Friday 14 August 2009

"Welcome to the Black & White Parade..."




When I was a young boy, my Father took me into the city to see a marching band.
He said "Son when you grow up will you be
the saviour of the broken, the beaten, and the damned?"
He said "Will you defeat them, your demons and all the non-believers,
the plans that they have made?
Because one day I'll leave you a phantom to lead you in the summer,
in the Black & White parade."

When I was a young boy, my Father took me into the city to see a marching band.
He said "Son when you grow up will you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten, and the damned?"
Sometimes I get the feeling he's watching over me. And other times I feel like I should go.
When through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies' in the streets, and now you're gone we want you all to know.

We'll Carry on, We'll Carry on, and though you said you dont believe me, your memory will carry on, we'll carry on, and though my heart cannot contain it, the anthem wont explain it.

This world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams. It's misery and hate will kill us all.
So paint it black and take it back, lets shout it loud and clear. Do you fight it to the end?, we hear the call to carry on. We'll carry on, and though your dead and gone believe me; your memory will carry on. We'll carry on and though you're broken and defeated,your weary widow marches...on and on we carry through the fears. Disappointed faces of your peers.Take a look at me,'cause I could not care at all--- Do or die you'll never make me. 


Because the world,will never take my heart. You can try, you'll never break me. You want it all, you wanna play this part. I won't explain, or say I'm sorry. Im not ashamed, I'm gonna show my scar's.
Let's hear a cheer, for all the broken. Listen here, because it's me too! I'm just a man, I'm not a hero. Just a man, who means to sing this song. Just a man, I'm not a hero. I - don't! - care!.
We'll carry on. We'll carry on, and though your dead and gone believe me your memory will
carry on. We'll carry on, and though you're broken and defeated, your weary widow marches on!---Do or die, you'll never make me, because the world, will never take my heart.

And though you try, you'll never break me. You want it all,(We'll carry on---) you wanna play this part. Do or die, ,(We'll carry on---) you'll never make me, because the world,(We'll carry on---) will never take my heart. You can try, you'll never break me.,(We'll carry ....) You want it all,(We'll carry on------) you wanna play this part."

A hero has left us, a phantom in the Summer....it is our duty to follow his heroic example, now and forever!

Excelsior Out! SO63! Amen!

Wednesday 5 August 2009

Great Britons V.S. Grate Britons



Here's the first in a series of caricatures entitled "Great Britons v.s. Grate Britons". People I like versus people I would cheerfully strangle. 

Leaving out the obvious targets for a moment....Mike Ashley, you know where you stand with me; first up is Pete "BabyShambles" Doherty...a true waste of skin if ever there was one. His music is a mystery as it never charts anywhere; but his scuzzy mug makes regular visits to the "Red Tops". 

He's quietened down since Kate Moss, wisely got rid...but just knowing he's out there...festering; fills me with revulsion.

All views expressed here are arbitrary, personal and not necessarily right...but then it is my site!!

Excelsior out!