Anonymous (Login properbother) from IP address 86.31.53.78
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Dear Mick,
Must I be thick, or a prick and a half to be so daft to dally, when I know that I'm in the full close to head throes of darkest prangs, within, out, you, me, rhyme or reason, all wildly out of season, and it's spineless treason, the kinship that allows the violent silence, all this babbling at my attempt at verse for Peter's Pranging Out, for which I'm gonna do a verse.
It seems if I can withstand the prang and get it together to sing as I once sang, drink gin in a real gang, flick a twang, we sang and sung, sad as sin on a pirate ship on dry land.
Leave Bilo to the mournful morning prang.
It stings when I ding, it stings like fuck. And it's not just to ruck and knock out the cluck. My days are spent swerving prangs, like Old Bill in a jag, but reality keeps on like a nag, stop it, stop it, before you cop it. Off the rails, on style impaled, by injustice jailed, and through a tabloid crossword, nailed. Junkie rocker hailed, and I appear in the morning too minging to sing, and there's not much worse than that, except perhaps death.
Prangs at night that get darker and darker, at light that get starker and starker. Prangs that bends with a capital B, life's all mixed up of late, I can't see through you seeing through me.
Trying to walk tall and look hard, prangs when you're on remand and can't face the cheers and jeers of the yard.
Tell me not that story of a lad who brang to the studio, rock or sticks, chang, and wound up whacked up, gacked up, prang, and then came his turn to stand and sing on The Streets collaboration thing, looked about him in a sweat, spotlight on his twitching leg, looking for the words I was looking forward to laying, but I was twisting it, phone lost, eyes red and crossed, soul lost again, washed up on a suicidal tidal wave of denial, tossed and torn in a hung and drawn prang dawn, I'm parachuting into paranoia and crashlanding with a dizzy spin.
My lover looks like a gruesome Goya, and my minds off it. My lover kisses me and whispers cunt, cunt, oh my.... coat, crack, smack and speed, aint got what I need when the prang cooks up my heart and soul on the side for a feed. Very hot indeed, very hot indeed.
Rocks shouldn't be in control of me.
Now a true story, Mike invites this blues jackanory to his mic. Clean and serene? By 'eck as like. Pranged to fuck and, be well I might, and might well I be, Peroxin B have loosened not their grip on me. As detox looms a day away, and the hour is nigh that he's allowed to play this hip-hop hand in this shit hot land of Streets symphonies one man band, different type of garage sang, this Bilo to the mournful morning prang.
Looking lost for the words,
rocks shouldn't be in control of me,
the rock'n'roll music cliche,
stuck forever and a day in the never never, locked away.
Anyways, further to my bully, I couldn't give two monkeys fucks for when I'm pranged, dangling, upside, outside, down.
You cannot say that is anything less than brilliant. If you do, you're a nob.
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If I want to sit in and drink super tennants in the day I will,
No-ones going to fucking tell me jack,
But can you rely on anyone in this world?
No you cant; its not my fault theres wall to wall empty cans
Everyone wanted this to all go wrong for me from the start,
Its fucked up that a mans life can just be attacked,
Watching this morning with a beer is much better relying on,
unknown cunts for mates i was given that don't have my back.
Scott texted me to say he'd have a look at the TV for me,
but i layed it down telling him to fuck right off chap.
phoned this company out the yellow pages;
told them to take away the TV and fix it quick snap.
The next day they took away the TV and told me they'd repair the little bit,
thats broken round on the back.
I thought that would be that but the next bit was on top,
this was where it all started to get a bit out of hand.
No-one gives a crap about Mike;
Thats why i'm acting nasty.
You know what you can do with your life;
Introduce it up your jacksie.
Coz No-one gives a crap about Mike;
Thats why i'm acting nasty.
You know what you can do with your life;
Introduce it up your jacksie.
The TV man comes back later, knocks on mine,
to say he's found something in the back of the TV,
I'm looking at it absolutely speechless,
cant quite believe he's trying to pull this fucking stunt on me.
I knew it was a simple case of the power supply gone on the back,
but he's trying to tap me up for more money.
He says its not like that and im like fuck off and die,
and stick up my two fingers and one more to make three.
He says dont talk to me like that, and i don't understand,
face is in his face and i tell him i understand perfectly.
And he grabs my shirt and i grab his face with my hand,
so he brings his fist up and twats me a good one on my cheek.
Now im trying to pull his head down so i can knee it,
but he's got my ear; he's twisting it round so much that its really hurting me.
And we both go down on the floor, and he pushes my head back;
onto the corner of the fridge which is total agony.
Then he gets up and runs out the kitchen, and out of the door,
shouting stuff to me, slams the door shoutin' at me.
So here i am in my house, drinking on my own settee;
everyones a cunt in this life, no-one's there for me.
No-one gives a crap about Mike;
Thats why i'm acting nasty.
You know what you can do with your life;
Introduce it up your jacksie.
Coz No-one gives a crap about Mike;
Thats why i'm acting nasty.
You know what you can do with your life;
Introduce it up your jacksie.
(break)
If I want to sit in and drink super tennants in the day I will,
No-ones going to fucking tell me jack,
But can you rely on anyone in this world?
No you cant; its all my fault theres wall to wall empty cans.
I sat in the kitchen all fucked off,
Imagining over and over what they're all doing behind my back.
Dodgy things going on, actions i regretted,
Stain bottle with a pipe and tin foil on the matt.
Scott texted me telling me he'll have a look at the TV for me,
And I Felt like just telling him to fuck right off chap.
But what he said about wanting to do the right thing by both mates,
and then opting to stay out - it seemed to match.
But i's told him he could make it up by fixing the TV,
He said thats the least he could do to square things flat.
I thought that would be that but then the next bit was mad,
This is where everything started to all turn back.
The end of the something i did not want to end,
Begining of hard times to come.
But something that was not meant to be is done,
And this is the start of what was.
He had to unscrew about fifteen screws before he could pull the panel off the back,
to get in the fecking thing;
But just as he did so, he said he saw something,
that slipped inside behind the panel - down the back of it.
Must have been some leaflets or a bill maybe,
I didn't want to lose the bill incase it was a final warning.
So we both treid to get the back off and work out if there was any more screws to get out,
or if we left any in.
And when he looked down the back of the TV, his eyes just froze,
before he rammed his hand in saying, no shit.
He's looking at me absolutely speechless, he can't quite believe what hes trying to pull out the slip.
I get up wondering what he's smiling about, he's shaking his head at this point,
with the biggest of grins;
I look down the back of the TV and thats where it was, in all its glory - my thousand quid.
The end of the something i did not want to end,
Begining of hard times to come.
But something that was not meant to be is done,
And this is the start of what was.
About 2 this afternoon the last of the people left my house,
coz they never stop chattin' til all the rackets gone.
I really feel like things clicked into place at some point,
or maybe its the fact that me and Alison really got on.
Or maybe its that i realised that it is true;
No-ones really there fighting for you in the last garison.
No-one except yourself that is, no-one except you.
You are the one who's got your back 'til the last deeds done.
Scott can't have my back til the absolute end,
coz hes got to look out for what over his horizon.
He's gotta to make sure he's not lonely, not broke.
It's enough to worry about keeping his own head above.
I shut the door behind me, huddled up in my coat,
Condensation floating off my breath, squinted out the sun.
My jeans feel a bit tight, think i washed them a bit too high;
I was gonna be late, so i picked up my pace to run.
The end of the something i did not want to end,
Begining of hard times to come.
But something that was not meant to be is done,
And this is the start of what was.
The end of the something i did not want to end,
Begining of hard times to come.
But something that was not meant to be is done,
And this is the start of what was.
The end of the something i did not want to end,
Begining of hard times to come.
But something that was not meant to be is done,
And this is the start of what was.
The end of the something i did not want to end,
Begining of hard times to come.
But something that was not meant to be is done,
And this is the start of what was.
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in my time i have said lots of nice things about doherty - used to go and see him play loads. i just cant take what hes turned into - a caricature wannabe junkie rock star biffta with writers block churning out pale facsimilies of past glories. i hope he gets better.
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to be fair that's not the best streets lyric to use as proof that mike skinner is a wicked lyricist. this, however, is...
Cos this world swallows souls
And when the blues unfold
It gets cold silence burns holes
You're going mad
Perhaps you always were
But when things was good you just didn't care
This is called irony
When you most need to get up you got no energy
Time and time shit'll happen
The dark shit's unwrapping
But no-one's listening your mates are laughing
Your brethren's fucking and then you start hating
Your stomach starts churning and you mind starts turning.
So smoke another draw
It won't matter no more but the next day still feels sore
Rain taps on your window
Always did tho but you didn't hear it when things were so-so
You're on your own now
Your little zone you were born alone and believe me you'll die alone
Weed becomes a chore
You want the buzz back so you follow the others onto smack
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Feels nice and still
Good thing about brown is it always will
It's easy, no-one blames you
It's that world out there that's fucked you
You're no less of a person and if God exists
He still loves you
Just remember that - the more you sink the further back from that brink
Maybe you've lifetime scars and you think tattoos might be more fitting
But who's picking?
Searching for yourself you find demons
Try and be a freeman and grasp that talisman
Cos your the same as I am
We all need our fellow man
We all need our samaritan.
Maybe I'm better looking than you tho
Maybe I've got more dough - but am I happier... no.
Get the love of a good girl and your world will be much richer than my world
And your happiness will uncurl
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Stop dreaming
People who say that are blaspheming
They're doing nine to five and moaning
And they don't want you succeeding when theyve blown it
And your idols - who are they?
They too dreamt about their day
Positive steps will see your goals.
Whether it's dollars or control, feel the gold.
I aint helping you climb the ladder
I'm busy climbing mine.
That's how it's been since the dawn of time
If you reach a cul-de-sac
The world turns it's back
This is your zone, it's like blackjack
He might get the ace or the top one
So organise your two's and three's into a run then you'll have fucked him son
And for that you'll be the better one
One last thing before you go though
When you feel better tommorow you'll be a hero
But never forget today. you could be back here
Things can stray
What if you see me in that window?
You won't help me I know.
That's cool, just keep walking where you go.
Carry on through the estate, stare at the geezers so they know you aint lightweight
And go see your mates
And when they don't look happy
Play them this tape
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
I hope you understand me
Just trying to stay positive
I aint no preaching fucker and I aint no do-goody-goody either
This is about when shit goes pear-shaped
And if you aren't or ever have been at rock bottom then good luck to you in the big wide world
But remember that one day shit might just start crumbling
Your bird might fuck off or you might loose your job
It's when that happens that what I'm talking about will feel much more important to you
So if you aint feeling it, just be thankfull that everythings cool in your world
Respect to BC
Positivity
Positivity
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
absolutely blinding track
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Now the games are made
So please have a seat
Where did your soul fade
Now you're loosing speed
Have you had a chance
In this world's gone mad
Did you take a glance
At this charming lad
Well, is it you or him
Where did his words go
Have you tried to swim
Between each new low
Remember now the joy
When you first destroyed
The most happy boy
Who was not annoyed
Is it you or him
Where did your heart lie
Is it always grim
When the bird did fly
Roll back to your seat
Take a big sane breath
And see your heart bleed
Because that's what left
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i've gotta hold my hands up and admit i might have been a bit wrong......it's a damn sight better on paper than recorded.......but why the fuck did they choose the worst verse from the whole thing for the single?
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hmm, i wonder how mr doherty isnt literally cutting his wrists in boredom at the same, self-indulgent, constant (and i mean constant) boring references to drugs which he only seems to be able to write now
then again, what do you expect from a guy who seems to have been wearing the same stupid suit outfit for years
yawn
never heard nick cave whine like a bitch, or become stagnant
anyway, i suppose it must be genius, and that im the one that just cant see it
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'so I take it that you'd prefer rhymes that don't actually rhyme or what was the point of your post?'
He's using words which are spelt the same, which is how most school kids write poetry, as opposed to using more phonetically matched rhymes (words which are spelt differently but sound similar when spoken) which would have given the song a smoother sounding, less awkward flow.
Phonetics -
from the Greek φωνή (phonê) "sound" or "voice") is the study of the physical sounds of human speech. It is concerned with the physical properties of speech sounds (phones), and the processes of their physiological production, auditory reception, and neuropsychological perception.
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