...it Must be a YOU Thing...

This is NOT Your Country...

Road blocks and fire

Barb wire upon barb wire

This is not your country

Armoured cars, corrugated scars

Graffiti scrawls:

"This is not your country"

Home sweet fortress

Gunshot - we hate your kind

Get back!

This is not your country

I need some air

And I'm stopped and repeatedly questioned:

"Born and raised ?"

But this is not my country

We're old news

All's well

Say BBC scum

One child shot, but so what?

Laid my son

In a box, three feet long

And I still don't know why

A short walk home becomes a run

And I'm scared

In my own country

We're old news

All's well

Say BBC scum

Everybody's under control

Of our surveillance globes

We're old news

All's well

And thirty years could be a thousand

And this Peugeot ad

Spins round in my head

British soldier pointing a gun

And I'm only trying to post a letter

A short walk home becomes a run

And I'm scared, and I'm scared, I am scared

Old news

All's well

BBC scum

You've got more than the dead, so zip up your mouth

Zip up your mouth

Zip up your mouth

Zip up your mouth (repeated)

Says it All...

You Win, I Lose...

Atlanta Indie Rock

In Cythera - Killing Joke

Saw all those things I should have said while I had the time

You, who stood by me when I lost the plot

You were always kind

All through these mortal joys

Through my anger and endless rain

And during my addictions

Yet, the love you showed still remained the same

I'm grateful for all the times we've shared

Through struggles and madness you're there

I've seen you in a dream

On a sunny day, where the skies are clear

I'll see you in Cythera

On an island far away from here

If I don't return before your time is up

I promise to set your place

On the table with wine and fill your cup

And to ourselves we lie

As we break down inside

'Cause we never said enough

How much we really loved

I'm grateful for all the times we've shared

Through struggles and madness you're there

I've seen you in a dream

On a sunny day, where the skies are clear

I'll see you in Cythera

On an island far away from here

I'm grateful for all the times we've shared

Through struggles and madness you're there

I've seen you in a dream

On a sunny day, where the skies are clear

I'll see you in Cythera

On an island far away from here

Jenny's Chickens

She Past Away