Feeble

Mike's GuyCan you feel it? It is fucking everywhere!  Stolen from my buddy Mike, from the 1998 movie Pi and the actor pictured is Mark Margolis

TMF-tMStill recycling old drafts and ran across this bad boy…holy shit why did I not post this. Don’t remember if it was a review request or what, but hot damn these guys fucking rock. Yeah, duh garage rock, in the most general sense, Ramones-y too, but once again, you put a Japanese spin on something and it gets spun the fuck out. Unfortunately, Thee Mighty Fevers have not released anything (on their Bandcamp anyway) since January 2014. I had a link to a fucking FB page but that’s dead, so who the fuck knows if these cats are still flying high. I apologize to whoever turned me onto them in the first place, for not putting them on the MR radar five years ago when this was still fresh.  And don’t you just love the cover, I mean, what exactly is going on there…some kind of a weapon sticking out of his speedo and a bit of self made shade…

And then a dandy of a live vid for ya…

It’s almost 2am and I’ve been on a Discharge covers kick for several hours, you should try it, often…

Discharged EP


Discharged LP

Me to Kevorkian, “put me outta my misery man.”  You ever been there? I’m numb to most of that these days but there was a time ya know? Today it’s first world problems and first world problems are real man.  Got these lathes made of various tunes that I wanted hard copies of mostly MY shit, but did manage to squeeze the almighty Unter Den Linden onto a single sided picture lathe 7″ (unlimited thanx goes to the band and my pal Bjorn for allowing me to do that). These fucking lathes are little bit tricky in that they require a better than average needle on the old turntable. So I scrounged the money to buy a decent needle…wait 5 days to arrive…open box/read instructions…missing the fucking screws and the special screwdriver = fuct. In all seriousness life really is fucked up for most of the people on the planet, I’ve felt it, but there’s folks who live it today. If you’re thinking about a painless method of ending it, there is no such thing, someone will be left hurting in your place. When the misery that is human existence has gotten you to that point where you can’t live please call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 1-800-273-8255 If you live elsewhere in the world I hope that you have similar resources and seek them out

reeepI’m sorry (really I’m not), I don’t want to get political (really I do), but that whole scene in DC is creepy as fuck. The folks that came before them were evil too, doing shit they shouldn’t, but they had class and were great liars. This new Klown Klan are so fucking blatant with their vile evilness. To quote myself, “The man is a demon, Behemoth to be exact (Job 40:15–24)…he is all 7 deadly sins in one grotesque package.” He is the face of the self serving entity that is the uber rich. These are demonic times indeed when the self proclaimed chosen ones, the evangelicals, support him with all the strikes he has against him, bones spurs, anchor baby family, entitled, adulterer, bankrupt, blatant liar, etc. It makes me sick to look at him, you know so ugly on the inside, festering, decaying mess that place must be, that the outside repulses you worse…demonic. I don’t know her, I do have a tiny bit of sympathy for her as she is a human being after all, but she choses to sleep with demons and these will be or already are, demon children. I feel similarly about the so called Royal families that are left in the world, fuck em…ain’t better than some poor soul born in some war torn country.  Below is the Behemoth from an 1818 drawing from Collin De Plancy’s Dictionnaire Infernal.  Feel like I should explain my stance a bit.  I don’t give a fuck about Democrats or Republicans, I am about having a certain code of ethicsinfernal-behemoth, and neither party has ethics. That liberal vs. conservative, game, as it’s come to be (a real toss up match between teams with perpetually losing records), is nothing but a con. It’s smoke and mirror stuff from what’s really going on. Goes back to that Matrix stuff I was talking about a post or two ago. Ultimately these two party’s have done nothing but distract us from what is right.  I suppose what some of these tests I’ve taken have told me is that I’m a “left leaning libertarian.”  When I was a kid my favorite place to sit at the Dodgers games was just to the left of the left field foul pole, within the first couple rows off the field.  That’s where we always sat, because there were lots of fly balls there and sometimes the ball kids would throw you a fowl.  That was the best place for me, and I want that for everyone, their own best place as a human being. We just can’t have that when all the resources are in the pockets of the demonic (the Gospel of Lebowski.  There are lesser demons out there called Imps (to conjure a German demon), these are the televangelists, the brain washers.  This guy Kenneth Copeland should be on your radar.  Imps may seem unimposing or harmless but they are like the rest, these fucks would syphon the gas out of your car if they could make a buck…these are the false prophets/teachers in our times. I advise caution to anyone inclined towards the phenomenon of televangelism, these are the true blasphemers of the holy spirit, those who invoke it towards personal gain…bad folks people…they prey upon the “meek” (yup, the same ones who are supposed to inherit the earth).


Old Man Trump was a demon too, but I’ll get into that another time, It’s 5am and it’ll be fun to see if any of this makes any sense…

We’re dragging our knuckles again

BakeryNo doubt!  These corporate assholes wanna use me to fuel their machine? If you think you’re not a tool too then chances are that’s just the tip of the iceberg as far as your delusions are concerned.  Maybe you just don’t give a fuck and are proud of the smile they’ve tattooed on your face.  Are you a wanna be glutton and blame your fellow wanna be gluttons (of different colors, religions, backrounds, etc.) for the fact that you’ll never be a full fledged glutton.  Selfish bastards.  Shoulda studied my psychology a bit better and then perhaps I could wrap my head around my own selfishness.  How about this, ever tried to wrap your head around a number like a billion, it’s fuckin huge.  It’s a number tossed around like it’s nothing…makes me think of Carl Sagan (RIP) on the documentary Cosmos…billions and billions talking about something on a galactic scale.  Fuckers got those billions in their back pocket, but the wanna be gluttons, the truly washed of the brain will say they earned it…yeah all by their lonesome huh?  About the only guy who did it on his own was that billion dollar winner of the lottery a couple years back.  The rest of these fucks, sitting nicely in the control booth of our lives, were handed power and privilege.  Your pals, these 0.00001% of humanity, know nothing about how the average human being lives or much less, what it means to work your ass off and still be poor.  Oh, I could go on and on, but the 5 people that read this blog already know what I’m talking about, I hope.  Think about the movie the Matrix (which some have proposed explores Gnostic duality of existence) and where you call home…
Matrix

This post started out years ago, featuring my rip of the 7″ by the band Probot. If you’re not a Dave Grohl fan then they may not be up your alley. I don’t have a real solid opinion of the guy or his art, except that I didn’t really dig the Foo Fighters, even though they had Pat Smear on guitar. A lot of folks don’t dig the guy for whatever reason, but this Probot thing is well worth a listen and he deserves massive points for surrounding himself with some of the hugest figures in metal…each song on the album and this 7″ has different guys in the band and always a different one on vox. Here’s the two tunes off that followed by a vid of them live, which according to the vid, is rare)…
Centuries of Sin (feat. Cronos)
Emerald Law (feat. Wino)

Bromley ContingentStolen from a fucking facebook page, this is the Bromley Contingent, according to that page, very interesting group of folks and a small, important (in my opinion) page in music history, that had a huge ripple effect.  Nutty lookin’ group, yeah?  I bet it was a lot of fun hanging out with the likes of them (1976 I’m assuming).  Makes me think of my own youth as a punk rocker / hardcore punk of sorts, with all my homies, but 10 years or so after this picture was taken.  Punk had fractured into a shit load of little pieces that in turn got bigger and fractured again.  I don’t know what the fuck it’s doing now, except the old timers are touring again (gotta make a buck these days).  The picture reminds me too of this vid my Bro Slam had in college called UK/DK from long about 1982 (I think), a documentary about punks and skins in England.  It’s got all kinds of great bands, the standouts being Varukers, Chaos UK and Disorder.  Great fucking tunes, but sadly and almost comically, it’s studio recordings played over live video.  My favorite part of the interviews (at 34:13) where they’re talking about glue sniffing.  Who the fuck glue sniffs (in the states it’s called huffing)?  I guess when you’re poor and you want to detach, you do what you gotta do.  Sort sad when the interviewer asks this young gal if she glue sniffs and sez “yeah, nearly all my mates do.”  I’ve done every  drug in the book, every way you can do it, except glue sniff (not that I’m better than the glue sniffers…hahhha).

Abwärts.jpgI got this email from Morrison of Neat Neat Neat Records and all it sez is “Thank you!” and attached is a press release…I love it. Most requests for a review involve some kind of generic, please check out this band, they are great, paragraph type of thing, that generally comes from a promotional company. Morrison has chosen the minimalist DIY approach, which I dig. Below is the full press release, very interesting, which is well written like most of them are, but has a little back round on the hassle of getting this bad boy released (again)…

EDISONNeat Neat Neat Records will be reissuing Abwärts’ Amok Koma for the first time ever in the U.S. 250 copies will be available on clear smoke vinyl, while 750 copies will be available on black vinyl. Neat Neat Neat Records will also be including a faithful reproduction of the original 16 page booklet that came with the original German pressing, along with an additional page that will have translated lyrics and a letter from Frank Zeigert. It will be distributed in the US by Think Indie. Street date is 07/19/19 Abwärts may not be a name you recognize, but it’s a name that holds with it a certain musical integrity that only comes around when creative tread has been worn down after decades. Abwärts, which translates to “Downwards” in German, is the name of a West German post-punk band that formed in 1979, just as the postpunk movement was gaining ground. They began as a scrappy punk rock outfit started by Mark Chung and FM Einheit, and made their presence known with the infectious single “Computerstaat”. The single was ranked number one by the German independent charts for nearly a year. The band went into the studio to create their debut, and seminal LP, the post-punk masterpiece Amok Koma (1980). Even though the band continued and continues to this day, the fact that an album like Amok Koma isn’t regarded as an absolute classic in the post-punk canon is a crime. “Maschinenland” is a manic shot of late-60s jangle, mid-70s lower east side art rock, and the thriving German avant garde scene that began a decade earlier with bands like Faust, Kraftwerk, and Popol Vuh. “Karo 1/4 08/15 Hoch 2” is a sonic blast of aggression and punk that’s in and out in less than a minute. “Monday On My Mind” has the swagger of classic Wire with a twist of West German Utilitarianism. Amok Koma would never get a release in the US, or outside of Germany for that matter, leaving ears stateside without the dose of Abwärts they so desperately needed, until now. The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry. In this case, copyrights and album art. Just as things were wrapped up with the Amok Koma reissue, Neat Neat Neat Records label co-head Morrison Agen received a phone call from Pulitzer prize-winning photographer Stanley Forman. Forman shot the famous fire escape photo that donned the cover of the original Abwärts album. Forman wasn’t comfortable with his photo being used. Wanting to respect the wishes of Stanley Forman, Agen did a last minute scramble to try and figure out an alternate front and back cover. Maybe a collage-like cover with elements of the original photo? Something like Robert Pollard would do for a Guided By Voices release? Why not ask Bob Pollard himself to create new album art altogether? A phone call from Morrison to the man himself and now Amok Koma has brand new album art, courtesy of the amazing Bob Pollard. Front art is titled ‘Salute the Sky’, and the back is titled ‘Can You Testify’.

I don’t know much of anything about early 80s German minimalist post punk, except maybe the band Trio (and Kraftwerk for that matter), who fit that bill, I believe, but if you’ve been around here before, you would know I fucking love Trio. Well, Abwärts gets my love as well…I mean what’s there not to love about this, their first album, which has hit after hit of lo-fi simplicity. Discogs doesn’t say much except for, “Influential German Post-Punk group founded in Hamburg/West-Germany in 1979…” Wikipedia has an unfortunately minimalist entry on the band, but it is interesting that after this album a couple of the guys went on to be in Einstürzende Neubauten.  Neat Neat Neat has done us folks a huge service by putting this piece of history back on our turntables.  I was reading other reviews of the original record, time and again, they long for a proper re-release.  Well here it is baby and I had never heard it or heard of it, but I’m on it now and feel one step closer to musical nirvana.  In one review of the (old) album, the blogger quite simply stated, “a very strong and radical piece of music.”  Indeed!  From beginning to end a phenomenal listen, not one dud of a song to be found.  This blogger, somewhat, disagreed, “Abwärts themselves were a standard German Post-Punk band who sang in that slightly annoying German raspy timbre that was well suited for barking orders, but not for singing pop, or Punk; rather grates on the ears. Nonetheless, cheese grater voices aside, the music is reasonably inventive and reminds one of Wire, with bits of Pink Flag and the more punky parts of “Chairs Missing”.  The last sentence I can agree with,. but as far as them being “standard” or “annoying’ I have to disagree…how can you be those things and yet have so much variety in the songs?  I mean it, going from one song to the next you don’t know what you’re going to get.  This last blogger was spot on, “Slashing, angular guitars that remind me of Gang of Four or Wire, robotic rhythms that recall Public Image Ltd, Swell Maps, Fire Engines… it’s a damn shame that these records remain obscure. If that early 80’s art/punk Rough Trade sound gets you going, this is for you.”  I feel fortunate to have gotten the call to give this a spin, it’s grand to be educated and entertained at the same time.  Of course I preordered the more limited smoky one…fucking eh!  If’n you want put something historically important and highly digable, then go get yours at the Neat Neat Neat Records website HERE

…he brought home the bacon, so that, no one knew…

JJWas going through old drafts of posts, which was interesting (in my own little world). I failed a lot of folks on reviews as there was a bunch of half written shit that never got posted (important behind the scenes stuff). Over a hundred drafts of half formed shit, not quite a healthy turd, but not totally watered down either. Deleted some them that just made no sense anymore, but there might be some I will salvage in the coming months. This was originally going to be a post about a 7″ that I had by the band Janitor Joe.  Am Rep for reals, these guys slay it. Never understood the whole genre being called “Noise” as I thought the sound really defined it’s self in the how musically accomplished some of these bands were…more like a post punk jazzy kind of thing (then again I never thought of “Grunge” as sounding grungy). On a side note the bass player, who was out-fucking-standing, sadly, is a member of the 27 Club. Anyway, a nice live set below that includes both the songs on the 7″, I believe…

phonoHad a decent stereo set up back in the day, but it has taken me many years to get where I’m at today, which is just dandy. Got a mish mash of components, that all together make a better than average sound system. You should have seen my setup when I started this blog 11 years ago…in my first world way, I spent a little time complaining about it.  I was just trying to learn how to rip records and cassettes, and get into this silly music blog dream. The only thing left from the old system is the 5 disc CD changer, that is pretty much obsolete and I don’t foresee getting used, but the turntable sits nicely on top of it.  Was listening to some…you guessed it…Slayer, earlier, in the form of the Reign In Blood demo ( recent purchase from my bootleg guy and was quite pleased.  RIB was the last Slayer album I cared about and this is demo stuff is immensely good, better than the album, just cuz I prefer a less polished sound. Of course it’s on you fucking tube, so you too can compare, but my boot sounds even better…
stereo

A lot of rain lately here in NoWhere Kansas, and elsewhere, made me think of this silly nursery rhyme…
Rain, rain go away
Come again another day.
Rain, rain go away
Little Johnny wants to play.

Alt. lyrics…

Rain rain go away,
Come again another day.
Little Johnny wants to play;
Rain, rain, go to Spain,
Never show your face again!

That never show your face again part is pretty harsh, almost like a curse, a little kid casting an evil spell. We were, and elsewhere, in a drought and now it’s this 40 days and 40 nights kinda thing. I’d like to read up on this global warming thing in more detail, but I have a feeling it would just leave me depressed. We’ve left this ever increasingly hideous world for future generations…our kids and their kids, I fear are in for quite a ride. Meanwhile…micro plastics!
2019 John BrownAnybody know who this fella was…the most important figure in post-colonization Kansas? This was taken at the capital several months back when I went there for work to advocate for persons with Intellectual/Developmental Disabilities…

Cindy WlsonCindy Wilson of the B-52’s, a heartthrob of mine as a youth. A lot of humor in their songs, but it seems like in those early tunes, there was an underlying sadness in her voice…

Was on a Smiths kick early this morning, which inevitably leads to some kind of self pity. Funny though, got to thinking about it and the best Smiths line, from the song Handsome Devil, is, “let me get my hands, on your mammary glands.” Creepy way of saying it, in fact, next time you’re feeling frisky with your lady friend, you might mention that. I had a friend who was a stripper by trade (never knew her by her stripper name, she was always just Jen to me), she asked me, “Justin, how do you like tits on a woman.” I told her, I have no preference, and then I thought about it and jokingly told her, bouncing up and down in front of my face. She was always nice to me when she saw me despite the FACT that I was an ugly person at that time and did ugly things to people. I could easily say it was the alcoholism, but the reality was it was me. I hope she is well. In fact I hope you are all well, if you’re feeling down, I hope for once in your life you get what you want (as long as you’re not fucking someone else over in the process)…

Not the most PC title or literal subject matter (what the fuck do you want, it was something like 40 years ago), but the tune for me is about leading an apparently normal life, but having a secret…he brought home the bacon, so that, no one knew.

Memorial Day is a somber holiday for me, but everyone has their take on what you’re supposed to do on any given day, it seems like.  As far as I’m concerned, do whatcha gotta do, ya know.  No graveyards for me today, I’ve got them at my house…
2019 Memorial Day

sins of the Father…

bookmark1Mom had this thing back in the day, she would send my Son books, mostly fantasy, along with a note and what she called a bookmark ($10 or $20). Liam was going through some of the books he had still at his Mom’s house to take up to the apartment he is going to be moving into with his gal, and when he picked up a book about European history it opened to the page in in the photo above. Brought tears to my eyes when he sent me the pic, because I immediately recognized the scenario and then I teared up again when he called and we talked about it. Mom would be proud of him with where he’s at today, maybe a little worried that he was a bartender, but proud and thrilled that he still was an avid reader. I was an avid reader in my youth as well, not so much these days unless you count graphic novels. And then when Liam was born I read to him every night, even though 90% of the time by the time he was ready for bed I was drunk and would slur my words as I read to him (big time regret to this day).  He did do me a huge solid the other day and told me that despite some of the drunk shit I pulled in his youth that he loved me and appreciated me as a Father…put me on top of the world when he told me that.
PLASMATICSIt’s almost 3am as I’m typing this part of the post and I’m feeling Plasmatic-y. Don’t know if I ever passed this on after mentioning these guys and gal a thousand times on here, but the first time I remember hearing them was on the Rodney on the ROQ show long about 1981 and it was the tune Masterplan. I was 12 and thought what Wendy was singing was “mashablan, mashablan, mashablan” and yes it made no sense to me either, but I fucking loved it. It’s one of those ones that got stuck in my head, MASHABLAN! MASHABLAN! MASHABLAN!!! Still love that shit. Probably my favorite release of theirs that I dig to this day is Metal Priestess…it’s an EP so unfortunately short, but not a dud on there and I would say it is the first crossover album (prove me wrong, please). It’s a toss up as to which tune is my favorite, Lunacy or Doom Song…check Wendy and the guys doing their thing on SCTV with non other than John Candy (Gil Fisher)…


As I was surfing through Plasmatics vids/tunes I came across this interesting cover (sorta) of Masterplan…

And then fuck you tube in it’s wisdom led me to the band Pentacle (I’ve said it before, those logarithms they use are sometimes spot on in suggesting something pretty damn cool). Outta the loop sometimes on shit, there’s just a shit ton of fantastic music out there just waiting for you to listen and I’ll be damned if these folks rip it up with some serious skills back in 1972 when this was recorded. Ever heard of them? I will have to investigate further…

So what else is going on? That’s how you know that a conversation is coming to an end or sometimes a diversion in the conversations, a subject change.
HarpyThe subject now is the Harpy Eagle, pretty rad looking bird, makes me think of my pal Shawn who started out as an ornithologist and now holds a PHd in some kind of animal science.  When he came out to see Weedeater and Corrosion of Conformity with me he would take time every day to do birding, we did so at a rest stop along the way, looking out for different species of birds in Northwest Kansas and Eastern Colorado…the high plains.  I talked to him about it not too long ago and told him that his senses and perceptions were heightened beyond that of average folks.  He could catch a fleeting glimpse of something and make an observation based on that micro instant.  It’s skill that he’s honed over the decades.  Somehow I think human being once had that skill as well, a part of survival, but civilization has made it unnecessary.  Sad in a way that we don’t have that connection anymore…

suffering servant1My suffering servant crucifix that I identify more with rather than the angelic neatly blemished ones.  This Pope that’s in power at the moment has said some things that I agree with as far as what I think Jesus really was about, but of course he’s still got some serious issues.  I’ve asked a few Catholic friends how they felt about the fact that with all this abuse that has come to light (shit’s been going on since the dawn of the church) yet he has not come out with a statement harshly condemning any of it and coming up with some kind of plan to deal with it.  Most of these friends agree that he needs to stand up loudly against this systemic abuse.  I blame Paul and his systemization of Christ’s philosophy (go figure a Pharisee would do something like that).  The church became this sick demonic entity fracturing at times into more sick demonic entities (after all, let’s be fair, there are the same types of abuses going on in the Protestant churches as well…real common among so called fucking youth ministers). Sew the seeds of abuse and of course what you reap is a cycle of abuse.  Evil begets evil and it transcends generations.  My pal Darryl and I were talking the other day about the “sins of the father” verses in the Bible.  Crazy but true…

“Keeping steadfast love for thousands, forgiving iniquity and transgression and sin, but who will by no means clear the guilty, visiting the iniquity of the fathers on the children and the children’s children, to the third and the fourth generation.” Exodus 34:7

Where inequity = grossly unfair behavior.  In other word if you’re parents were pieces of shit, there’s a good chance the cards are stacked against you and you’re going to be a piece of shit too.  That God of the old testament was a loving sort,, but meaner than shit if you crossed his path…

“The Lord is slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love, forgiving iniquity and transgression, but he will by no means clear the guilty, visiting the iniquity of the fathers on the children, to the third and the fourth generation.” Numbers 14:18

…and then, in contrast (aka, a contradiction, if you’re one of those infallible bible thumpin’ sorts)…there is hope in the prophet Ezekiel…

“Yet you say, ‘Why should not the son suffer for the iniquity of the father?’ When the son has done what is just and right, and has been careful to observe all my statutes, he shall surely live. The soul who sins shall die. The son shall not suffer for the iniquity of the father, nor the father suffer for the iniquity of the son. The righteousness of the righteous shall be upon himself, and the wickedness of the wicked shall be upon himself.” Ezekiel 18:19-20

Some folks have this hole they inherit that’s just too deep, too grossly unfair to transcend.  Can you imagine being a child born in some war zone, someplace like Afghanistan that has had serious conflict and senseless death going on for generations now…FUCT is what you are.  Some folks are just cursed from the day they were born.

Let’s finish this off with some classic Pack AD, highly recommended, love these gals…

Sleaford Mods – Jolly Fucker

infiniteEver the GIF-whore, now I steal them from fucking Facebook and instead of sharing them at that fucking place, I bring them to my home away from home, where animated GIFs have been the norm for ages. This one reminds me of another one I posted many moons ago, sort of a representation of the hustle and bustle of life, the interconnectedness of human existence, seemingly chaotic but ultimately ordered. For better or worse, purposeful. My purpose is this place and it’s music. A buddy of mine has been mentioning these guys for some time now now, still haven’t figured out if he was being sarcastic about digging them (the limited nature of communication that is confined to written text). This is the first song I heard by them and I was thoroughly impressed. Minimal, intelligent, angry, snotty in a way that only the English can manage. Less than 2.5 minutes of your time…

Promote yourself, look like a cunt.
Vodka parties. Cushioned walls in a shit club.
I ‘aint bothered where it goes, I’ve got a job,
I’ll rot away in the aisles of the Co-op mate, no prob.
French Fancies, Mr Kipling, acid dances.
Let’s laugh at local record plants,
Elitist hippies, arrogant cunts, Ian Beale, tight trunks,
Tight pants, grammar wanker. Walk the plank, pirate mankey.
Sixty kids, where’s mine? Wasting money on shit coffee all the time.
Fish fingers, take the batter off. I can’t believe you had kids. Fuck off!

Jolly fucker! Jolly fucker! Jolly fucker! Mr Jolly Fucker!

Lamp Light Boogie. Re-press, re-press.
Bus cunt. Move then, mate. Move for fucks sake!
The machine goes bleep. Ticketless. Sheep.
Baa baa crack sheep. Have you any rock?
EDL twat. Tommy used to work on the dock. Union went all white. He fuckin’ loved it.
Take it down, there. Take it down, there. Camouflage. Humpty Dumpty. Crusades.
Blood on the hands of working class rage.

Jolly fucker! Jolly fucker! Jolly fucker! Mr Jolly Fucker!

Why do I walk on City and Guilded splinters?
Digital time boards on the new Public Shitters.
Soft dips in hard roads. Curry Night. I’d better watch my words.
Two Pint Bull and loads of Office Turds.
Push in. Don’t push me! I was here first, you cunt! Can’t you fuckin’ see?

Jolly fucker! Jolly fucker! Jolly fucker! Mr Jolly Fucker!

(So Mr. Williamson, what have you done to find gainful employment since your last signing on date?)

FUCK ALL!

19.4- top
18.6- middle Rob?
19.2- top
18.4 mate, middle

[Chorus]
Jobseeker!
Can of Strongbow, I’m a mess
Desperately clutching onto a leaflet on depression
Supplied to me by the NHS
It’s anyone’s guess how I got here
Anyone’s guess how I’ll go
I suck on a roll-up – pull your jeans up
Fuck off, I’m going home

Jobseeker!

So Mr. Williamson, what have you done in order to find gainful employment
Since your last signing on date?
Fuck all
I’ve been sat around the house wanking
And I want to know why you don’t serve coffee here
My signing on time is supposed to be ten past eleven
It’s now twelve o’clock
And some of you smelly bastards need executing

Mr. Williamson your employment history looks quite impressive
I’m looking at three managerial positions you previously held with quite
Reputable companies, isn’t this something you’d like to go back to?
Nah, I’d just end up robbing the fucking place
You’ve got a till full of 20s staring at you all day
I’m hardly going to bank it
I’ve go drugs to take, and a mind to break
Jobseeker!

[Chorus]