Ballads for Brexit
 
 
 

 

1

Address

About to make your first address

crowds like pixels on your television set

and your sweat, your sweat.

 

Lives depend on me,

eyes ascend on me

my son

my wife

  the friends I'll see.

 

One man’s fear is another man’s joke

crack, quip, fire and stoke

stoke

stoke

stop.

 

It's not what I am or what I will become; but what.

 

What becomes of me, if I turn and run.

 

Open your mouth, hold on to your belt,

“wa-wa-welcome to Wimpy sir, how may I help?”


 

2

Commute

Eyes locked upon the concrete slabs

gravity ties the eyes to the the grey mirrors of your life.

 

Head-hunched by the weight of the day

head hunted before it's begun.

 

LinkedIn, synced in with the apathetic sway of the marching

sardines.

 

Commute, mute, deaf to the dawn song

expressionless on the less express.

 

Trade a smile, if you dare

give them nothing, just get there.


 

3

Wonderful Curse

What a wonderful curse

to close the gap of distant friends in a single tap

face to face has no app.

 

A world of backseat fantasy

where nature rendered in 2D

replaces mucky hands and knees

and breathlessness that's well received.

 

An endless knowledge of masterly minds

history stored for all of time

learnt not lived

a modern mime.

 

Pen and paper etch further away

as backlit screens and servers display

I'll strain my eyes

get more done in the day

as Mother Time ticks away.

 

Efficiency, is now your pay.

 

What a wonderful curse

to have it all

in idle screens

and miss the call

for greater things in sacrifice

above, beyond, the next device.


 

4

Number One

I’m a one-hit wonder

wondering how life could serve up this blunder.

 

I’m a one-hit wonder

but the problem is

 it stole my thunder.

 

Now I’m a memory

a distant melody

they’ll never see there’s more to me.

 

Started with a bang

I never even wanted to join that gang

you’re in through thick and thin

respect is your mistress and fear is a sin.

 

You don’t know what it’s like

a punch is a handshake in some of them’s sight.

 

My life was full of risks

dancing on switchblades and running in mist

 but was it worth all of this?

 

Altercation sensation

clapped up

trapped up over one slap up

slip up.

 

He wasn’t meant to die

 hunched over a step bleeding eye to eye.

He should’ve kept quiet

and I should have never

ever

 gone to that riot.

 

I’m a one hit wonder

but inside here

 I’m just another number.


 

5

Rollercoaster

Dip,

as we move along the track

the ride is more exciting but the money's getting crap.

 

Paying the price for people of past

rich men laugh, the poor harassed.

 

It's a long climb time to the top whilst everything soars against the

drop.

  

Double dip,

here we go again,

if you want to survive, be creative men.

Re-session the session, buckle stretch and belt,

and we're out

 

to an uncomfortable exit.

 Leave the riders behind

our views misaligned,

 

and like a fine cheese that meets the rind

 bitterness lingers amongst a crowd interlinked.

I thought it would be fine to bring a drink.


 

6

All Eyes

I am the centre of attention

like a golden deity

people pay for me

sway for me

adjust their day for me.

 

It’s a dangerous place to become comfortable.

 

Vultures wait for me

prey and bait me

waiting for a slip

until they find another drip

an intravenous high until the next guy.

 

I am at the centre of a tension.


 

7

Relate

You may be intelligent, but can you relate.

You may be successful, but can you relate.

You may be rich, but can you relate.

 

Because a person detached drives me irate.

I do not rate a person detached.

 

You say you’re here to help but we've never spoken,

you’re a face for a body that doesn’t realise it's broken.

 

I need help but you need it first,

you’d need to walk in these boots to understand thirst.

 

You say you make a difference with a stroke of your pen,

but I need a sword to get out of this den.

 

You’re on my side, but you’ve never been on my side.

 

Born apart from pride, in the jungle I hide.

Whilst you atop your ivory throne you suck the gelatine from every bone.

 

I, like a paper napkin that cowers from gravy, because the stains of life

have laid it on thick lately.

 

And you expect me to thank you greatly.