Neil Ramsay

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Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home!

Charles Dickens

When that turkey touches the table,
Say a prayer for troops in Iraq,
And that child who hasn't a father,
The cost? He cannot come back.

That phony war is so childish,
Its assaults have killed many friends,
So if our damn politicians had purpose,
Such hellish stalemates could end.

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You ain't nothin' but a hound dog
cryin' all the time.
You ain't nothin' but a hound dog
cryin' all the time.
Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit
and you ain't no friend of mine.

Ya, they said you was high classed,
well, that was just a lie.
Ya, they said you was high classed,
well, that was just a lie.
You ain't never caught a rabbit
and you ain't no friend of mine

A War

Bush ain't nothing but a war beast
Lyin' all the time
Bush ain't nothing but a war beast
Lyin' all the times
He's waging a war today
And he ain't any friend of mine

Aye, you thought you could convince us
With all those nasty lies
Aye, you thought you could convince us
With all your dirty lies
You attained a jaded jihad
and ain't a friend of mine

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Yesterday - The Beatles

Yesterday,
All my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly,
I'm not half the man I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me,
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Why she
Had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said,
Something wrong, now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday,
Love was such an easy game to play,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Why she
Had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said,
Something wrong, now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday,
Love was such an easy game to play,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Nowadays,
Global allies whine and disobey,
So, the campaign is in disarray,
But I persevere, anyway.

Nowadays,
Heathens denounce my thuggery,
I need somewhere to get away,
So yes, I better get a holiday.

Why they
Stay so long,
no-one knows, I refuse to say,
Dad waged
Desert Storm, and I shall have my own heyday.

Nowadays,
We need an end to the disloyalty,
I see you hate the ideology?
Your breakaway is the giveaway.

Why they
Stay so long,
no-one knows, I refuse to say,
Dad waged
Desert Storm, and I shall have my own heyday.

Self-righteously,
I herd the troops to die heroically,
Despite advice from those who counsel me,
I battle on, vehemently.

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The Number of the Beast.

Iron Maiden.


I left alone, my mind was blank,
I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind.

What did I see? Could I believe?
That what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy

Just what I saw, in my old dreams
Were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me?

'Cause in my dreams it's always there
The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair

--

Night was black, was no use holding back,
'Cause I just had to see was someone watching me.
In the mist dark figures move and twist,
Was all this for real or just some kind of hell.

Six six six; the Number of the Beast,
Hell and fire was spawned to be released.

Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised,
As they start to cry hands held to the sky.
In the night the fires are burning bright,
The ritual has begun Satan's work is done.

Six six six; the Number of the Beast,
Sacrifice is going on tonight.

This can't go on, I must inform the law
Can this still be real or just some crazy dream?
But I feel drawn towards the chanting hordes,
Seem to mesmerise... can't avoid their eyes.

Six six six; the Number of the Beast,
Six six six; the one for you and me.

--

I'm coming back, I will return.
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn.
I'll have the fire, I'll have the force.
I'll have the power to make my evil take its course.

The Neighbor of the Beast.

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In my wee house, I lived in peace,
Until those jerks moved in next door, and shacked up next to me.

They smashed my fence, and kicked my cats,
Their damn kids mimicked me, those selfish, witless brats.

They sit outside and drink stale booze,
With flash fake tans and lame tattoos.

At the weekends they brawl and wail,
As that deranged jackass always ends up in jail.

--

On my grass, their dog unloads its ass,
Scrawny unwashed mutt, I want to kick it's butt.
But if I do, rebuff it with a shoe,
That caveman next door will start a crazy war.


Six six eight; the neighbor of the beast
Those trolls next door are giving me no peace.

They're always smashed, mammalian white trash,
Common criminals, and a swarm of animals.
They swear and curse, or do stuff even worse
They're just unneighborly, The ASBO Family.

Six six eight; the neighbor of the beast
Out on bail, my nemesis released.

This must now cease, time to tell the police,
Called nine nine nine, just in time.
As we guessed, another dumb arrest,
More daft fines for their ruthless crimes.

Six six eight; the neighbor of the beast
At Six six eight Midsomer Murders Street,

--

I'm fighting back, with Neighborhood Watch
I'll buy a USB webcam for my porch.
I'll be real smart, and I will survive,
I'll sit and wait and reinforcements will arrive.

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Santa Claus is coming to town.

You better watch out,
You better not cry,
Better not pout,
I'm telling you why,
Santa Claus is coming to town.

He's making a list,
And checking it twice;
Gonna find out who's naughty and nice,
Santa Claus is coming to town.

He sees you when you're sleeping,
He knows when you're awake,
He knows if you've been bad or good,
So be good for goodness sake!

So, you better watch out!
You better not cry,
Better not pout,
I'm telling you why,
Santa Claus is coming to town.
Santa Claus is coming to town.

Get your champagne on ice
Get your party dress on,
Don't think twice
'cause soon he'll be gone.
George W Bush is comin' out soon.

We would say he's a twit
A nutty lunatic too
Uncanny. Vastly unfit.
Frankly not got a clue.
George W Bush is comin' out soon.

Today we want to oust a tyrant,
We don't want to delay,
We want him out at this instant,
Its party time once he's away!

Get some bubbly on ice,
Stick a tacky frock on,
Don't think twice,
'cause soon he'll be gone.
George W Bush is comin' out soon.
George W Bush is comin' out soon.

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Lambs dance past gray snow.
Daffys brush through the late frosts.
Gritters hibernate.

Restless rabbits bounce
towards that fresh fragrant grass --
Hayfield, thought my pen.

Young crafty badgers --
Tasting fresh breaths, the woods shrubs.
Rainfall patters them.

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Updated: May 10, 2016


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