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Caractacus wrote:

> The Smiths, There Is A Light That Will Never Go Out
>
> Don't recognise Red's contribution.

Think Red's contribution is another Python song

RED wrote:

> 'B'dum - b'dum'
>
>


Love it Buzzcocks were fantastic wordsmiths ...and much under rated.

Bitter sweet irony of the joy/hurt feelings brought through love.





You say you don't love me
Well that's alright with me 'cos I'm in love with you
And I wouldn't want you doing
things you don't want to do
Oh you know I've always wanted
you to be in love with me
And it took so long to realize
the way things have to be
I wanted to live in a dream that couldn't be real
And I'm starting to understand
now the way that you feel
You say you don't
You say you don't

You say you don't love me
Well that's alright with me 'cos I have got the time
To wait in case someday you maybe change your mind
I've decided not to make the same
mistakes this time around
As I'm tired of having heartaches I've
been thinking and I've found
I don't want to live in a dream I want something real
And I think I understand now the way that you feel
You say you don't
You say you don't
You say you don't


You say you don't love me
Well that's alright with me I'm not in love with you
I just want us to do the things we both want to do
Though I've got this special feelin'
I'd be wrong to call it love
For the word entails a few things
that I would be well rid of
I've no need to live in a dream it's finally real
And I hope you now understand this feeling I feel
You say you don't
You say you don't
You say you don't love me
You say you don't love me
You say you don't love me
Mmm

Is it that fucking annoying Muppets song that goes b'dum b'dum doodoodoododooo?

Three days
Three months
Three days
Three months
A treatise
A treatise
To explain these
First was cash 'n' carry house dance
In Lancashire they're A
In King Nat Ltd. empire
Kwik Save is there
The scene started here
Then was America



Then was America
We went there
Big A&M Herb was there
His offices had fresh air
But his rota was mediocre
US purge, rock 'n' pop filth
Their material's filched
And the secret of their lives
Is...


All the English groups
Act like peasants with free milk
On a route
On a route to the loot
To candy mountain
Five wacky English proletariat idiots
Californians always think of sex
Or think of death
Five hundred girl deaths
A Mexico revenge, it's stolen land
They really get it off on
"Don't hurt me please"
Rapist fill the TVs
And the secret of their lives
Is S.E.X..


I have dreams, I can see
Carloads of negro Nazis
Like Faust with beards
Hydrochloric shaved weirds


[Applause from audience at Cyprus Tavern ]


This was going to be called crap rap fourteen,
but it's now Stop Mithering.
The things that drain you off and drive you off the hinge.
Boils, dirty socks, the ceilings collapse.
The Sunday morning loud lawn mower,
the upstairs Jewish girl damn hoovering every thirty minutes,
from valium cig withdrawal.
She wants communal, fluent flat household.
I want privacy.
The bastard dentist doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock, ring
Stop mithering


The estates stick up like stacks
The estates stick up like stacks
The residents keep wild dogs
And on that father's bedroom closet top,
electric blanket boxes
Surplus jonnies, demob pictures
To their children they sing
Stop mithering


You think you've got it bad with thin ties,
miserable songs synthesized, or circles with A in the middle.
Make joke records, hang out with Gary Bushell,
Join round table. "I like your single yer great!"
A circle of low IQ's.
There are three rules of audience.
My journalist acquaintances, go soft, go places,
on record company expenses.
I lose humor, manners become bog writers, don't know it.
The smart hedonists, same as last verse, allusions with
H in electronics, on stage false histrionics,
Corpse mauling dicks, pose through a good film, him, him
Stop mithering


I'm not joining conventional rock band.
The conventional is experimental, the conventional is now
experimental,
And is no way noble, and I'm no chock stock thing.
So stop mithering.
Engineers save up for cars.
I try to let down their tyres with matches to make them molten.
Ouch! Ouch!
They say I rip off Johnny Rotten
They always strike for more pay.
They say "See yer mate..Yeh...see yer mate"
"See yer mate..Yeh...see yer mate"
"See yer mate..Yeh...see yer mate"
To their mothers they sing
Stop mithering


He even did fail the penile tissue test.
He hangs out for sex.
He enters magazine contest.
White tan horror in the mirror.
Spotty exterior hides a spotty interior.
He's not your enemy.
He's not your enemy, his name is not Harry.
The secret of Cash and Carry.

Its funny how you never knew what my name was,
Our only contact was a form for the election.
These days I find that you dont listen,
These days I find that were out of touch,
These days I find that Im too busy,
So why the attention now you want my assistance -
What have you done for me.

Youve gone and got yourself in trouble,
Now you want me to help you out.


The Jam, "little boy soldiers" 1979


This totally sums up today in the UK !!

"Castle's in the Air" Don McLean, or ArroN Nevil "When I'me on my feet again"

Phil McC

"This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius,
The age of aquarius
aquariuuuuuuuuusss
aquariaaaaaaarrrrrssse"

How about:

"I've got a brand new combine harvester?"

Or:

Eazy E I'm approachin
They aint no jokin
When the pussy holes are open
Ready to fuck
Until my dick is raw
Yo, the muthafuckin devils son in law

Yeah, Dear Heather was very poor, but I thought Ten New Songs was an excellent album with some great songs on it, notably Boogie street, In my Secret Life and Alexandra Leaving. But, he's the same as Bob...You can forgive him for putting out some crap now and again in exchange for the great stuff he's given us.

Ace wrote:

> Is it that fucking annoying Muppets song that goes b'dum b'dum
> doodoodoododooo?


Nope Ace I think b'dum b'dum comes from the Buzzcocks "Boredom"


BUZZCOCKS LYRICS

"Boredom"

Yeah - well - I say what I mean
I say what comes to my mind
I never get around to things
I live a straight - straight line

You know me - I'm acting dumb
you know the scene - very humdrum
boredom - boredom

I'm living in this movie
but it doesn't move me
I'm the man that's waiting for the phone to ring
Hear it ring-a-ding-a-f***ing-ding

You know me ...

You see there's nothing behind me
I'm already a has-been
my future ain't what it was
well I think I know the words that I mean

You know me ...

B'dum - b'dum

I've taken this extravagant journey
so it seems to me
I just came from nowhere
and I'm going straight back there

You know me ...

So I'm living in this movie
but it doesn't move me
so tell me who are you trying to arouse?
get your hands out of my trousers

You know me ...