The Stained RoseThe field was silent now, the men had fought, bled and died. Even the Ravens and Crows had their fill and left the remains of the unfortunate to decay in the mood. The sun looked on impassive, bringing false warmth to the dead. In its gaze the dulled and broken tools of the dead’s former trade shined just a little, giving such vile instruments a tiny measure of beauty. A shame there was no one around to appreciate it.A slight breeze picked up, and stirred some of the wreckage littered about the field, the flapping of torn banners breaking the silence of the scene. The banners, those tattered and trampled rags still declared the identity and Heraldry of their deceased owners. In the centre amongst the carcasses of horses and their riders flapped a red and blue banner with a still recognisable Stallion rearing up in gold embroidery, now marking the open grave of its master a nobleman. To the east with its shaft buried deep in the mud and poked full of holes was a simpl
We Must Travel FarWell that’s that then,Time to escape our penEarth’s become a literal hellSo charge up the FTLSo long old TerraForgive us our errorFarewell red MarsWe’re going to the starsToo late we found a solutionTo that nasty pollutionHopefully we’ll do much betterIn the role of galactic settlerBut if we get too boldAnd New Eden goes the way of the oldAnd again we cause ecological harmThen you know what they say, “Third times the charm”
Viva the Social (Media) Revolution!Ladies and Gents this here is my brand new planIt’s guaranteed to take down the manFirst up we list all his wrongsIn a protest album full of remixed songsStep two is even betterHit him with a petition and an open letterFor step three we’ll ruin his trip to TahitiBy daubing his beach house in artistic graffitiAnd when he’s reeling like a cat in the rainWe’ll move in for the kill with a human chainAnd expose him as a man most bitterWith paint bombs and a ton of glitterAnd of course we’ll be coordinating via facebook and twitter
Qapla!there once was a Klingon called Worf, son of MoghEnlisting in Starfleet the Empire considered him rogueHe was fearlessJust like KahlessAnd judging by his quarters, chainmail and spikes were in vogue
Taking one for the teamAmerica’s most famous Labor chief is of course Jimmy HoffaA firebrand, a scrapper, a militant and a full time ScoffaHe got pally with the mobThe pension fund he did robBut the friendship eventually spoiled, and he received a final offa
The literally Cold WarTo Kronstadt, to attack alleged White GuardsWhile in the streets workers waved crude placards,They manned the garrison there, mysteriouslyWhere we used to sneer imperiouslyThere demands Workers' control, soviet powerAnd stop nicking are bloody flour!What could we do? Abandon the fortAfter losing the cities support?With it state power, given to the revolting masses?Let them win and we'd lose our conference passes!No: we would take a stronger, firmer grip,And bail out, our battered sinking ship!We marched to conquer fortress Kronstadt;Beating them as we beat the real Whitesbefore they could show the world we were hypocritical shites.We marched to conquer Fortress Kronstadt:Under their guns across the ice-clad seaTaken full advantage of their naive mercyWent Congress delegate and soldier elite;In that order too (when in retreat)Their cannon smashed the ice on which we stood;After we repeatedly spat on their attempts at brotherhood.After, when our bodies were reclaim
E.P.I.C.One of my favourite yank writers is that bloke Upton SinclairAfter making a fortune he used the money to build a communal lairHe rumbled the Meat packers JungleAnd documented the Oil barons bungleThe one thing he couldn’t do it seems, was climb the political stair
April ShowersRain drops are fallingWashing away the old thingsBirthing the new life
I don't pay attention to the newsUkraine’s in the news lately, I’m only familiar with Nestor MakhnoI’ve no idea how that’s pronounced so just assume it rhymes with snowWhich is also something I imagine Ukraine has quite a bit of?Just like those other countries that where the people’s names end in “ov”So anyway on to the Ukraine and something called MaidanI didn’t know Ukraine had a lot of fans of Iron MaidenNow apparently Russia has moved into the Ukraine east and taken overWhich surprised me, since on my map they had it all as well as MoldovaThough know I come to think of itI don’t think Germany is still splitBetween Westen und OstAnd Yugoslavia now appears lostAnd according to google maps there’s now a New Mexico hey?Why its enough to make you scratch yer head and say “Que”?
His name was JimAll were gathered 'round the fire when someone asked: "Where's Jim?It's cold as hell out here and could someone look for him?"Ragged Sally volunteered and Uncle Buck did too.Together they would look for Jim down Second avenue.Up and down and round and round but Jim was nowhere seen.For supper he was always game and late he'd never been.A cold wind blew as snowflakes fell upon the icy street.Just one more round they'd make before they would concede defeat.Sally thought she'd heard a cry, or was it just the wind?Buck thought best to head on back, next morning try again.As they passed the little bridge 'bove Second avenue,Buck saw something moving on the pavement down below.There lay Jim in his crumpled vest, his eyes toward the sky.They rushed to him but 'twas too late, they both began to cry.He never mentioned family or gave out his last name.To think he'd died without their love was truly quite a shame.The paper said a homeless man was found under a bridge.The paper le
Political LimericksThere once was a man named Bush,Whose head was stuck up his tush."There's weapons!" he cried,He weaseled and lied,Because his brain was made out of moosh.Two men went to get married,By parliament the two were harried."We have the right!"They put up a fight,Until Canada's views were varied.Bush isn't the one who thinks,Their routine's still working out kinks.Sometimes they'll show this,Did you ever notice?He stops talking when Cheney drinks.So the surplus could be bigger,We could market a Chretien action figure!With a kung-fu grip,And a crooked lip,He'd scare the crap out of Tigger.The Conservative party is mean,Harper's heart has yet to be seen.The liberals forced out,NDP with no clout,Next time consider voting Green.
+ When Boys Kiss Boys +When Boys Kiss BoysEyes meeting,Lips greeting,Two hearts beating as one –while crosses burn atop churchesand choir boys lose their angelic voices;while priests drop dead between their pulpitsand bishops choke on holy water droplets.Here, I stand with them by my side,watching the end of the world –when boys kiss boys.Hands traveling,Clothes unraveling,Souls marveling at the sight –while the trumpets sound from ear to earand demons rise to make their steal;while fire rains from the blackened skyand the faithful fear we are out of time.Here, I sit with a martini in hand,watching the end of the world –when boys touch boys.Head bobbing,Flesh throbbing,Sprits robbing themselves of life –while below the oceans run red with bloodand the moon turns crimson right above;while churches lose their pious wealthand hell's flames make statues melt.Here, I lay in bed with them,watching the end of the world –when boys suck boys.Blood rushing,Passion gushing,Bodies pushin
Fuck What You Call UsI am not a "total fag"and don't call me a fairyI dress in spikes and rock to metalleaving your stereotype contrary.I do not speak with a lispand fashion's ass I do not kissheavy lifting doesn't scare meand I even call them tits.Just because licking a lollipopreminds me of throbbing dicksurely does not meanI have the characteristics of a chick.So shut up with your stupid shit,what did I do to you?I hate all this hostility,but what else can I do?You insult my very flesheverything that I am.You don't deserve to stay alivebut I really don't give a damn.In the end I know you're wrongand how that really matters.Of your closed ideas I do not care,your attention only flatters.
Happy LifeHappy Life,Great IllusionKiller's Knife,Mind PollutionNice Smile,Great AmusionPeople Die,In Their ConfusionSouls Dirty,In The NightHave You EverFelt The Light?Angels CryIn The NightDid You EverGive A Fight?Demons Bored,Ready To KillWe Didn't FindOther Heal.
SexFlesh is the new styleso bare some skin honeywear it outlike all the trendsthat cost so much moneythis ones almost freethe only cost beingthe rest of your dignityso be a whoreforget your humilityA whore to fashionsex sellsand you sold yourselfFlesh is the new styleso bare some skinwear it out honeylike all the the other trendy sinsthat cost so much moneyremember this ones almost freethe only cost beingwhatever is left of your dignitysex sellsAh honey show a little moreyou sold yourselfyour such a trendy whore
I.W.W.Industrial, along those linesWe organise, from shops to minesWhich we believe will bring on better times