Cover it Up (part 2) 

Wayne Kerr

Words & Music by Paul D Waghorn


Titty was a girl, barely fifteen,

She had her mind set, on the man of her dreams,

Coming home from school, on the 4 o’clock train,

she met a young lad, who said “Hello, I’m Wayne”

They arranged to meet for coffee on Saturday night,

But Wayne didn’t get, his timing right. And she said,-


Wayne Kerr, Where are you?

Wayne Kerr, you’re late,

Wayne Kerr, Where are you?

Please come quickly ‘cos you know I cannot wait?


Wayne’s worked at Tesco, since 2009,

Reading all the magazines, to help pass the time,

Hiding in the storeroom, a solo game of let’s pretend,

Whilst thinking about the things he do, with his new girlfriend,

The tannoy caller came out, loud and clear,

But Wayne was in heaven, so he didn’t hear! When she said,-

Chorus

On the day of their wedding, Titty looked divine,

Wayne told his best man, that the pleasure was all mine,

at the hotel reception, he couldn't believe his eyes,

there stood a page three model, of whom he often fantasised,

with an ounce or two of silver in the palm of his hand,

His newly wed wife, didn’t understand. Then she said,-

Chorus


This song is the one that caused us a lot of frustration. It was written and arranged with a specific vocalist in mind who initially agreed to perform in his own very unique style. We got Tara Rez of The Duel to do the backing vocals and added a superb brass section. The vocalist in question (who shall remain anonymous) must have lost or changed his number 3 times before we eventually just gave up. We've also recorded a faster version that may appear on the next project.


Lee Rigby

Words & Music by Paul D Waghorn


A hero soldier served his Queen,

Woolwich, London, SE18,

hacked to death, two on one,

murdered by extremist 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!


In May 2013, one of the worse atrocities ever to occur on the streets of London saw Lee Rigby murdered by Islamic extremists. His memory symbolises the ordinary man's war against terror. Chelsea Jon of Citizen Keyne provided the vocals, and is as so typical of Insane Society productions, we have pinched a piece of BBC news to highlight the tragedy.

National Service

Words by Garry Johnson - Music by Paul D Waghorn


Additional Lyrics by Paul D Waghorn


Born in a city of tower blocks,

Alcatraz without the rocks,

sent to over-crowded schools,

beaten up if you broke the rules.

How our mothers sit and cried,

‘cos they know were gonna die,

we beat the boredom with slimming pills,

go to the seaside in stolen wheels.

     They took away my liberty,

     they took away my soul,

     they tried to break the man in me,

     and left me in a hole.

Bunk off school every other day,

If we get caught, they make us pay,

so we watch out for the boys in blue,

you never know who’s watching you.

Soldiers wearing pin striped suits,

want us to wear marching boots,

army life they say is fun,

clear the streets of all the young.

     They took away my liberty,

     they took away my soul,

     they tried to break the man in me,

     and left me in a hole.

National Service, hup two three four,

National Service, hup two three,

National Service, hup two, up two

could’ve made a man outta me.

We want you to go to war,

kill another country’s poor,

we are the class who fight their wars,

sometimes steal from department stores,

we are the class that their kind hate,

‘cos we live on council estates,

so they’ve invented a new state game,

playing soldiers is the name.

     They took away my liberty,

     they took away my soul,

     they tried to break the man in me,

     and left me in a hole.

National Service, hup two three four,

National Service, hup two three,

National Service, hup two, up two

could’ve made a man outta me.

Ok, so we've been down this route before, firstly on 'Buy one, get one free' with Sheldon doing lead vocals,, and then again on 'Is this England' wihere, by the wonders of technology, we  superimposed Garry Johnson's vocals onto our existing backing track. This is a bit of a hybrid. All the drums, plus most of the guitars have been re-recorded with the vocals being treated to fit. Pretty good don't ya think?


The A259

Words by Paul D Waghorn


Music by ??


Well if you, ever plan to motor west,

follow my way, along the downs way at its best,

take your time, along the A259.


Well it starts beyond Hastings in the East,

cross the marshes through Bexhill and Pevensey,

take your time, along the A259.


Eastbourne beach is so neat,

Beachy Head and Excete,

Seaford Town so pretty,

Newhaven, - such a pity,

then you’ll see, the cliffs at Telscombe,

and Saltdeans plush lido,

then on into Brighton, 

not to mention Kemptown,

Hove, Portslade and Shoreham on Sea.


But after that, my directions start to flap,

after Worthing, I must consult the map.

Take your time, along the A259.


We've tried this before, one of the first songs Sheldon and I recorded back in 2006. This is a complete re-record and a wee bit faster as well. You'll probably recognise the tune as Route 66 which is somewhere in America. This is far better 'cos it's set on the south-coast of Kent through Sussex.


This is England

Words & Music by Paul D Waghorn


A teenage murderer was sentenced for his crime,

with good behavior served a quarter of the time,

his victim never had a life, compared to mine,

‘cos this is England, this is England.


Bad news in the paper saw inflation on a high,

the bankers got their bonuses but god knows only why,

bailed out by the government, obliged to sell a lie.

‘cos this is England, this is England.


    Is cruel Britannia dreaming ?

    wake up, ‘cos England’s screaming,

    no place for justice anymore.


Today I heard a story from a very dodgy source,

an M.P with his trousers down was covered up, of course,

photographic evidence but still showed no remorse,

‘cos this is England, this is England.


Somewhere in a factory on this god forsaken land,

the workers get a pittance for their bosses global plan,

production costs are minimal but retails for a grand,

‘cos this is England, this is England,

this is England, this is England,

this is England, this is England.


This is a re-mix of the song that appeared on 'Farcebook' It was such a good song that I never thought was done sufficient justice. Then I discovered I'd mixed it without the strings in stereo, so with Steve adding some drums, this is the result. Not many punk bands finish their set with a slow song, but we do 'cos we ain't an ordinary punk band!


Born to be Wild

Words & Music by Mars Bonfire


Get ya motor runnin'

head out on the highway,

I'm searching' for adventure,

in whatever comes our way,

yea, darlin' gonna make it happen,

take the world in a love embrace,

fire all of your guns at once and,

explode into space.


I like smoke and lightning,

heavy metal thunder,

racing with the wind,

and feeling that i'm under,

yea, darlin' gonna make it happen,

take the world in a love embrace,

fire all of your guns at once and,

explode into space.

Born to be wild.
Born to be wild.

A song performed especially for Richie Harland, the guest vocalist on this Steppenwolf classic bikers anthem. It has since become a staple part of our live set. We rehearsed it 5 times as a soundcheck and then put it into the set that night which we recorded onto an 8-track digital. I was amazed at how good the quality was. The rest of the session can be downloaded free here.

Another live download recorded at Sheldons Bar in Margate direct to a minidisk recorder in Mono, can be accessed here.