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Mr Stanley, I presume
04:13
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Mr Stanley, I presume
you don't mind me talking about your work
For it seems you have no guilt
for all the blood that you have spilt in Africa.
Mr Stanley, I presume
that you can sleep quite well at night
For your civilising mission
you don’t have any contrition or remorse.
His childhood screwed him up
The parts he didn’t make up
He fled across the seas
From his nightmares he was never free.
Mr Stanley, I presume
Your stolen name has done you well.
Unable to tell the truth
Like Trump and Johnson, you embellished everything
Mr Stanley, I presume
King Leopold gave a handsome reward
For the Congo’s bloody regime
But how much gold will soothe your soul?
The liars never learn
As we watch our planet burn
Can we distinguish the fake
Before it is too late?
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Nature never breaks her own laws
The vulture hovered over his crib
Its tail feathers brushing his face
An omen or a lucky escape
Drawing fire from mouths of snakes
Nature never breaks her own laws
And there’s no genius without flaws
See the beauty in Vitruvian Man
And don’t censure what you don’t understand
Surpassed his master like all pupils should
Painting people’s souls like no-one else could
The peacemaker drew war machines
And man in flight invaded his dreams
The sinews expand and move him
Wisdom is the food to nourish
Tears come from the heart, not the brain
No finish for art, just abandon
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Big Mary
03:17
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Mary wasn’t a murderous beast
Her trainer drove her to breaking point
He was riding her down the street
And she just acted on instinct
Threw him off, crushed him under her feet
The crowd were baying for blood
Firing bullets into her thick hide
They called for an execution
Swinging there from a railcar crane
Big Mary was not to blame
The crowds ran from the crack of the chains
Until they strung her up again
She was damned by a kangaroo court
A small town’s bloodlust satisfied
To quell their boredom, an animal slaughtered
Not the circus, but entertainment
Erwin soon became notorious
And in the town who hanged an elephant
Her grave is unmarked still
Selling fibreglass to salve their conscience
Swinging there from a railcar crane
Big Mary was not to blame
The crowds ran from the crack of the chains
Until they strung her up again
Oh Mary, what did they do to you?
So far from the jungles that you loved
What a way to end your days
In a railway yard in Tennessee
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Goldilocks Apocalypse
03:20
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The opulent corpses are striding over ashes
They’ve found a hot deal they cannot miss
Dissatisfied diners bemoan the extinction
Of taste as their foaming mouths overflow.
The bears are furious
At this leaking latrine
Goldilocks apocalypse
We’d never had it so good
The library’s as empty as the minds of the looters
Destroying words to keep themselves warm.
The water’s on fire now the air’s getting thicker
Pale bodies like road markings on tarmac
The bears are furious
At this leaking latrine
Goldilocks apocalypse
We’d never had it so good
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Joe Peacock Birmingham, UK
I'm a prolific singer-songwriter from Birmingham - a genre-hopping storyteller, whose music has been compared to Bowie, Blur, Costello and many others. Mostly, my songs tell stories that I find interesting and thought provoking. My music has all been recorded at home so far and all money from the digital sales of my music go into paying producers/mixing & mastering engineers. ... more
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