Recession Song (Song for 2012)

I just came up with the first line of this song and thought I'd continue, to see where it led.  It needs work... obviously...(!)

I'm a prole in a hole, getting by is my goal

I can’t get dole, so pass the bowl,

This situation is killing my soul

What the bankers stole is taking its toll on me

I'm a mess in a dress, I must confess

Was born with less, so I'm not blessed

This situation with this recession

And the government, I guess, is not impressing me

R – what are you gonna do David Cameron?

E – he’s trying to kill this this country

C – you see he only wants to protect the rich

E – he’s using the rest of us to succeed

S – so it’s suicide by means of lack of cash

S - so it’s suicide by killing the NHS

I – I don’t know where it’s going to end

O – Oh they’re leaving us in dire distress

N – nah nah-nah nah nah nah-nah-nah nah

INSTRUMENTAL

(Recession) it's just like regression

(Recession) feels just like oppression

Recession, just a long hard lesson, in:

Class...

Struggle...

This country’s dying (through so much lying...)

The Bourgeoisie is boring me...

Yeah – recession blues...

Sun Shine Wishing (A Year of Living Badly)

I just came across a little song I wrote in 1998 - I'd had a bad 18 months...  It's a bit cliche here and there but hey-ho, here it is anyway...!

The wind is winding down now,

It’s been a hell of a year.

I've broken bones and been left alone

And drowning in my tears.

I got a bruised and battered soul

After my baby passed away.

I’d give everything I own

Just to have him back with me, today.

And I would do anything

To get out of these shoes;

To walk a mile as someone lucky

Who doesn’t know the blues

Oh sun shine down on me

And stop life drowning me

My dad just got sent down

For a crime he didn't do.

My uncle died a painful death

Before reaching 42.

My so-called best friend walked away

When I couldn’t be more down.

I'm up to here in debt

And I need some money now.

I've put on so much weight

That I'm worried about my health.

And I've got a bunch of phobias

On top of everything else.

Oh sun shine down on me

(It’s about time that) life stop(ped) drowning me

Oh sun shine down on me

(Please) end my misery

Before the night-time comes

To take me to eternity

Observations on an Early Morning Walk: 1 (re-edit)

An early constitutional as the sky merges from night into dusky lilac.

Another “CD”, Dickens, may well have trod these same steps, over a century ago,

Another flaneur languishing within this giant, multi-faceted muse.

These are the hours she merely dozes, with pockets of life bustling behind her stirring streets.

A woman shares my journey, at times; matching my pace.

A cane propels her heavy weight, which, I feel, ages her prematurely.

Tears charge down her cheeks –not in expression of sorrow or joy,

But the effect of the icy February winds that chase down these old veiny streets.

Bars and restaurants erasing last night’s jovialities ease the City’s hangover

(Deftly averted, a pile of half-heartedly cleared vomit).

Our muse still bleary-eyed, nearby cafes set up for al fresco diners -

Optimistically, as it feels too early in the day and the year.

A chesty cough from a vagrant across the narrow street;

White-bearded, red-jacketed – but ‘Pere Noel’ this is not.

He calls to us two identical women: 

“Did you like it luv?!”

Who?  Us?  ’Like’ what?

His hearty laugh fades behind me and I mutter: 

“Nutty bastard....”

Again, I think of Dickens.

Around a corner, a huge glass-topped building arouses curiosity.

Lively whistled morning-songs trill throughout.

Men in white coats, white hats, white shoes, white trousers

Shepherding cold dead flesh all over.

This place of so much life and so much death is no sanctuary for the sensitive vegetarian -

Not that this thought will affect its 800-year history.

Here, deals are made, notes are exchanged and hands are shaken.

Back outside.

Herds of smart part-time City-dwellers march towards offices or refuel inside cafes with steamed windows.

Soon, their buying and selling will pump life into the heart and breathe force into the lungs of London.