When the routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high
But emotions wont grow
And we’re changing our ways,
Taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again
DuckyMcDuckface
Domination’s the name of the game in bed or in life
They’re both just the same
Except in one you’re fulfilled at the end of the day
Let’s play
DuckyMcDuckface
Up on the catwalk, a big wheel is spinning
And Dollars to Deutchmarks Euros, and pennies from heaven
And up on the catwalk, there’s one hundred million
With letters from thousands that say “Just who are you?”
There’s one thousand names that can spring up in my mind
But you’d call it blackmail and that’s just not my kind
The Inimitable Steve
Ducky – I feel sure you should be our new Lord DJ.
I’m sort of hoping Davis begins the Brexit talks by blasting Frankie Goes To Hollywood’s “Two Tribes” at them, then stripping to the waist and putting Michael Barnier in a headlock.
DuckyMcDuckface
TIS – I feel that I must decline, in deference to Our Gracious Host’s tastes.
Could be amusing, especially with Paul Rutherford pouncing about behind the combatants, but I feel it’s going to be more like True Faith, including the silly costumes, hopefully.
That’s the price that we all pay
And the value of destiny comes to nothing
I can’t tell you where we’re going
I guess there was just no way of knowing
I used to think that the day would never come
You Can’t Always Get What You Want (The Rolling Stones)
Exit Wound (Phish)
Fiddle About (The Who)
I Can’t Quit You (John Lee Hooker)
How Many More Years (Howlin’ Wolf)
Anarchy In The U.K. (The Sex Pistols)
Promises (Buzzcocks)
Waiting Room (Fugazi)
And they all seem to be appropriate at the moment.
Mr Womby
The Clash had it right:
“If (we) go there will be trouble,
And if (we) stay it will be double.”
Yeah, but The Clash also sang a song about their safe European home…
Should I Stay Or Should I Go isn’t the most resolute song I’ve ever heard.
Newmania
Dennis the peasant
Fiddle About
A paedophiliac betrayal of trust by an uncle as he sexually abuses his severely disabled nephew sums up the Brexiteer for me . Its repulsive and disgusting of course but when one looks at it coldly you also think “ Why on earth would you even want to do such a thing “?
The Inimitable Steve
Newmania – show me, on the Robertson’s Marmalade golliwog, where Godfrey Bloom touched you.
Mr Ecks
NewRemainiac–We’re not interested in your life story you faux-patriotic facepainting fuckwit.
Mr Ecks
Acknowledgement to Hoyt Axton:
“I am a good old rebel
And that is what I am,
And for the EU nation
I do not give a damn
I’m glad we fought agen ’em
And gladder still we won,
I ain’t apologising
For anything I done,
I hate the EU nation
And everything they do,
I hate their god-damn Treaty
And Maastricht too
I hate their glorious Union
That floats upon our cash
I hate their starry banner
That’s only fit for trash
I ran with Nigel Farage
For three years thereabouts
I watched as Europe’s children
Were sold out by the Krauts
I saw the traitors swarming
Both from far and near
The EU is a poison
That murders all that’s dear.
I am a good old Rebel
and that is what I am
And for the EU nation
I do not give a damn
I’m glad we fought agen ’em
And gladder still we won
I ain’t apologising
For anything I done.
Shout,
Shout,
Please let us out,
These are the…
No?
Ok.
Ducky –
Welcome to your life
There’s no turning back…
When the routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high
But emotions wont grow
And we’re changing our ways,
Taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again
Domination’s the name of the game in bed or in life
They’re both just the same
Except in one you’re fulfilled at the end of the day
Let’s play
Up on the catwalk, a big wheel is spinning
And Dollars to
DeutchmarksEuros, and pennies from heavenAnd up on the catwalk, there’s one hundred million
With letters from thousands that say “Just who are you?”
There’s one thousand names that can spring up in my mind
But you’d call it blackmail and that’s just not my kind
Ducky – I feel sure you should be our new Lord DJ.
I’m sort of hoping Davis begins the Brexit talks by blasting Frankie Goes To Hollywood’s “Two Tribes” at them, then stripping to the waist and putting Michael Barnier in a headlock.
TIS – I feel that I must decline, in deference to Our Gracious Host’s tastes.
Could be amusing, especially with Paul Rutherford pouncing about behind the combatants, but I feel it’s going to be more like True Faith, including the silly costumes, hopefully.
That’s the price that we all pay
And the value of destiny comes to nothing
I can’t tell you where we’re going
I guess there was just no way of knowing
I used to think that the day would never come
And all that.
Careful. I seem to remember songs like…
You Can’t Always Get What You Want (The Rolling Stones)
Exit Wound (Phish)
Fiddle About (The Who)
I Can’t Quit You (John Lee Hooker)
How Many More Years (Howlin’ Wolf)
Anarchy In The U.K. (The Sex Pistols)
Promises (Buzzcocks)
Waiting Room (Fugazi)
And they all seem to be appropriate at the moment.
The Clash had it right:
“If (we) go there will be trouble,
And if (we) stay it will be double.”
Yeah, but The Clash also sang a song about their safe European home…
Should I Stay Or Should I Go isn’t the most resolute song I’ve ever heard.
Dennis the peasant
Fiddle About
A paedophiliac betrayal of trust by an uncle as he sexually abuses his severely disabled nephew sums up the Brexiteer for me . Its repulsive and disgusting of course but when one looks at it coldly you also think “ Why on earth would you even want to do such a thing “?
Newmania – show me, on the Robertson’s Marmalade golliwog, where Godfrey Bloom touched you.
NewRemainiac–We’re not interested in your life story you faux-patriotic facepainting fuckwit.
Acknowledgement to Hoyt Axton:
“I am a good old rebel
And that is what I am,
And for the EU nation
I do not give a damn
I’m glad we fought agen ’em
And gladder still we won,
I ain’t apologising
For anything I done,
I hate the EU nation
And everything they do,
I hate their god-damn Treaty
And Maastricht too
I hate their glorious Union
That floats upon our cash
I hate their starry banner
That’s only fit for trash
I ran with Nigel Farage
For three years thereabouts
I watched as Europe’s children
Were sold out by the Krauts
I saw the traitors swarming
Both from far and near
The EU is a poison
That murders all that’s dear.
I am a good old Rebel
and that is what I am
And for the EU nation
I do not give a damn
I’m glad we fought agen ’em
And gladder still we won
I ain’t apologising
For anything I done.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACGjLDraEhE
A paedophiliac betrayal of trust by an uncle as he sexually abuses his severely disabled nephew sums up the Brexiteer for me .
An amateurish bit of trolling, that.
Fifty ways to leave Eur lover?
Newmania, get help.