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lirik lagu mike hart - war, violence, heroism and such like stupidity

senator grimaldi

man 1:
tell me what you know about senator grimaldi

man 2:
senator grimaldi
that name doesn’t ring any bells

man 1:
hear me bells now

man 2:
loud and clear
i first met him in spring 1942
he came up to me in a crowd
“h~llo” he said
“h~llo, who are you?” i said
“i’m senator grimaldi” he said
small dark man with a beetling brow
do you wanna know any more?

if you’ve ever been in love before
you’ll know there are bad times along with the good
(for prince muishkin, the idiot)
let’s go down the cavern
yeah let’s have a dance
wеll fancy seeing you here
oh it’s quite pеrchance
would you fancy a drink then?
yes keg if you please
well give us a kiss then
oh your rotten old t~~th

cos we’re gonna dance, dance, dance
yeah dance till the bar closes down
dance down the tunnel bus, babe
make our sticky, sticky lips way home

let’s go down to boussan, michele
give us a wet cloth
tie it up tightly
try not to cough
give mary the helmet
the b~ttons are thick
yeah so are the coppers
but not half as thick as the bricks
there’s a couple of hours of student bashing
it’s one h~ll of a lot more satisfying than laying the wife
whoa, babe, yeah let’s get down the motor gate, baby
yeah let’s have a lookalike
let’s go down to queue dam
best wear the coat
yeah i know it’s not raining
but there’s a lot of water about
a choking sensation
no, it’s not asthma down there
yeah i know you’ve played rugby, charles
but i assure you, they really don’t care
there’s a boot in the kidneys
it may not exactly be sport to you
but you are very, very, very, very tired, baling policeman
it’s better than thirty stiff sh~t minutes on the loo

kicks off in baling, then on to rome
big happenings in paris, at home
f~ck the id, wretched sh~t
judy, now you want a baby
cos you’ve got a lot of time
when you’ve gotta split
i’m asking all you people out there
nineteen, nineteen splitty liverpool policemen as well
well are you really satisfied
with this lousy ever doubting h~ll?
i said well, i said well
it’s up to you and you and you and you
spoken:
we thought and then the summer came
claude and carl went home
mother bathed betty’s wounds
and adrienne mitch~ll wrote a revolutionary poem
danny and tarek joined kingsley de la amos as tv men of letters
and everyone formed a party or two
to make people think they knew better
as for us, we fell in love, reread the idiot
and went back to the ivory tower, i suppose

rupert brooke

spoken:
if i should die, think only this of me
there is some corner of a foreign field that is forever england
there shall be in that rich earth a richer dust concealed
a dust which england bore, shaped, made aware
gave of her flowers to love, her ways to roam
a body of england’s, breathing english air
washed by the rivers and blessed by the sounds of home

rule britannia, marmalade and jam
three chinese crackers up your assh0l~, bang, bang, bang

the prime minister speaks

spoken:
we promised you at the last election
that this year would follow 1970 and precede the year yet to come
well here we are in the twelfth month of that year
with only a few days to go before that promise is fulfilled
we also promised that this year would contain twelve separate months
and i don’t think even our severest critics could find fault in that

jerusalem

and did those feet in ancient times
walk upon england’s mountains green?
and was the holy lamb of god
on england’s pleasant pastures seen?

and did the countenance divine
shine forth upon these clouded hills?
and was jerusalem builded here
among these dark satanic mills?

bring me my bow of burning gold
bring me my arrows of desire
bring me my spear, oh clouds unfold
bring me my chariot of fire

i will not cease from mental strife
nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
till we have built jerusalem
in england’s green and pleasant land

pongo

spoken:
at last, at last
a chance to get the old gang together
a chance to relive those halcyon days in the trenches
oh i can just see us now
me and the lads battering the bosh
oh those were the days, those were the days
basher muir, chalky black, pongo and me
basher treads on a mine
gets blown up but does it bother him?
no, he rips his leg off at the knee
dips the end into a bucket of tar
and dives off a four hundred foot cliff
swims four miles underwater and plants a limpet mine
on the battleship in the bay
oh those were the days
pongo goes over the top, chalky goes down
and i knock out fourteen messerschmitts with a lucky shot
the skies were aflame, lads
the earth was red with the blood of the fallen heroes
wipe that tear from your cheek, mother
it’s a pleasure to die for blighty lady
i’m coming, boys, wait for me, lads
that was our battle cry
oh those were the days

- lirik lagu mike hart

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