Kosher ! (page 2)

Wag: Whilst waiting for 'Cover it up" to finally see the light of day, we had access to a new private studio. I was in a prolific vein of song writing, so amassed an awful lot of unreleased material. Steve and myself would rehearse in the studio, which proved costly, even at discounted prices. However, it gave me more time to get what I really wanted from the band. This is a good selection, but were never destined to be featured on our forthcoming project entitled "Too far left to be right, far too right to be wrong" which will prove to be our best yet.

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Suburban Rebels

Words by Garry Johnson ©1982

Music  by Steve Kent

 All audio files are low quality 68mbps mono mp3

They're the sons and daughters of well off bankers,

Tom Robinsons' army of trendy wankers,

flared blue jeans and anoraks,

with yellow streaks all down their backs,

who act so tough when their on TV,

but trendy wankers don't scare me.

Oi!, Oi! Oi! the chosen few

this is what we think of you,

suburban rebels playing at reds,

you would be urban terrorists,

you don't scare us with your badges and banners,

you know fuck all about heavy manners.

You're the middle class kiddies from public schools,

Who write the slogans on the toilet walls,

Like Tony Benn's clones in plastic macks,

Wave hammer and sickle, never Union Jacks,

Got lots of mouth when your in a crowd,

But when your alone you don't speak loud.


Wag: I would presume most of our following know this to be a song that was the 1st single by 'The Business' but maybe not that it was co-written by Garry Johnson. We offered this as a free download on our Christmas gift of 2015, so some may have heard it. There was a possibility that Garry was to do lead vocals, but....

One reviewer suggested that our version is arguably better than the original? That's for listeners to decide, but I'm proud of the result, the key change and guitar solo lifts it just when you think the end is nigh.

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What you see

Words and Music by Paul D Waghorn ©2015


I'm looking over my shoulder, I don't like what I see

someone’s touting rumours, falsely accusing me,

branded as a monster, whose side are you on?

I thought we were the best of friends,

how could I be so wrong?

What you see is what you get,

The lights are out, no room to let

I'm all strung out but ain't dead yet,

‘cos what you see is what you get.

You know that I’m no angel, and time ain’t on my side,

‘bad boy’ is my middle name, a badge I wear with pride, 

can’t take me to the cleaners, or make me good as new,

‘cos under all this flesh and blood,

I'm just the same as you!

Chorus

Boots, braces, short cropped hair,

I decide what I will wear,

you disapprove, but I don’t care,

'cos this is me, and you best beware.

Chorus

I don’t give a toss what side of the river you’re from,

and your political beliefs mean nothing to me,

we were all born equal, or so I’m led to believe,

so take a good long look in the mirror, and ask yourself,

am I good, am I bad? 

I know what I am, -

what you see is what you get.

Wag: The very first demo for this was intended as a song for The Last Resort. JJ and Beefy had a song without lyrics the day before a studio session, and were still stuck, so I offered to help out. At the same time, unbeknown to me, Beefy came up with some words so my version remained sidelined until I revamped a new tune to fit the lyrics.

It wasn't until I added the dual guitar that the song came to life, and this would quite happily fit into the next release but for time restrictions.

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Contraception

Words and Music by Paul D Waghorn ©2015

I remember what my old man said,

pick a girl who’s none too bright,

tell her that she’s something special,

then choose your moment right,

you gotta weigh up your chances,

play it cool, that’s my advice,

take a tip from one who’s wiser,

but don’t think twice.

Voice of reason, not in jest,

mums the word but dad knows best,

If getting laid is ones intention,

don’t forget your contraception.

She likes to go out dancing,

on Saturdays when she can,

Friday night we made arrangements,

got a pony off of my old man,

So I took her down to the Roxy,

to try to get her pissed,

in the back seat of a taxi,

she slapped my wrist.

Chorus.


Wag: This was an old song that never quite made the grade, it had a different chorus and the arrangement was changed quite considerably. It is as catchy as Herpes, but I can't ever seeing us doing it live as our audience want something not quite as poppy as this. That said, if it wasn't any good, it would have been scrapped long before it was mixed. I know very early on if a song is going to be OK or not. 

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Fire

Words and Music Brown/


Fire...I'll take you to burn,

Fire...I'll take you to learn,

I'll..see..you burn!

You fought hard and you saved and  earned,

but all of it's going to burn,

and your mind, your tiny mind,

you know you've really been so blind,

now's your time, burn your mind..

you're falling far, too far behind.

Oh, no..oh, no..oh, no,

you gonna burn!

Fire...to destroy all you've done,

Fire...to end all you've become,

I'll..feel..you burn!

You've been living like a little girl,

in the middle of your little world.

and your mind, your tiny mind,

you know you've really been so blind,

now's your time, burn your mind,

you're falling far, 

too far behind..woooo...

Fire...I'll take you to burn.

Fire...I'll take you to learn.

You gonna burn!...you gonna burn!...you gonna burn!

burn! burn! burn! burn!

burn! burn! burn! burn! burn!

burn! burn! burn! burn!

(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!)

Fire...I'll take you to burn....

Fire...I'll take you to learn...

Fire...I'll take you to burn!


Wag: The Crazy World of Arthur Brown made a very powerful impact on a young Waghorn. I remember seeing this madman on the T.V. and thinking how far removed from the norm his act was. In my mind, this was the dawn of heavy rock. As far as I know, only The Who have covered 'Fire' The mixing took an eternity, but was well worth it. If you listen very carefully, you can hear my baby daughter in the background.

I wish this had gone on 'Cover it Up' as I believe it is an outstanding production. I can safely say, we will never do it justice should we do this live.

Trivia fact,- Steve Dangerous once went to an audition in Arthur Brown's band! 

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Lee Rigby

Words and Music By Paul D Waghorn ©2014

A hero soldier served his Queen,

Woolwich, London, SE18,

hacked to death, two on one,

murdered by islamic scum.

Lee Rigby, Lee Rigby,

14:20, Wellington Street,

Lee Rigby, Lee Rigby,

Never Surrender, Never forget!

Public outrage at their crime,

String 'em up, an eye for an eye,

Justice sucks, ya know what I mean,

he could have played sticks for Citizen Keyne!

Lee Rigby, Lee Rigby,

14:20, Wellington Street,

Lee Rigby, Lee Rigby,

Never Surrender, Never forget!

Wag: This is our original recording of 'Lee Rigby' before Chelsea Jon put his stamp on the version found on 'Cover it Up'. There are not many differences, but our previous record label insisted we change the lyrics in case they offend? So this is the un-sanitised version heard for the first time. It is now in our set, sung by CJ Vomit

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Patriotic Game

Words and Music By Paul D Waghorn ©2015

It’s popular belief, that the cross of good Saint George,

represents an evil in our midst,

but you may be assured, that whoever made that claim,

should stand before us all and be dismissed.

No temptation,

for migration,

I’m proud to be the man I am.

Do you wanna play in my patriotic game?

raise your hand and never be ashamed.

Our shores have not been breached, for 900 years or more,

an island race protected by the sea,

but traitors to the crown are the enemy within,

and want to undermine our history.

No damnation,

or tribulation

I’m proud to be the man I am.

Do you wanna play in my patriotic game?

raise your hand and never be ashamed.

On the streets of London, another menace grows,

a hundred years of hatred, their secrets now exposed,

We’ve seen the black flag waving, verging on extreme,

Paris was a warning, now terror reigns supreme.

Do you wanna play in my patriotic game?

raise your hand and never be ashamed.

Wag: This is a bit sluggish. Steve likes it, but I believe it is one of my weaker compositions, only barely surviving. Lyrically, some may get the wrong idea, but in this evil world, we write about every day affairs and this is my take on, what is often perceived as a taboo subject. It's OK to Scottish, Welsh or Irish, but some say being English and proud immiediatly deems you as racist. 

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Organised Crime

Music By Stewart/Paul/Strachan

Additional lyrics by Paul D Waghorn ©2015

A time to drink, time for excess,

a time to think, my life’s a mess,

the lights are out on our Christmas tree,

for fear of offending non christian belief.

Last minute shop, don’t panic buy,

time has run out, to order on-line,

the town is empty ’til boxing day,

a half price sale, can’t give it away.

Christmas time, organised crime,

wasting your cash on shit past its prime,

It starts late September and goes on and on,

So let’s all wake up, and admit it’s a con.

Old folk freeze, home all alone,

might raise a smile, if someone would phone,

God bless Cameron and his Tory elite,

don’t choke on your turkey or after 8 treat.

A time to give, who has to pay?

no Christmas bonus, with my JSA,

won’t get any joy from breaking the law, 

so I’m doing fuck all for two weeks or more.

Christmas time, organised crime,

stuff your turkey where the sun don't shine,

It starts late September and goes on and on,

So let’s all wake up, and admit it’s a con.

Wag: Our Christmas song, observing how traditions have changed and it's all now about capitalism. Cliff Richard should be ashamed of himself for writing the words to that awful song. We were lucky enough to get the blessing of the original composers to see the proceeds made from the iTunes download go to a charitable cause. Shame it never made the charts. This is the full un-edited version, we had to make so many changes to get it played on the radio, and a charity in our home town refused to benefit from the song as it was deemed too political, I always thought that was a bold statement from a charity food bank in Royal Tunbridge Wells.

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