Lyric Collaboration
Been writing some lyrics over the last few days, thought we could literally use this space to write together, I write a few lines, you do a few etc, whatever, I'm not attached to anything here so go ahead and edit away...
Been writing some lyrics over the last few days, thought we could literally use this space to write together, I write a few lines, you do a few etc, whatever, I'm not attached to anything here so go ahead and edit away...
It's art that makes art not artist's
hmm, yeah it's people that kill people.. not guns? I dunno, I'm a bit scared..
I find myself waking up in a cold sweat | feeling much worse than living in debt | this nightmare is our life now | Vlad the inadequate giving us the run-around | In my mind I hear the siren sound | How the fuck do I get the kids underground? | At the minute this is angst but we don't know that | All I know is I don't wanna be a soldier |
I don't wanna be a soldier.....
Putin is inadequate | and a chicken shit | bully and a coward who makes me feel sick | cowering in the Kremlin with his meerkat poker face | the man is a menace to the human race | sending in young boys to do his bloody shit | nasty despot narcissist | The wind blows hard and the wind blows wild | you cannot run or you cannot hide |
I don't wanna be a soldier....
You will reap what you sow and it will not be kind...
Extreme Creation
Raised by the MAMA and the rudeboy stylings | she's the second coming fuck the post modern writings | she don't give a fuck about the shit you say | the metaxis is here with more creative ways |
Produce your commercial products like creative slaves | born on factory lines but atleast it pays | dont wanna speak for the masses but that's pretty lame | this is extreme creation do you wanna come out and play? | controlled by smoke and mirrors but were ruled by clowns | creative freedom in an age that dedicates a crown | individuality is massacred like brazing a cow | but nothings that black and white in this grey old town |
Raised by the MAMA and the rudeboy stylings | she's the second coming fuck the post modern writings | she don't give a fuck about the shit you say | the metaxis is here with more creative ways | cos DADAist philosophies are less radical these days | Ironic hypocrisies and fictional buildings | we don't give a fuck about the shit you say | era of extreme creation and were here to stay |
Mixing up the methods and were making a splash of it | blood sweat and tears paint brushes and spears | this is the creative uprising probably should patent it | cos It's all about the best branded artist, who's talented? | business men in sweat pants and artists in suites | who'd have thought the kids would wanna be the next Jeff Koons? | patch up the silver dinner wear and swallow your spoons | Propaganda in our minds with a trojan dog made of balloons |
Raised by the MAMA and the rudeboy stylings | she's the second coming fuck the post modern writings | she don't give a fuck about the shit you say | the metaxis is here with more creative ways | cos DADAist philosophies are less radical these days | Ironic hypocrisies and fictional buildings | we don't give a fuck about the shit you say | era of extreme creation and were here to stay |
tHiS iS mAMa
Shame about the sloppy drums, but the PA with 'dread delay' and mike are working just fine!
There is gonna be a some jam soon for your toast...
We're the Radical Toy Clan | We're whipping up a plan | to build a better man, out of the child | who thrives, imagination runs wild | ninety percent of your brain | develops before your five | so lets educate the kids | to think with their own minds | radical ideas flicker in their eyes | innovation and creation will save their future lives | So linger on the words of Sir Ken before he died | Imagination is the source | So don't run and fucking hide | now is the time | inaction the crime | get started sister and brother | don't leave it for another | its our jam to stick it to the man | cant avoid cliche we are the Clan
Rusty Lips and that....
Cutting pieces of a puzzle that don't fit | but it's the way to bend the minds of our youth, shit | create toys for girls and toys for boys | That's a snake pit | Creating toys for pride in future lives | That's some brave shit | busy little bees in their imaginary hive | learning to share, to thrive and survive |
Hold that thought for a minute | got shit on my mind and I just gotta spit it | not a Pinterest child not just gonna pin it | for you all to see on the wild wild web just to spin it | got tinnies in the fridge gonna drink and grin it | got a baby in the crib drunk dad in the cock pit | don't know how I'm gonna stop this hip hop rocket | Like Guy Richie gonna lock n stock it | Got bars in my pocket and I'm pulling on the sprocket | inside my own noggin' | I build my own coffin | and I'm knocking and I'm knocking and I'm knocking | at the top of my voice i scream and i shout | but its only us doggies whose gonna get us out | twisting and turning, cutting and burnin' is what its all about | there's them few that have and many more without | start it early watch out for the right, they all bigged up and ready for a fight |
Cos its all about the shits and the giggles | 'til your best mates crying playing piggy in the middle | playground damage is the cause of savages | Shout out to us average kids | Sticky tape and cartilage | stick in the woods and mud on the ground | we have what we had and it needs to be found
What child doesn't think of giving up his seat for an elderly woman?
Listen, I'm gonna make a pitch | Best thing in life is to get paid to shit | Capitalism sucks its a filthy ditch | Poor get screwed while rich get rich | POMO is a no go we gotta do better| Brave New Mataxis that a main go to | Split in the middle politics like remain or go | metaverse or matrix we'll rename our home |