8 posts tagged “john peel”
Instrumental Quarter: Perfect for a Sunday afternoon.
I can't decide which is going to be my Song of the Day.
And then there's always Billy Squier...
I hereby declare JOHN PEEL to be the best music search term ever.
By the grace of the Festive 50 (#44), another song by the Mighty Mighty has been found...
As an added bonus - this gem from the Come Ons.
Best lyrics ever... There ought to be a law against you...
To my knowledge, this is the only FULL (but not necessarily accurate) set of lyrics to be found online anywhere for the song Breaking News! by Half Man Half Biscuit. I know because I looked all over online for them all day, I found a few snippets here and there, but since I couldn't find any FULL lyrics I personally typed this up myself by ear. Someone had to do it. Ek - Friday, June 29, 2007: 2:15 pm Pacific.
We’re just receiving reports of an incident on a farm in Sussex, where a number of people have been arrested in connection with annoying the nation. It is believed that the owner of the farm, a Mr. Hibbert, has been cooperating with police and government officials, in a plot codenamed “Operation Less Pricks”, and kindly granted permission for the use of a 17th century tithe barn as a temporary holding place for those arrested.
Although not confirmed, we are led to understand that those already charged include:
Bus drivers who don't wait for people to sit down before pulling away from the bus stop.
Taxi drivers who use their horns instead of knocking on the door.
People who moan at the Council about the streets being full of litter, not stopping to think that it is people who drop litter not the Council.
A room full of drama teachers listening to Bjork.
Grown men with replica shirts worn over their jumpers, who stand up and stretch out their arms when the opposingteam fail to hit the target.
An assortment of scriptwriters, novelists, and playwrites who own agas but don't know how to use them.
A musical equipment reviewer responsible for an article titled "Microphone of the month".
A woman who described herself as "a little bit Bridget, a little bit Ally, a little bit Sex In The City" and chose to call her baby boy Fred as a childishly rebellious attempt at a clever reaction to those who might have expected her to call him Julian or Rupert. A bit of advice: call him Rupert. It fits, and besides, it's a good name. Don't be calling him Fred or Archie with all its cheeky-but-lovable working-class scamp connotations unless you really do have plans for him to spend his life in William Hills waiting them to weigh in at Newton Abbott.
Also being held is a whole wall full of teenagers spitting needlessly.
An amature thug in camouflage trousers whose Japanese fighting dog had run amok on a Swindon Council Estate.
A man from the record company who said that George Michael continues to challenge social taboos through his music.
Lisa Riley.
Continuity announcers introducing comedy shows.
A pub band who gets uppity when everyone goes to the bar during a song they've written themselves.
A group of football fans referred to as Commodores, as in one twice three times a season, who feed sugar lumps to police horses at Cup Finals.
An artist who said his next album will be more song based.
A man who informed people that he gets up at 6 o'clock every morning, and seems to want a medal.
People who say they speak as they find and are somehow proud of it.
Journalists who try and spell an interviewee's laugh.
An organization who declared an awareness week for an awareness weeks.
And a Council worker who dropped litter.
We’ll bring you more details, as they emerge...
Black Grape, Primal Scream and Collapsed Lung sing songs about Football (Soccer) for your listening enjoyment.
(Okay, now some of this may sound stupid to some of you guys but I want you to hear me out. Now look, you know different people think about life in different ways. Lawyers think life is a big court room; Doctors probably thinks life is like a big operation; Bus drivers think life is...er...a big bus I guess. Who knows what the hell those guys think. Anyway, I've always thought of life as a big football game...)
You get, I got goals
You get, I get, the balls
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
England!
Raise a glass, a perfect pass,
and dribble around my socks
Check my shirt and drink my shots
And squeeze me in the box
It's a digital football thing,
It's a football thing
I live in a land of class hypocracy,
We're going to win the National Lottery,
E I Adio, I don't think so
Now it's time, filling it up
Into the net, never give up
Cause England's Irie
England's Irie
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Hey diddle-diddle, there's a fella in the middle and I think he's pulling my string
My wife's lactating and I'm spectating
It's a football thing
I live in a land of class hypocracy,
We're going to win the National Lottery
E I Adio, I don't think so
Win that ball, head for the goal,
Use your stealth, don't lose control
Cross, into the box, we got the strength to take the knocks
Gonna battle hard,
Players on a mission, operation no-card,
No free kicks or penalties to the opposition,
Swift, strong, every old tacticians
Now it's time, filling it up
Into the net, never give up
Cause England's Irie
England's Irie
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
(England? Well it's the best kept village in Europe, isn't it?)
Keep the game on the pitch
Bung it in
England!
Now it's time, filling it up
Into the net, never give up
Cause England's Irie
England's Irie
Now it's time filling it up
Into the net, never give up
Cause England's Irie
England's Irie
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Across this pseudo nation
You can see the most fucked up scum
That was shat into creation
Where a blue mckewan's lager top equals
No imagination
You're hunbelievable
You're hunbelievable
What do they do with all the confiscated bevy,
The polis?
Buckets and bags of it?
Give it to the jakies? nah.
Drink it themselves? mibbe.
Give it back to the retailers
So they can sell it all back to us over again
The cunts (echo)
You're hunbelievable
You're hunbelievable
The mystery of scottish sport
Is why we hate the english so.
I love the english very much
As long as they don't fuckin beat us
In the european nations cup
You're hunbelievable
You're hunbelievable
Sitting outside wembley in `79,
Jock punks in london, massive carry out
Talking to a guy in an ice cream van
So drunk for weeks and we're goin
Way past the point of wantin tickets.
It would be horrendous now if someone
Was to hand you a fuckin ticket
You'd have to leave all the bevy
Outside the grounds by the polis dump bins
No fuckin way!
Ten minutes into the fuckin game
We'd be climbing up the walls to get out.
Fuc-kin hell.
Remember the banner
"alcoholism beats communism",
Well it beats the fuck out of football as well.
Think you're a success
Your psyche's a mess
Your economy is in distress
Sittin and waiting for the inevitable shot out
That never comes
Sittin and waiting for the inevitable shot out
That never fuckin comes.
Say Ho wo [ho wo]
Say Eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say Ho [ho]
Say Ho wo [ho wo]
Say Eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say eat my goal [eat my goal]
I know no woos
i know you're no fools
we're in love with the beautiful game with no shame
that's cool, true, but jump in the queue
complete time brothers with the peak time tools
can't hide
caught offside
down with the art and the pride
i know you got soul
i know you can eat my goal
cos us be a gratue i've been told
in the nick of time, nick of time,
make a fine rhyme sick of mine
given up the possibility to resign
making out i know something you don't
making out you'd cope with a joke but you won't
admit to being a big tooth
spoon full of rapture, rhymes as it hits you
may or may not be amused
no ask me cos me plain bemused
Say Ho [ho]
Say Ho wo [ho wo]
Say Eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say Ho [ho]
Say Ho wo [ho wo]
Say Eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say eat my goal [eat my goal]
looking for a saviour to save ya
from a lack of knowledge
this little fella won't get you through college
yeah knowledge is fine, but the party's mine
no no ask me about summer so
let everybody in the house say disco
got things to say all about having nothing to say
i never have my way
the new part team of mum won't move into ma home
to play sport and to forget to call their mums on the telephone
use some bass, lower the tone, lower the tone
don't ask me cos me not know
serious question spoken in a joke
and with the mind of a lesser spotted bloke
that won't make you choke
Say Ho [ho]
Say Ho wo [ho wo]
Eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say Ho [ho]
Say Ho wo [ho wo]
Eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say Ho [ho]
Say Ho wo [ho wo]
Eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say Ho [ho]
Say Ho wo [ho wo]
Eat my goal [eat my goal]
Say eat my goal [eat my goal]
