Is it just death from here on in?

A poem for dead pop stars;-

IS IT JUST DEATH FROM HERE ON IN?

THERE I WAS TRYING REALLY HARD
TO BELIEVE IN MONKEE DAYDREAMS
I HEARD THE NEWS THAT DAVY JONES
HAD DIED FROM A HEART ATTACK
I COULD HAVE SWORN I HEARD THE WHISTLE
OF CLARKSVILLE’S LAST TRAIN CALLING
PICKING UP ALL THOSE DEAD POP-STARS
ON THE NEVER ENDING JOURNEY BACK HOME
EVERY DAY THE LIST GETS LONGER
MORE STARS FALLING FROM THE SKY
THEY GET A LITTLE NOD ON FACEBOOK
LINKS TO FINE WRITTEN OBITUARIES
AND ANCIENT YOU-TUBE VIDEOS
REST IN PEACE AMY AND WHITNEY
AND DOBIE, JACKIE AND ETTA
LET MEMORIES JUST NOT FADE AWAY
WILL ALL OF US ALWAYS LOVE YOU?
IS IT JUST DEATH FROM HERE ON IN?

5th March 2012

It’s Boom-Time in Dystopia

Another poem I posted as a note on Facebook which is hard to find now. Title track to the first Chilly Dogz CD and just as valid now as it was two years ago.  I just love the languid way the guitar makes this track sound, Marc was on very good form by the time we got round to recording this track.

http://thechillydogz.bandcamp.com/track/boomtime-in-dystopia

BOOM-TIME IN DYSTOPIA

The ship of state lies crashed upon the rocks

The rich and the famous are checking their locks

One hundred starlings fall from the sky

Some precious darlings say “We’re all gonna die!”

The world is getting dopier

We’ve emptied cornucopia

We never reached Utopia

And it’s Boom-time in dystopia!

Whilst we lie sleeping in our beds

Drones are flying above our heads

The CCTV is watching me and you

None of us are quite sure what to do

No-one stops to think about the honey bee

Only the cult of celebrity

Airheads all scream, and shout “Hooray!”

“Jordan’s got a new pair of tits today!”

We lie around drinking pomegranate smoothies

Watching brand new counterfeited movies

Nobody pays for their music anymore

Nobody believes that they’re breaking the law

And what does it matter any fucking way

There aren’t enough cops to nick everyone today

And now the Assembly’s gone extra craven

They’re gonna pour boiling water into Milford Haven

The world is getting dopier

We’ve emptied cornucopia

We never reached Utopia

And it’s Boom-time in Dystopia!

Copyright: Harry Rogers, 11th March 2010