Fight My Battles For Me

© pagan wanderer lu 2008

Anger Management

Iím always picking fights with people in my head
over things that donít even happen
situations that grate I just extrapolate
and I want to turn and vent my spleen at them
Iím always on the point of rage as I go through my life
I just wanna spew invective to the left and the right
and Iím such a misanthrope that I havenít a hope
that Iíll ever cheer up inside

Is there a way of staying angry and not feeling pathetic
that I never get myself in a fight?
Is there a way of staying angry and not sometimes believing
that itís cos Iím fucking up my life?
Is there a way of staying angry and not convincing myself
that the other guys are in the right?
Is there a way of staying angry and not feeling pathetic
that I never turn round and fight?

Anger is an energy that I canít afford to lose
Itís the only thing that keeps me creating
Itís the only thing I can use

So I always bite my tongue and itís just as well
cos Iíd probably get a reputation
If I opened up my lips and acted out the scripts
that my brain keeps generating
Iíll be some weird old man who talks to himself
and shouts slogans in the shopping centre
at the successful mums and dads with their carrier bags
who kid themselves that this is contentment.

The Gentlemenís Game

Matthew is bleeding from his mouth
The knuckles of the hands he shook
They knocked him down
The Asylum Seekers had a shit goalkeeper
And the Young Offenders had some crap defenders
Well who won the match?
You knowÖ. I canít remember

Working as a volunteer referee
Itís not your job to keep the peace
Youíd think asylum seekers would be peaceful people
And that young offenders would have to keep their temper
Well who started the fight?
You knowÖ. I canít remember

What you fucking Raqiís doing in our country anyway?
Fuck you, motherfucker. We can kick your asses any day
Take out your aggression on the pitch
This is a gentlemanís game

We all love to live vicariously
Through the sporting achievements of our country
But if an asylum seeker could be England keeper
Then our team winning would just lose all meaning
And a kick in the mouth
Well that could just be the beginningÖ..

We are all volunteers
(we do what we want when we want to)
Even the ones who donít really live here

Matthew is bleeding from his mouth
The knuckles of the hands he shook
They knocked him down

Good Christian/Bad Christian

On Sunday my heart stops
My children born in wedlock
Caucasians/Eurasians
Who will protect our nation?
Sweet Jesus/Crowd Pleasers
We thank you for your business
Good Christian/Bad Christian
Come to my door with leaflets

I come to you with plans to be your leader
I come to you to sing "I'm a believer"
Good Christian/Bad Christian
Baghdad can't tell the difference

Anne Coulter/Cucumber
To pledge just call this number
Salvation/Train Stations
Tax deductible donations
No piercings No dreadlocks
My children born in wedlock
Disparage gay marriage
2000 year old adage

I come to you with plans to be your leader
I come to you to sing "I'm a believer"
Good Christian/Bad Christian
Baghdad can't tell the difference

When you're singing your songs I'm a believer
When you're dropping your bombs I'm a believer
Good Christian/Bad Christian
No God only religion

(You & Me and) Winston Churchill

You and me and Winston Churchill
went out to the woods one day
packed up all the picnic gear and got a keg along the way
and settled in a leafy glade and passed a joint around
and Winston played us protest songs until the sun went down
he sang...

"I love my dog like a human being
take him for walks and make sure that i feed him
and he has grown into my best friend in the end."

You and me and Winston Churchill
got a house in Notting Hill
Winston got a sales job
and gorged himself on Prozac 'til
he couldn't find his dog no more
no matter where he looked
so he locked himself inside a room
with Albert Camus books
and said...

"I don't speak French but I see no reason
to not read these words when my life has no meaning
without my dog I am not the same man I was..."

You and me and Winston Churchill
went to a rave on ecstacy
He said "these brightly coloured lights and bangin' tunes do not one thing for me"
and then out of the crowd
we heard a bark resound
pawsteps came towards us we saw Winston reunited with his hound
he said...

"I love my dog like a human being
take him for walks and make sure that I feed him
and he has grown into my best friend in the end."

Love thy dog like a human being
take him for walks and make sure that you feed him
and he will grown into your best friend you can depend

The Tree of Knowledge

Popplewell, Tillotson, Leverhulme, Gandalf

Teacher! Teacher!
Spray the foam on the...
Spray the foam on the boyís pectoral

The Tree of Knowledge grows from barren ground here
The apples fall from the trees in the distance
Read the names on the corridors of power
Engorged phalluses with rich parents

Thick, strong planks in the walls of a boysí club
Our education - there is none finer
The hierarchy of sin is implicit
Heaven forfend you go near a vagina

My school reunion is not gonna happen
The Tree of Knowledge can fuck my apples
I took a bite now I canít stay happy
The Tree of Knowledge can fuck my apples

Pray yourself to the top of the ladder
Only the chosen return to the garden
Make racist jokes until the asian kids join in
Christians like you are why God invented lions

These are the best days of our livesÖ
Well you ruined mine

2.0///The Bridge of Sighs

Startup chimes, cross the Rio de Palazzo
Boats go by, but Iím looking through the wrong window
Sentenced to life, I can stop anytime I want to
But Iíll press F5 just one more timeÖ

I am friends with everyone youíre friends with on the internet
I canít believe weíve never even met!

Two-point oh Ė The Bridge of Sighs
I canít remember what happened to my life
The sun is shining but only offline
The bridge of sighs

Logic Lane, weíre all lonesome mathematicians
Our deadly sins, gluttons gorged on information
Everyone knows everything stroke believes everything theyíre told
two-point-oh the bridge of sighs

And if life is just a simulation
happening at the end of time
compiled from quantum information
from every single beam of light
that ever bounced of everything
converging on a point of infinitely shrinking size
then heavenís just a bridge of sighs

Stop Traveller! Stop and Read!

Andy, youíre breathing through your mouth
The fire in you is gonna be put out
youíre paying your attention in all the wrong directions
Your future youíre going to put in doubt

Stop! O traveller stop and read!
These carved words of warning Ė pay them heed!
Abandon hope all ye who enter Ė remain a lone dissenter
For itís comfort and companionship you need

When all your old school enemies and friends
are doing proper jobs
Youíre never going to earn as much as them
Donít it piss you off?
Youíre living an unrealistic dream
But still living it seems
And if you feel the bubbleís going to burst
Stick a pin in first

And I donít feel I ever have to learn
Thereís a troll under every bridge I burn
I got an education and hence my occupation
Is to never have an idea where to turn

They get angry and put you in your place
And the smile is wiped right off your face
You used to enjoy travelling but now youíre just unravelling
slack-jawed and starting into space

The Memorial Hall

Left to your own devices
You will forget the Memorial Hall
See in the faded newsprint
Thumbs up from the Pals
as they wave us goodbye
And I've got a girl back home
I wrote her a letter I don't suppose
I'll get a reply I only hope
she'll remember my name

Poppies we buy to remember
They sell to forget in Afghnistan
With our faith in the hands of bricklayers
We know we can sleep deep inside its walls
And as I dance in your hands tonight
and those walls shake with our dancing inside
We understand that our tribute's alright
Except that there will be more

Now we remember the disco
They're holding tonight at the Memorial Hall
I hope to meet eyes with your sister
As she stands like a flower by the plaque, by the wall
But the alcohol kicks in and somehow instead
the words on the plaque just take over my head
I think I shouldn't be dancing with so many dead
But I'm wrong

If there's a point to the fighting
any point at all
It's so we can dance in the Memorial Hall

And if drunkenness leads us to conflict
'Supporting the Troops' versus 'Not in my Name'
Someone gets bored change the subject
Before I explain how they can be the same
If we don't get revenge then the Bad Guys have won
If the winners aren't good guys that's what they become
The only point in life is just to have fun
But you're wrong

If there's a point to the fighting
any point at all
It's so we can dance in the Memorial Hall

Simple Life/Repetition 4

Do I seek a simple life?
Or is there life enough in these chords for two?
Do I seek a simple life?
Or is there life in these chords for me and Lu...?
This brand new dance ainít so easy to do

Itís easy to say "create if you want to"
There arenít enough hours in the day to create it all
We all seek a simple life
Some will dance and some will fight
Learn to dream with depression
Boil life's questions down until they become
Endless usable fragments of...
Can music ever replace God?

And if we're all just machines
For replicating genes
Then what the hell can any of this mean?

I wish I was on medication
So I had something to stop taking
And I feel deep inside
There is nothing deep inside
Just a black space behind my eyes
And I sleep in her hands
And my conscience flows like sand
Through the pinch in the glass of my life

I am just machine
(we're all just machines)

We are all machines for dancing

And when I lose my faith in song
Your love's what keeps me strong

Ten Cities is not a european tour

I found London
I wasn't looking hard
say
it like
you used to live in cardboard
suitcase packed
red alert: turban
take me away
Wednesday: foreign currency
respite from stores I know
and this isn't progress
this is fear

My feet are cut to ribbons
I cannot find my sister
please take me home, Mister
Distance, it comes between us
they come to drink my genius
please take me home, Mister

"Healthcare is a right not a privilige"
I'm sure another singer could do better than this
I'm sensible
but I'm not your bitch
Jingle Jangle bitches give you nothing but lip
lip service to the services you should have been born with
this is not good enough, is it?
come on

When you work work work
take your time time time
this is work work work
get it right right right
oh work is now the meaning of your life
keep your eye eye eye
on the clock clock clock
we are men men men
we are not not not
contraptions
there is no such thing as work

my feet are cut to ribbons
i cannot find my sister
please take me home mister

England Expects

Nothing's gonna happen
to your friends and family
if you don't tow the line
Nothing's gonna happen
to your unborn children
If the community dies

Do whatever England expects you to do
please forward this message to ten friends and you
will be safe from harm
always
"as far as I can see you're a going chaos"
"I'll give you a fariground ride"
Just because the programme has changed don't panic

Lay your infants down here (we all tow the line)
bathe them in this fountain
(and please close your eyes)
Respect our ethnic mixture (we all tow the line)
a moderate ensemble
(we all stoke the fire)

Knots

I've been keeping secrets
Through my face and through my fingers
If there's no true heart to the island
Am I leaving?
Why am I leaving>

Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh...
Stop being such a dick

I have carved your name in stone
I have cursed it to the heavens
and my fingers have tied so many knots
that I canít tell if theyíre holding us together

Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh...
Stop being such a dick

(track 13)

My grandmother died
with eyes in the back of her head
called a bombscare on the monarch
off the back of a nightmare
Now I'm asleep again
She is closing in
My body cooling in your arms
I am ripples on the waves
Be brave

Pockets in Shrouds

Your cadaverís looking great old friend
much the way that I remember you
You didnít live fast, you didnít die young
But youíre leaving in a good looking suit

The omniscient narrator records
the congregation indifferently sits
though well attended your service lacks grief
merely a showreel of your greatest hits

And letís pretend I have one last cigarette
That can call you back
from the absolute perspective of death
and talk as if we were still friends
go over the Ďremember when?ís
Your cadaver looks great but Iíll dance at your wake tonight

And it didnít have to be this way
insert image of swingsets and slides
and itís not because you sold me out
I never thought myself something to buy
But did £££ and ker-chings block out
the inconvenience of the sensory plain?
Though karma may yet be bought off
by stealing from the church collection plate

And letís pretend I have been called to attest
Should you ascend on high or be cast down into the depths?
Iíll vouch always for who you once were
but never for what you became
Your cadaver looks great but Iíll dance at your wake tonight

Millionaires Need People Like You

Pretty as a picture
Clutching a brightly coloured spritzer
bedecked with a paper umbrella
Not saying a word

I ask her if she ever wonders if she really enjoys her life

But how can I presume to know
what someone else thinks?
How can I presume to knowÖ?
I think Iíve had too much to drink

Propping up the economy
cos you donít know what else to do
Thatís why millionaires
need people like you

I donít need you to fight my battles for me

All lyrics written by Andy Regan
©2004-2008