Wanted!  Alt-country, Folk-punk, Blues/Americana-type artists/bands – Could you set (one of, or some of) these original lyrics to music ?

If you like Protest Songs based on real life experiences …and artists like Dylan, Seasick Steve, Gaslight Anthem, Springsteen, then these lyrics might be for you…

The ‘Comments’ under our reviews on LTW are usually populated with insults and congratulations, spam and abuse… but occasionally you get an interesting one, like this….

I am a 61 year old factory worker who lives near Garden Prarie, Illinois. I have always enjoyed writing, mostly political or historical stuff. Beginning in 2013, I began to write a bunch of poems. (below) , You’ll find a few of my earliest compositions along with my latest efforts. It’s been fun!  Since then, I have been on a search to find someone who likes my words enough to music-ize them.

Here’s hoping that you are the one. 
Best Wishes, 
TIM MILLS

He listed his address and phone number (I assume because he only has the internet at work and uses it occasionally for leisure in his breaks) and 20 odd complete song lyrics.

I did a bit of googling – it seemed genuine.

Tim Mills profile

Tim Mills is a labor educator/activist and began this life as a conscientious objector during the Viet Nam War. He is a long-time union member and has served as an elected official, but claims to be proudest of his work on union newsletters. Mills writes guest columns appearing in the Rockford Register Star and other publications located in northern Illinois where he resides. Although Mills acknowledges that his politics are leftist, he believes that as radicals we must start with the world as it is, not as we’d wish it to be

I emailed Tim, asking his permission to do this piece… this is his reply.

Dear brother,  Go ahead with you plans.  What you read in the introduction and in my bio is about all there is.  Like Popeye said: “I-yam-waat-I-yam…”  Played harmonica for over forty years.   Jazz…Blues…Captain Beefheart…Dylan…Union radical activist thinker and overdrinker…   

Very nice to hear from you.  Please keep me posted.

So, if you are in a band and the music flows freely but you get a bit stuck for lyrics try some of these. They seem pretty well put together to me. They’re based on real life and issues that the working man in the US has to deal with, but seem pretty universal in their themes. You may needs to edit them down or re-write the odd line. I just think it’d be nice if some musicians can use them so that one mans thoughts are expressed to a wider audience.

At first glance they seemed quite punk-ish but on closer inspection they are more in the alt-country. blues Americana genre ( which is not really my area of expertise but I thought I would try and help the guy out anyway as he seems a really ‘sound geezer’ as we say this side of the pond

Tims original posting is here  (scroll down) and includes all the songs and his address but here are a few I’ve selected to give you a flavour.   other poems are here.

 

PREOCCUPIED

I GOT MY HEAD CHOPPED OFF IN THE 82 DIVE
THOUGH I WAS JUST ONE OF THE ONE OUT OF FIVE
WE STOOD IN LINE FOREVER OUT ON THE STREET
WE BURNT LIPS ON COFFEE AND SHUFFLED OUR FEET
WE WERE BENT ON TRYING TO KEEP OUR BODIES WARM
WE BUNDLED UP OUR DIGNITY AWAY FROM THE SCORN.

chorus  THAT’S WHY WE BEEN PREOCCUPIED
DEMOCRACY FILLETED IS DEMOCRACY DENIED
THEM THAT’S CUT, THEM THAT’S NOT,  THAT’S THE GREAT DIVIDE
THAT’S WHY WE BEEN PREOCCUPIED.

BUT THERE CAME A ROTTEN DAY WHEN THEY STARTED HIRIN’ SCABS
THOUGH I NEVER MET A WORKER WHOSE BACK THAT I WOULD STAB
I HEAR A PENCIL-NECKED WOMAN WHO WADDLES SNORTS AND SCOFFS
“YOU THINK YOU’RE TOO GOOD TO WORK,  THEY SHOULD JUST CUT YOU OFF
I SURE HOPE THEY STOP YOUR CHECK IF YOU NIX THIS JOB”
SO I GAVE HER A WINK AND MISBEHAVED A BIG YANK  ON MY THINGAMABOB.

chorrus

BEDRAGGLED BY UNWANTED ADS, SOMEHOW THE FAMILY MADE IT
IT’S OUR BLUE CROSS TO BEAR THE BABY,  UNLESS WE PREPAID IT
WE HAGGLED WITH THE KAISER FOR MATERNAL BENNIES
THANKSGIVING FROM THE BIGHEARTED BOSS. WE JUGGLED EVERY PENNY
THEY SAY “JUST TELL US ONCE AGAIN, WHAT DAY WAS SHE CONCEIVED?”
THAT GOT ME WEARIN’ AND LAISSEZ FAIRE-IN’ MY COLORS ON MY SLEEVES.

chorus

IT’S A RICH MAN’S DIVERSION OF CHEATIN’ AND STEALIN’
IT’S UP TO US NINETY-NINERS TO COMMENCE WITH THE HEALIN’
WE’LL GET TOGETHER, SET UP OUR OWN SHOPS
WE’LL HONOR THE WEATHER AND DIVVY UP THE CROPS
WE WON’T GET FIXED IN HIS EMERGENCY ROOM
CAUSE THE WHOLE DAMNED SYSTEM’S EN ROUTE TO THE TOMB.

chorus

[2013]
HANDS

THEY READ OUR E-MAIL THAT THEY SCAN
ALL THE RICH PEOPLE ARE THEIR FANS
THEY TREAT THE REST OF US LIKE WE’RE SPRING LAMBS
THEY WANT THE WHOLE WORLD IN THEIR HANDS

FOR GOD’S CREATION THEY GOTTA BIG PLAN
FOR GAS STATIONS AT THEIR COMMAND
FOR PROVOCATION OF TRAFFIC JAMS
THEY WANT THE WHOLE WORLD IN THEIR HANDS

THEY WANT THEIR MONEY UNFURLED IN EVERY LAND
THEY TURN FRUITED PLAINS INTO HOT DOG STANDS
THEY STAMP EVERYTHING WITH THEIR OWN BRAND
THEY WANT THE WHOLE WORLD IN THEIR HANDS

THEY PUT THE RIGHT TO VOTE IN A GARBAGE CAN
THEY PLUG UP THE AIRWAVES WITH THEIR DEMANDS
THEY SAY THEY’RE TOO BIG TO FAIL LIKE THE HOOVER DAM
THEY WANT THE WHOLE WORLD IN THEIR HANDS

THEY WANT THEIR MONEY UNFURLED IN EVERY LAND
THEY TURN FRUITED PLAINS INTO HOT DOG STANDS
THEY STAMP EVERYTHING WITH THEIR OWN BRAND
THEY WANT THE WHOLE WORLD IN THEIR HANDS

IF WE LAY OUR BODIES DOWN TO SLEEP
WE KNOW AS WE SOW SO SHALL WE REAP
WHEN WIDE AWAKE WE CAN MAKE A CLEAN SWEEP
A NEW WORLD’S POSSIBLE FOR ALL TO KEEP

WE’LL HAVE THE WHOLE WORLD IN OUR HANDS
WE’LL HAVE THE WHOLE WORLD IN OUR HANDS
WE’LL HAVE THE WHOLE WORLD IN OUR HANDS
WE’LL HAVE THE WHOLE WORLD IN OUR HANDS [2014]

 

IF GOD PAINTS THE SKY

I DREAMT ABOUT THE RENAISSANCE N A GUY NAMED MIKE.
BACK THEN THEY MASTERED THE MUSKET N SURPLUS’D THE PIKE.
HE PAINTED THE CEILING OF A BIG FANCY CHURCH.
HE MUSTA HADDA LADDER OR HE MUSTA BEEN A LURCH.
BEEN LOTS OF ARTISTS OF EVERY STRIPE
N SOME HOLY HYMNS ARE TISSUES FIT TO WIPE.
BUT I DO RECALL WHAT MIKE SAID TO ME
THAT THE COMMONWEAL LENDS BALANCE AS RARE AS JUBILEE:

IF GOD PAINTS THE SKY, SHALL WE KEEP THE EARTH BEFITTING?
SHALL WE BUILD A RIGHTEOUS SETTLEMENT?
TAKE LESS – GIVE MORE FOR BETTERMENT?
IF GOD PAINTS THE SKY?

MY DAD CAME BACK IN MY HEAD ONE NIGHT.
WALKED OUT OF THE FOG N INTO THE LIGHT.
SAID IT’S NUTHIN’ LIKE I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE
BUT IT’S SO-O-O-O GREAT THAT I CAN STILL BE ME!
IT MAKES ME QUESTION WHAT LIES IN STORE
FOR AN UNCROWNED INGRATE WHO COVETS ALL BUT STILL WANTS MORE
WHEN HE STEPS ON SOMEONE ELSE’S CRACK
FLIES ASS-OVER-APPETITE N BREAKS HIS OWN BACK:

IF GOD PAINTS THE SKY, SHALL WE KEEP THE EARTH BEFITTING?
SHALL WE BUILD A RIGHTEOUS SETTLEMENT?
TAKE LESS – GIVE MORE FOR BETTERMENT?
IF GOD PAINTS THE SKY?

I ALWAYS WONDERED WHAT A SWEAT LODGE WAS LIKE.
DO YOU EXERCISE YOUR POWER THE WAY A BLIND MAN TAKES A HIKE?
CALL ME HIP SEMANTIC WITH A RED-HOT PENTECOSTAL VISION
WHO BREAKS THE NIHILISTIC KNIVES OF HOLOCAUSTAL CIRCUMCISION.
WHEN I WAS A YOUNGSTER I RODE THE METHODIST TRAIN.
COULD’VE BEEN A MINISTER BUT WIGGLED ‘WAY TO PROCREATE MY INDIGO REFRAIN.
RATHER THAN TAKE A LIFE-LONG KNEE I STOOD UP TO GRAB THE CELESTIAL KEY.
EITHER WAY CAN SET YOU FREE IF YOU STILL ABIDE THE REVEILLE:

IF GOD PAINTS THE SKY, SHALL WE KEEP THE EARTH BEFITTING?
SHALL WE BUILD A RIGHTEOUS SETTLEMENT?
TAKE LESS ,  GIVE MORE FOR BETTERMENT?
IF GOD PAINTS THE SKY? [2014]

 

OUTLAST THEM ALL

I HEARD THAT YA MADE LOVE TO A STRANGER FROM VIRGINIA.
NOW YA GOTTA TINGLE FOR THE NEIGHBOR NEXT DOOR.
I WONDER WHO YOU’LL FANCY ‘PON THE NEXT TIME THAT I CALL.
YEAH BUT ME AND THE WHISKEY WILL OUTLAST THEM ALL.

OUTLAST THEM ALL.
OUTLAST THEM ALL.
ME AND A FIERCE REMINDER IN BACK OF MY HEAD
I KNOW THAT I CAN OUTLAST THEM ALL.

IF I HANG AROUND TOO LONG, THE REPLAY WON’T BE GOOD.
RECKON I CAN’T DELAY HERE LIKE A POKY MAILMAN WOULD.
IN RAIN, IN SLEET, BUT I’M NOT PRAYIN’ FOR T-BONES FROM HEAVEN TO FALL.
AN EARTHLY BREAK WILL BUY MY OWN STEAK; I KNOW I CAN OUTLAST THEM ALL.

OUTLAST THEM ALL.
OUTLAST THEM ALL.
ME AND A FIERCE REMINDER IN BACK OF MY HEAD
I KNOW THAT I CAN OUTLAST THEM ALL.

YOU ONLY CHOSE MY SKIN WHEN YOUR SHIP HAD RUN AGROUND.
YOU NAG THAT I GOT TEPID FROM COOLIN’ AT THE LOST AND FOUND.
THE LONELY THEY WILL TWIDDLE AND THEY’LL DAWDLE AND THEY’LL DIDDLE.
I’LL PLEASE MYSELF.   I’LL PLAY FIRST FIDDLE – I’LL OUTLAST THEM ALL.

OUTLAST THEM ALL.
OUTLAST THEM ALL.
ME AND A FIERCE REMINDER IN BACK OF MY HEAD
I KNOW THAT I CAN OUTLAST THEM ALL.

THE HERO ALWAYS FREES THE DAME FROM THE RAILROAD TRACKS.
I GOT MY DOUBTS YOU’D RESCUE ME.   YOUR EMPATHY’S GONE LAX.
I’LL HAFTA GET MY OWN SELF LOOSE.   WON’T BANK ON THE DIESEL TO STALL.
‘CAUSE FATTER IS BETTER THAN FLATTER IF YA WANNA OUTLAST THEM ALL.

OUTLAST THEM ALL.
OUTLAST THEM ALL.
ME AND A FIERCE REMINDER OF YOU IN BACK OF MY HEAD
I KNOW THAT I CAN OUTLAST THEM ALL. [1977]

 

PLAYIN’ THE DOZENS
FOR JAMIL ABDULLAH AL-AMIN AKA H. RAP BROWN

WON’T PRETEND TO BE INSIDE OF YOUR LIFE
WON’T PRESUME THAT YOU’RE NATURALLY GOOD WITH A KNIFE
DON’T KNOW HOW YOU GOT TO FEELIN’ THAT OLD SO FAST
OR BY WHAT WRETCHED DESIGN YOUR DIE WAS CAST
BUT WHILE I WAS IN SCHOOL READIN’ ABOUT JACK HORNER
IT SEEMS THAT YOU WERE UP AGAINST IT OUT THERE ON THE CORNER
YOU SAID THAT POVERTY’S AN INHERITED AFFLICTION
THAT LEADS YOU TO WALKIN’ THE TIGHTROPE ADDICTION
THAT PULLIN’ YOUR BOOTSTRAPS IS A JIVE PRESCRIPTION
THAT IT STINKS IN BOOKER T’S SHRINKWRAP CONSCRIPTION
THAT A 12-LINE RAP WORKS YOUR MEN-N-NTAL MOUSETRAP
KEEP ON CALLIN’ ME COUSIN KEEP ON PLA-A-AYIN’ THE DOZENS

KEEP ON CALLIN’ ME COUSIN KEEP ON PLA-A-AYIN’ THE DOZENS

YOU SAY YOU KNOW THAT OUTTA TOWN MAN
WHO’S HEAD NEGRO IN CHARGE OF YOUR GARBAGE CAN
N IT’S THAT DUDE ON TV WHO DOES THE FLIRTIN’
WITH EVERYBODY’S SISTER BEHIND THE CURTAIN
AT THE BLOCK PARTY AT THE NEIGHBORHOOD CENTER
NOBODY OWNS NOTHIN’ N WE ALL JUST RENTERS
N THE BEST JOB ‘ROUND HERE IS CARRYIN’ THE MAIL
N A TOUCH DOWN HERE IS YOUR UNCLE’S OUTTA JAIL
ON SUNDAY WE GO TO CHURCH FOR THE VIBES
A FUN DAY FOR FIVE-O’S WHEN THEY SEARCH FOR THE TRIBES
SHALL I DO ANOTHER TWELVE FOR THE UH-UH-UTHER BROTHERS
KEEP ON CALLIN’ ME COUSIN KEEP ON PLA-A-AYIN’ THE DOZENS

KEEP ON CALLIN’ ME COUSIN KEEP ON PLA-A-AYIN’ THE DOZENS

YOU SAY THE WORN-OUT SIGN THAT’S HUNCHED OVERHEAD
WITH ALL THE BALLOONS ‘BOUT PLAIN WHITE BREAD
IT WON’T MUSCLE UP YOUR BABY GIRL TWELVE WAYS
‘CAUSE OF ALL THAT PAINT THAT SHE ATE WHICH LAY
ON THE WINDOWSILL IT WAS CHOCK FULL OF LEAD
MAKES YOU ‘MEMBER ‘BOUT FREE INJUNS OF YESTERDAY
THE ARMY MADE SURE THE ONLY GOOD ONE WAS DEAD
CUT THE ‘BILICAL CORD FROM THE EVENGELICAL LORD OF FOOLS
WHERE SKIRTED PSALMS AIN’T HOT SHIRTED SERMONS AIN’T COOL
TO KILL THE MIND OF THE BROTHER TO SMOTHER THE MAN
WHO PLAYS FOLLOW THE PREACHER WHEN-N-N-EVER HE CAN
KEEP ON CALLIN’ ME COUSIN KEEP ON PLA-A-AYIN’ THE DOZENS

KEEP ON CALLIN’ ME COUSIN KEEP ON PLA-A-AYIN’ THE DOZENS [2014]

 

REFRAIN OF ADMONITION

I WATCHED THE ROYALS SERMONIZE A WORKERS’ CONGREGATION
I HEARD THEM SPEW A FLATULENT TALE.   A THICK METHANE DONATION
THEIR ARSEHOLES BLOWN THEY DID EXPEL RANK GAS FOR GRAND ORATION
WE FEARED A SPARK AS THE HALL GREW DARK FROM SHROUDS OF OBFUSCATION.
HOW MOCK HEROIC IS THEIR OATH TO WALK INSIDE OUR SHOES
THEIR BACKSLAPPIN’ IS ONE HAND CLAPPIN’ AND NUTHIN’ BUT A SHMOOZE
THE BUMPTIOUS ROYALS WHO GET RUB DOWNS WITH OILS STAY FLESHY AND WELL-HEALED
THEY SNOOZE IN CABANAS AND GORGE ON BANANAS WHILE WE JUST GET WELL-PEALED:

HERE’S OUR REFRAIN OF ADMONITION TO THE SELFISH FEW
EQUAL PAY FOR EQUAL WORK.   THAT’S HOW WE ACCRUE
IF YOU ARE A BURDEN,  THEN LIKEWISE WE’LL BE YOURS
AND ONE MORE THING REMEMBER,  WE DON’T TRAVEL ON ALL FOURS.

A HIGH STATION OF CUSHION THEY COMMAND – WE ARE THE BUFFERING
LIKE AN ACTOR STEEPED IN THROES.   THEY FEIGN THE SUFFERING
TO POSE AS ON THE SAME PLANE WITH THEIR WORKING CLASS KIN
YET THEY DEIGN THAT WE ALONE MUST WEAR A SERVILE SKIN.
WE’LL GET FREE THE DAY WE SHED THE HARNESS N THE REINS
TO COLLECT THE DEBT LONG OVERDUE WE’LL GRAB THE GRAVY TRAIN
ELEVATE THE WORKERS’ FLAG WHERE SPINS OUR WEATHERVANE
SHOUT THE FINAL STANZA AS WE SOOTHE EACH OTHER’S PAIN:

HERE’S OUR REFRAIN OF ADMONITION TO THE SELFISH FEW
EQUAL PAY FOR EQUAL WORK.   THAT’S HOW WE ACCRUE
IF YOU ARE A BURDEN,  THEN LIKEWISE WE’LL BE YOURS
AND ONE MORE THING REMEMBER,  WE DON’T TRAVEL ON ALL FOURS. [2013]

 

THIS WORKING LIFE

OF ALL THE MONEYED SQUIRES N PUNDITS WHO DOUBLE AS LIARS
I’M JUST ANOTHER SHOP MONKEY WHO EARNED HIS RIGHT TO RETIRE.
SPENT FORTY YEARS IN A FUNKY QUAGMIRE.
NEVER GOT TO DRIVE A JAGUAR.
I WAS A HAND AMONG MANY ON THE LOOKOUT TO BE HIRED-OUT
IN THIS WORKING LIFE.

LIFT THE TYRANT’S CURSE OF SHAKIN’ DOWN
THE PEOPLES’ TINY PURSE.
DRINK A REBEL’S DOSE OF BREAK-HIM-DOWN
ISSUED BY OUR WARRIOR NURSE
WHOSE HEADY LIQUOR GENTLY RAINS
UPON THIS WORKING LIFE.

I’LL IMPART TO YOUNGSTERS ALL THAT I KNOW
‘BOUT DUCKIN’ MY HEAD N STEELIN’ MY TOES:
WHEN WE PLANTED STEWARDSHIP’S GARDEN WHERE STOOD A KANGAROO COURT
WE SHOWED WE’RE NEITHER UNTOWARD NOR THE BACKWARD RUEFUL SORT.
‘TWAS OFTEN A LONG N RANCOROUS ROW
BUT WE KEPT IT ALTOGETHER N TOOK TURNS WITH THE HOE
IN THIS WORKING LIFE.

LIFT THE TYRANT’S CURSE OF SHAKIN’ DOWN
THE PEOPLES’ TINY PURSE.
DRINK A REBEL’S DOSE OF BREAK-HIM-DOWN
ISSUED BY OUR WARRIOR NURSE
WHOSE HEADY LIQUOR GENTLY RAINS
UPON THIS WORKING LIFE.

WHEN BOSSES GET THE ITCH
TO THROW THE METRONOMIC SWITCH
HOW FAST THEY WANT US ALL TO GO
SHOW’EM YOU’RE NOT ONE TO BITCH
BUT YOU’LL KEEP THE BEAT BY GOIN’ SLOW.
IF YOUR MEATLOAF PORTION
IS NOTHING BUT EXTORTION
GO SPLIT IT UP FOR ALL TO SHARE.
HAND OUT THAT EXTRA COAT FOR SOMEONE ELSE TO WEAR
IN THIS WORKING LIFE.

LIFT THE TYRANT’S CURSE OF SHAKIN’ DOWN
THE PEOPLES’ TINY PURSE.
DRINK A REBEL’S DOSE OF BREAK-HIM-DOWN
ISSUED BY OUR WARRIOR NURSE
WHOSE HEADY LIQUOR GENTLY RAINS
UPON THIS WORKING LIFE. [2014]

 

TOWER OF BABEL

WE CONDEMNED AS AGITATORS AGGREGATORS MARTIAN RABBLE
WON’T COWER TO ASCEND THE TOWER OF BABEL SO CURSED
WE’LL NO LONGER PRETEND THAT RIGHTEOUS THIRST
IS QUENCHED FROM THE GENTRY’S DEEPEST WELL
N WE OF LIKE MUSCULAR MINDS THAT SHOW N TELL
CAN KNOW THE END OF NIMROD’S EDIFICE OF HELL.

WHEN THE TOWER OF BABEL STANDS LONELY N UNDONE
N EMPTIED FULL TO THE FIERY BRIM OF FAITHLESS COSTLY OVERRUN
WE’LL CELEBRATE THE PROPHESY OF REVOLUTION’S RISING SUN
N SHARPEN UP OUR DULLEST WITS CAUSE RECONSTRUCTION’S JUST BEGUN.

WE SHAVEN LEFT FACELESS BY OVERLORDS DEMANDING WE GROVEL N SHOVEL
A KNAVE’S NEW WORLD ; THIS TOWER;   A GODLESS HOVEL
SHALL ANSWER AS STALWARTS COMFORT A MOTHER IN SORROW
FOR UNIVERSAL ANALGESIC PROMISE OF TOMORROW
THAT OUR GOSPEL BE STOKED N DAVID’S STONES BE HURLED.

WHEN THE TOWER OF BABEL STANDS LONELY N UNDONE
N EMPTIED FULL TO THE FIERY BRIM OF FAITHLESS COSTLY OVERRUN
WE’LL CELEBRATE THE PROPHESY OF REVOLUTION’S RISING SUN
N SHARPEN UP OUR DULLEST WITS CAUSE RECONSTRUCTION’S JUST BEGUN.

WE TURTLE-SHELLED WELDED INTO ONE AGAINST NIMROD’S HEINOUS PISTON
REMAIN FOURSQUARE AGAINST HIS PENTHOUSE – A SEPTIC SOCIAL SYSTEM
WHERE THE SEDENTARY SEGREGATED TAX-ABATED VOLUMINOUS MAY DWELL
WHILE YESTERYEAR ENCASED IN HIGH RISE CINDER BLOCKS WE STOCKADED
WOULD FEAST UPON EACH OTHER LIKE RAGING CANCER CELLS.

WHEN THE TOWER OF BABEL STANDS LONELY N UNDONE
N EMPTIED FULL TO THE FIERY BRIM OF FAITHLESS COSTLY OVERRUN
WE’LL CELEBRATE THE PROPHESY OF REVOLUTION’S RISING SUN
N SHARPEN UP OUR DULLEST WITS CAUSE RECONSTRUCTION’S JUST BEGUN.

OUR FATHERS DID HARDY LABOR FOR NIMROD’S SHIRKERS WHO COMMANDED
YET STILL WE GOT LASSOED AT THE RODEO BY BERSERKERS WHIP-HANDED
SO WE REBORN REUPHOLSTERED POUNDERS PRAY DELIVERANCE BE WON
WHILE WE SHOULDER-HOLSTERED STRIKERS SAY WE’RE BOUND FOR HISTRIONIC FUN
LET NIMROD’S BRAIN BE STUNNED LET HIS SHIRKERS BE SHUNNED
N HIS BERSERKERS BELLY DANCE OR JUST HAUL-ASS RUN.

WHEN THE TOWER OF BABEL STANDS LONELY N UNDONE
N EMPTIED FULL TO THE FIERY BRIM OF FAITHLESS COSTLY OVERRUN
WE’LL CELEBRATE THE PROPHESY OF REVOLUTION’S RISING SUN
N SHARPEN UP OUR DULLEST WITS CAUSE RECONSTRUCTION’S JUST BEGUN.

WE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER-WAVED WAGE-ENSLAVED HAVE LONG PURSUED PERCOLATED
N BOOT-SCOOT-BOOGIE’D A SECULAR RAVE SO WRANGLING RUDE YET LIBERATED
FROM BIFURCATED BARNACLES OF DISUNITED FIFTY-STATED BUREAUCRAZY CORPORA-A-A-TED
THAT WE’LL CHRISTEN THIS TOWER THE FIXER-UPPER NO TOP NO BOTTOM WE SHARE THE SUPPER
NO GENTRY WE RENT FREE BUT BRING ALONG YOUR HAMMER
NO SHIRKERS OR BESERKERS THIS AIN’T THE SLAMMER.

WHEN THE TOWER OF BABEL STANDS LONELY N UNDONE
N EMPTIED FULL TO THE FIERY BRIM OF FAITHLESS COSTLY OVERRUN
WE’LL CELEBRATE THE PROPHESY OF REVOLUTION’S RISING SUN
N SHARPEN UP OUR DULLEST WITS CAUSE RECONSTRUCTION’S JUST BEGUN. [2014]


If anyone does use or part use any of these lyrics please contact and credit Tim Mills.  I, and he, trust you to do so.  Leave your email address in the Comments and he will contact you as I don’t want to give out his (work) email address and get him in shit with his employer. Thanks

Ged Babey

This piece does not set a precedent, we will not run similar articles I’m afraid, unless there are very special considerations –  (LTW Boss John Robb)

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