Poetry and Politics

by Tommy Mackay

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released February 26, 2015

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Scottish comedy performer and editor of The Daily Reckless - the paper that sings the news.

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Track Name: Poetry and Politics
POETRY AND POLITICS

Here come Liz Lochead
Our Scottish makar
Expressing an opinion
So some fools tried to attack her

With half cocked rhetoric and half a brain
But poetry and politics remain

She joined the SNP
Some people don't agree
They think it's possible
To claim neutrality

But even with no party and no shame
Poetry and politics remain

Sometimes it's hard
To believe
That there are people out there who can't conceive

that even if you're clinically insane
Poetry and politics remain

take it away fretboy....

I'm not a poet
I'm not going to even rhyme that
The status quo it
always will dictate that

even with no rhyme and no refrain
Poetry and politics remain

Saying you're apolitical
Is being political
Senses working undertime
Verging on critical

cos even with no rhyme and no refrain
Poetry and politics remain
Track Name: Slab Boys
SLab Boys

Creepy Jim, creepy Jim
Stands on a crate pontificating
Evil crow from the Brothers Grimm
Face like a horse
Can we reign him in?

SLAB!

Creepy Jim, creepy Jim
Tells us lies, he thinks we're dim
Lots of expenses for him to skim
Envies sexy socialism

SLAB!

Gordon Brown, Gordon Brown
His crocodile smile is just a frown
Sold out the Scots for an ermine gown
Reset! Reset!
Vow! Vow! Vow!

SLAB!

Scottish Labour, Scottish Labour
Lied to do Tories a favour
Smith Commish, Smith Commish
All the powers were a streak o pish

SLAB!
Track Name: Curran Have A Go If You Think You're Hard Enough
Curran Have A Go If You Think You're Hard Enough

Well a wahnt ti have a party for the Smith Commission
(Curran have a go if you think you're hard enough)
But first I'll have to get Ed Miliband's permission
(Curran have a go if you think you're hard enough)
I really try to keep a civil head in my tongue
(Curran have a go if you think you're hard enough)
But I'm really really struggling since the referendum
(Curran have a go if you think you're hard enough) - which we won!

Curran everybody
Fight like the Beastie Boys
For the right of the Labour Party
Curran feel the noize

I like to think I'm tough and I stand for the working classes
(Curran have a go if you think you're hard enough)
But everybody knows we just go where the middle mass is
(Curran have a go if you think you're hard enough)
The mainstream media stood with me
(Curran have a go if you think you're hard enough)
Solidly against the SNP
(Curran have a go if you think you're hard enough)

Curran everybody
Fight like the Beastie Boys
For the right of the Labour Party
Curran feel the noize

Curran - I lean to the right
Curran - I lean to the right
Track Name: 99% of Little England Love Nigel Farage
99% of Little England love Nigel Farage

99% of Little England love Nigel Farage
He's a cross between a gargoyle and a bullfrog at large
It should be pronounced 'Faridge,' I don't say 'gararge'
You won't find him in Claridges, or should I say 'Clararge'

Oh he's a cheeky chappy millionaire
If you want to drop him a line
He's a permanent fixture on BBC's Question Time
He's always in a pub, I bet he drinks lager and lime
Cos he's such a fucking dick he makes Russell Brand look like Einstein

Quest que c'est?
Fa - fa - fa - fa- fa
Fa - fa- fa- Farage
If you're stuck in traffic you can blame foreigners
If it's raining men you can blame the gay bars
Track Name: Pink Bus
Pink Bus

They got their cheesy weasel words and they can kiss the babies
They got their laminated lanyards and they love the ladies
They will bend over backwards
They'll spin into the ground
They'll sell yer granny for an HSBC pound

They got Ed Balls
And Miliband's pus
Dinnae get me started on the Labour Pink Bus

They could be culpable and empathetic if they needed
To win pathetic headlines cos they once succeeded
In pulling wool over the gullible's eyes
They profit, they warmonger and privatise

I think they could be more obsequious and patronising
If their political broadcasts were more like advertising
Pills for constipation, get half-naked slurping coke
Everybody do the Eins Swie Drei Boak

Eins Swie Drei Boak
Track Name: Ed Miliband's Dad
Ed Miliband's Dad

Paul Dacre, Paul Dacre, the coward
The Daily Mail keeps him empowered
It's about time that he was deflowered
Paul Dacre refuses to bite
That’s right
Paul Dacre and all the far right

They all hate
Ralph Miliband, Ralph Miliband
And his son, Ed
Ralph Miliband, Ralph Miliband
Marxist and dead
Pounding away, pounding away
Pissing on the grave
Of Ed Miliband's dad - oh how brave

It’s such an ugly paper
80 years ago
All they would say
Every day Black shirts are great
Ed Miliband's dad
Hate, hate, hate
Track Name: The Diary of Damian McBride
The Diary Of Damian McBride

Well gather round people
and listen to this
I am a chief in the civil service
I kept a black book on Lord John Reid
And led Gordon Brown along on a tight lead

singing hi hi ho it's a diary
on my way to the Daily Mail
hi hi ho it's a diary
100,000 smackers coming my way

I've no pals at my table and mud on the floor
there's bears in the area and wolves at the door
their singing a song about Damian McBride
who goes out a-trapping and then tails their hide

hi hi hey it's a diary
on my way to an unmarked grave
hi hi hey it's a diary
on my way to a rain filled grave

They say I'm despicable and won't answer my calls
I've got them by the Miliband and the Balls
The searchers will come and find they can't hide
The emails they deleted from Damian McBride

hi hi hey it's a watery day
spinning my way to an unhappy grave
hi hi hey it's the New Labour way
who will remember the emails you saved?

i'm in over your head
Track Name: O Come All Ye Pundits
O Come All Ye Pundits

Christ, it's hard to watch Iain Duncan Smith on TV
Without throwing a brick - I'm sure you'll agree
And this seems to be happening more frequently
Bring back the test card in the morning

In the world of the media, the media is king
They'd report on reporting if that was a thing
We just want some facts, we get Nick Robinson
Bring back the test card in the morning

O come all ye pundits
Show's yer speculation
It's stopped being fun it's
Depressing the fuck out of us

There are gardeners and chefs eating grubs in the jungle
And radio castaways who Kirsty Young'll
Be reminiscing with 'bout Geoffrey and Bungle
Bring back the test card in the morning

Politics, sport, music and movies
There's always some gobshite who's all out to prove he's
The best on Luc Goddard or The Flamin Groovies
Bring back the test card in the morning

O come all ye pundits
Show us yer speculation
It's stopped being fun it's
Depressing the fuck out of us

O come all ye pundits
Joyless and triumphalist
Stuff your smug rejoinders
Just stick to the facts

O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him
Robert Peston
Track Name: Marr, He's Making Lies At Me
Marr, He's Making Lies At Me

Marr, he's making lies at me
Marr, he's no awfy nice to me
Marr, he is breakin' guidelines
Of the BBC
Mercy! Let my conscience guide me!
Marr, he wants to harry me
Stuff yer license fee
Every minute he gets bolder
His bark's worse than Noddy Holder
Marr, he's dissing me
Track Name: Ride A White Van
Ride A White Van

Ride a white van like the people of Rochester
Things can only get worse
You used to drive a truck through the policies at Westminster
Now you drive a hearse

I remember when you stood up for the workers
And equality too
Now you Red Tories are just like The Lurkers -
Ain't got a clue

Daily Record vow
That, that, that
Gordon Brown
That, that, that
You're aw a streak o pish
That, that, that
Stick yer Smith Commish
That, that, that
Emily Thornberry
That, that, that
Typical Tory
That, that, that
Miliband and Balls
That, that, that
Ya fucking China dolls...
Track Name: F.A.S.C.I.S.T
F-A-S-C-I-S-T

The BBC and UKIP sitting in a tree!
F-A-S-C-I-S-T!

BBC to Farage - Would you like to be
Constantly on BBC QT

F-A-R-A-G-E-B-B-C-U-K-I-P
F-A-S-C-I-S-T

Calling Mister Farage with the swastika tattoo,
There is a vacancy waiting in the English voodoo,
Carving "V" for vandal on Cameron's head.
Fash fash