kind

(You take me up so high)

all apologies

From the album Straight Outta Quedgeley Jan 2019

Girl this is torture, this is pain

I need to see your face again

I want to hold you close to me

And let you know that I'm sorry

It's been a month or more

(Long time; No see)

Since you walked out the door

(Slam; Wham; Thank you mam)

And it's been said before

I'm a moron, so please pick up the phone

Girl this is torture, this is pain

I need to see your face again

I want to hold you close to me

And let you know that I'm sorry

Well I was out of line

(Knobhead; dickhead)

And I could blame the wine

(Pissed up; pissed up)

But all that blame is mine

Too late - and now you've walked out of my life

Girl this is torture, this is pain

I need to see your face again

I want to hold you close to me

And let you know that I'm sorry

Hey hey

I remember the first time I met ya; dance floor, Wetherspoons, David Guetta and

Sia; and then I saw you; beat up your boyfriend, off to IC

U; and you gave me a blood transfusion; you're my type baby, no illusion

I can show you mystery; you can be my Debbie McGee

Another night alone

(Porn Hub; Porn Hub)

Waiting for you to phone

(down the pub; down the pub)

I need to hear your voice

And know - that you're gonna come back to me

Girl this is torture, this is pain

You know that I'm sorry

Knock on the door; I hope it's you; but it's just my pizza delivery

Look at my phone; A thousand times; Hope to see an ee-mo-ji

Just send me one; A smiley face; Even a turd would please me

Lost and alone; I miss your face

And your head and your oral stimulation

I know I made you cry

(Boo-hoo; Boo-hoo)

Please give us one more try

Come back - you see I'm bored of masturbation

Girl this is torture, this is pain

I need to see your face again

I want to hold you close to me

And let you know that I'm sorry

You know that I'm blue

And I'm gonna make it up to you

Romantic meal for two

Down the Wetherspoon's

You know that I'm sorry

uncle

From the album Straight Outta Quedgeley Jan 2019

When I was a kid we would visit my uncle

He lived in a cul-de-sac under the moor

In a town that was blackened by soot from the chimneys

When cotton was King and when England was more

He always had fancy cars, Nissans and Datsuns

With electric windows and a tape cassette player

And me and my brother would sit in the boot

Giving thumbs or our tongues to the cars to the rear

In the seventies this was okay, and the police didn't care

And every trip he would give us a comic book

Marvellous titles with spider sensation and

Adverts for weird stuff like, web slingers, x-ray specs,

Twinkie bars, pop tarts and dynamic tension and

How to avoid getting sand in your face from the

Thug on the beach who is after your squeeze

This was our window on Americana and

Back in the day we all desperately hankered to be

Steve Austin or Evil Knievel

They were exotic and we were just people

Many years later I heard through the grapevine

My uncle had hung up his hat and retired

I went to his funeral back in that Northern town

Back to the smoke and the cruel church spires

After the wake we began to take stock of

The flotsam the dead leave when they shuffle off

And cleaning his garage out it became plain to see

Marvellous comics were not his main income stream

The garage was packed to the rafters with jazz mags

And then I remembered when I was a little lad

Sneaking outside to the garage in search of Mad

Looking for X-Men, the Hulk or Avengers

I opened a magazaine, no superheroes just

Pictures of ladies in states of undress, but it

Stirred something strange in me, who would have guessed?

And then I remember a hand on my shoulder

A voice in my ear saying calmly to close it

This comic isn’t the one you require

Here have a Doctor Strange, come outside

Well my mum and my aunt put it all in black bags

And they burned the fucking lot

jingo

From the album Straight Outta Quedgeley Jan 2019

"We don't want to fight, but by Jingo! if we do

We've got the ships, we've got the men, we've got the money too

We've fought The Bear before, and while we're Britons true

The Russians shall not have Constantinople"

Beat your chest, let the Dogs of War loose

We're the best, we can do as we choose

We fight with God upon our side

So - run - and - hide

Got the ships, got the men, got the dirty cash

Own the world, so before you do something rash

You need to understand that

We hold the upper hand

Arrogance of days of glory

Playground bully, same old story, and we

Repeat the myth, but it's a lie

"For England and Saint George" we cry

If we were Great it was because

We wrote the book on holocausts

But the glory is not forever

Faded flag hanging limp in the shitty weather

We need to understand that

Times have moved on

Like a drunk who was once a contender

Throwing empty threats to the ether

While people sneer and laugh

Behind his back

Arrogance of days of glory

Playground bully, same old story, and we

Repeat the myth, but it's a lie

"For England and Saint George" we cry

We teeter on unsteady feet

With stolen wealth and self deceit

Times have changed, we're no longer the masters

We must tighten our belts, cut our cloth to suit

The new reality that

Stands before us

Put the blame upon globalisation

Its too late to pursue isolation

The horse has bolted, leave the

Door wide open

Arrogance of days of glory

Playground bully, same old story, and we

Repeat the myth, but it's a lie

"For England and Saint George" we cry

A proxy war upon the turf

Of football gounds around the earth

Take a look if you dare at our history

So much suffering, hatred and misery

Was brought to bear to make this

English dreamland

Pride in victories past or imagined

Longing for a return to the pageant

Is selfish, dangerous and

Self defeating

Arrogance of days of glory

Playground bully, same old story, and we

Repeat the myth, but it's a lie

"For England and Saint George" we cry

"For England and Saint George" we die

the blame game

From the album Straight Outta Quedgeley Jan 2019

I never thought that it would end like this

Recrimination separation

I sometimes wish we'd never made that kiss

The spark of all this conflagration

But here we are now

Staring at each other like we're strangers to each other

And here we go now

Scratching at each other, tearing chunks from one another

It's such a shame - and now we're playing the blame game

I know I could have made things up to you

To change the situation

But I was blind and I was selfish too

I didn't put enough of me in our relationship

So here we are now

Circling each other as we look to land the killer blow

The gloves are off now

Bare knuckle fighting full of spite and hate and animosity

It's such a shame - and now we're playing the blame game

In hindsight, well it didn't have to happen

We could have built a bridge instead of building up a wall

But now you see me as your enemy

And nothing I can do or say will change one thing at all

The time for talk is over

Well here we are now

Where do we go now?

So this is it then

I guess that all good things must somehow come to an end

It's such a shame

It's such a waste

It's such a crime

It's such a shame - I'm sick and tired of the blame game