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The Phobias - The Dancer
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He's a dancer not a number he's got a name.
He's here to dance, to entertain
Now you tell him in the street, go home and take your dancing feet
we're dancing to another beat and won't need you again
His grandad flew a Spitfire in the war
Helped to keep the Nazis from the English shore
First they called him hero and then showed him the door
We've beaten our old enemy we don't need you any more
Your fathers and grandfathers won that war
Can you remember what they were fighting for?
And now it's all unravelling you've heard the weasel lies
Who's your enemy? I think they're in disguise
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I hear we going to war with Spain
It's 1585 again
And while we're there we'd take the chance
And cross the border into France
We're having so much fun you see
next on the list is Germany
Hang on though Spain isn't small
We need a place more suitable
I've had a think and now's the time
For declaring war on Lichtenstein
Luxembourg we could attack
We'll soon get our Empire back
Here we go, here we go, here we go
Andorra's next then Monaco
And if that goes well and all is grand
We'll march right into Switzerland
Is this not what you voted for?
Did you not want another war?
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Jolly England (Hobbs/Langford © 2016)
Don't get sick, you can't find a bed
Don't get old, you'll wish that you were dead
Don't be young and live your life in debt
Don't protest cos they'll brand you as a red
Jolly, jolly, jolly England and they're laughing all the way to the bank
and the joke's on you
Jolly, jolly, jolly England and they're laughing all the way to the bank
and the joke's on you
Don't do good, bloody liberals
Don't be smart, better act the fool
Don't get poor if you want to eat
Don't read books, they'll be calling you elite
Don't forget, don't be anything but white
Don't go left when the country's going right
Don't accept everything you read
Don't expect to get anything you need
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He thought he knew what he was doing well at least that's what he said
put a metaphoric bullet in his best friend's head
Drop the gun, avoid the bloodstain on the floor
He said it's just a stupid piece of paper and nothing's gonna change
Some thought it was their saviour but that just sounds deranged
He said you'll thank me in the future that's what friends are for
It's brother against brother, Mother against son
Father against daughter and the damage has been done
Sisters aren't together and friends no longer friends
Will there be reconciliation, and where's it going to end?
He said he'd done his research and there were reasons not to stay
The country was full up now and the Queen wanted away
Banning bent bananas, it's nonsense don't you know
He blamed all the immigrants and said they're running scams
We'd go back to using ounces instead of bloody grammes
He saw it on the tele he said thats the way to go
There's a bullet for your mother and one more for your dad
One for all the friends you've got and those you never had
A bullet for the union and another for the poor
None left for the government but isn't that what this was for?
He said project fear was rubbish, he'd read it in the Mail
Remember we are British and Britain never fails
He's incandescent about light bulbs and everything we've lost
We won't be classifying cabbages or obeying foreign laws
We can go back to the 50s to the way we were before
It's all we've ever wanted just don't ask about the cost
t's brother against brother, Mother against son
Father against daughter and the damage has been done
Sisters aren't together and friends no longer friends
Will there be reconciliation, and where's it going to end?
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This Empire's State © 2017 Langford/Marris
He's angry when he wakes up and goes to bed the same
Doesn't want to understand, just wants someone to blame
Doesn't like to think too much and believes just what he's told
It's easier that way he's found to buy whatever's sold
Sweat drips down his tattooed queen is crying
Intimidation, he's not even even trying
Learned to hate at his father's knee
Only one way he was ever going to be
He's heavy with the weight of expectation
Of twisted hopes from previous generations
Who thought that they were going to save our nation
But from who?
It's quite a trek to Tipperary and he doesn't know the way
But just a short step to the Old Kent Road, that's where he wants to stay
Let's all do the Lambeth Walk, it's what made our Empire great
Let's not look too closely at this Empire's state
He's used by the rich to blame it on the poor
He knows what he's against but what's he in it for?
Learned to hate at his father's knee
Only one way he was ever going to be
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TOLD YOU SO ( © Parnall/Langford/Hobbs 2018)
Told you so, you know I told you so
You should've listened but oh no
You had your vote, said that's enough
Even though it's clear
They cheated and they broke the law, won the day and shut the door
And even then they didn't know where we go from here
Now we're screwed and I mean you and me
They're OK 'cos they've all gone you see
Laughing at your gullibility
Laughing at our stupid apathy
It gets worse, another verse
This goes on and on and on
Fifty stinking years of hurt
But at least we wrote a song
You can hum it in the food bank line,
Beat it on a drum, let's start
I really wish I'd listened
I wish I'd played my part
There are no sunny uplands to be seen
The unicorns are tasting of chlorine ,
All because you bought into a dream
Of a slimy toff from Eton with a scheme
If you could rent a Time machine
You could have stockpiled more,
Bought a gun and padlocks for the door
Or you could have spent some dosh and bought your self a boat
but why mess around with that, let's have a peoples vote.
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The band were playing ukuleles
And the only thing to drink was Bailey's
The crowd were in an angry mood
They were promised music, beer and food
They promised there would be a gig
They said it would be really big
Bigger than we'd seen before
Don't expect a big encore
Promises, promises so easy to make
Promises, promises easier to break
Promises, promises, surely not lies
Promises, promises oh what a surprise
But this band can't write a song
Creating things just takes too long
Screeching feedback then a fight
Scuffling for the spotlight
They said that it would be a hit show
But really it was just a shit show
All they can play is silver spoon
Just a rattle not a tune
Too much noise to hear what they're saying
Fighting over the mic when they should be playing
Nothing's going, but no-one's staying
They're not performing but you're paying
When the cans and bottles fly
Run and hide or stand and lie
Nothing to do so please be seated
Have you ever felt like you've been cheated
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Fascist in my Soup (© 2019 Langford, de Ferrars, Marris)
Waiter there's a fascist in my soup
I didn't order one can you tell me what to do
Once I thought I had a choice
But now it seems I have no voice
Waiter there's a fascist in my soup
Waiter there's a racist on my plate
I tried to scrape it off but I think that's it too late
Why can't we educate
Stopping people feeling hate
Waiter there's a racist on my plate
And if a million people have to tick box X or Y
They’ll just recall the last soundbite, whether honest or a lie.
And when they see the hurt unleashed, the damage done for pride
The genie’s out the bottle and it won’t go back inside.
Waiter there's a nasty smell in here
Smells of hypocrisy, cigarettes and beer
A man who's rotten to the core
He has it all but wants some more
Waiter there's a nasty smell in here
Waiter I think I’ve had my fill
I can't stomach this it's making me feel ill
They stir us up, we fail the test
Eat the good stuff, feed us the rest
Waiter I think I’ve had my fill
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AmokOpera England, UK
AmokOpera is a project originally conceived by ex Tricks Upon Travellers singer Graeme Hobbs to bring rock operas into the
contemporary arena. Ex-TUT guitarist Dick Langford arranged, orchestrated and produced the music.
At the moment (Oct 2017) the songs being hosted elsewhere but are gradually being moved here.
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