1. |
Gobshite Parts 1& 2
05:31
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Gobshite
Heard you on the wireless tonight
English Riviera sounds nice
I laugh at your Nazi propaganda
What does it even mean; you're closing in?
Get your own houses in order
Before you start looking for trouble in mine
Used to be blah blah blah
Now it's like, like, yeah yeah yeah
Whatever, transmit only, no one cares - Gobshite
Let’s drink to oblivion;
Stay angry about things we can’t change
I hate wasting my time waiting for trains
The announcements are all Gobshite
A most unpleasant individual
It's all about in your face
Arcane concepts along with capitalism
May they all rest in pieces in the same place
Are you kidding, look around, bastard government slime
Punishing peaceful protesters, bombing their homes, ruining their lives
The feeling is so strong; We are beyond afraid
It wont be long until the world is in flames - again
Another media feeding frenzy, still trying to fix it for Jim
Attack the cult of celebrity,
Cover up your Kings and Queens and their equerries
Accusations fly; Corruption and lies, subterfuge and spies
Everyone denies being - Gobshite
Siberian Husky club – Gobshite
Allowed on the radio in Northern Ireland
Part of the Molesta Club Committee
Written by Martin Weller © 2013
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3. |
Not the EU
05:21
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It wasn't the EU that split us in two, it was the fracking Tories
Fishing quotas, Pension age, Austerity, Homelessness, Destitution, Survival sex – what the...?
Not the EU, HM's UK Government – that's who, Tories
Education, Arts, Libraries, Youth Clubs, Despair, Immigration
Lies about the NHS, Adult Social Care, Mental Health, Fire, Police, Army types, burning buildings, power; cuts, cuts, cuts and more cuts, water contamination - Tories
Increased tution fees – Fib Dems. Penury, removing bursaries, culling badgers, netting trees, dumbing down of society, filthy rich aristocracy in the UK - Rotten turning his back on Anarchy, Grenfell, Morrisey, begging letters from the local head, underfunding everything, except.... posh nob Tories
It not the EU that threatens your safety and freedom
It's the wailing tories
Tax havens for the super rich; whilst your meagre savings earn you zip – No FT – no fluffing tories
Tax tax and more tax plus 20% VAT value added what? -
Food banks
Nurses and Doctors, Windrush, leaving in droves, British standards crashing, Job losses for the euros - Dodgy hour contracts – zero - Universal credit, if you can ever get it – bolloctix - Tories
Went to polls 2016 – voted, Get rid of those Johnny foreigners, coming over here, Do you know what I mean?
No mate - that's UKIP and the hateful Tories
We're going to leave the Union, but we haven't got a plan
The talking heads on telly - “Blockheads” according to me nan
It wasn't the EU that screwed us up, it was the lying Tories
It's not the perfect beast, but it doesn't make our laws
Leaving gives more power to the queer fish rich to screw us even more, are you sure?
No deal.
Written by Martin Weller ©️ 2019
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4. |
Go to go girl
02:31
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Gotta go girl
She's always on the run, grabbing fun in fleeting moments
Taking chances, off the wall, enjoying the thrill, having a ball
Years of frustration, she's found a new vocation
Loving life, nobody's fool any more
But she's always got to leave, some place to be
Mouths to feed, lives to lead - My gotta go girl
She's dreamy and lazy but she's driving me crazy
This shallow heart is filling with desire
I don't know if it will last, nothing is certain
Before we crash and burn, it'll be an amazing ride
But she's always got to leave, some place to be
Mouths to feed, lives to lead - My gotta go girl
Tears of frustration, she's found a new vocation
Loving life, nobody's fool any more
But she's always on the run, looking for fun
Always go to go, see someone she knows
Always go to leave, some place to be
Mouths to feed lives to lead
My got to go girl
Words and music by Martin Weller
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5. |
A bit gay
03:58
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A bit gay
Transbassador
Good day - I’m from Wo-king in case there’s any doubt
Now, what’s all this LGBTIQA+ malarkey I’ve heard about
Me mam said she knew when I was three
“Something different”, about me
Born with it, you know, that way; pre-existing [condition]
Fate, God’s will, Who knows
Isn’t there a pill to save the embarrassment of coming out to my family and friends
Now I’m Mx thing, Non binary, Identifying, enby
I am relating with Astral weeks
WTF does Piers Morgan know
He’s a two-faced penguin gobshite on the telly
It’s an opinion I suppose
I’m a bit gay
That’s the reality
Always been this way
It doesn’t bother me
Quite like some aspects of it actually
Me mam said she knew when I was three
“Something different”, about me
Born with it, you know, that way; pre-existing [condition]
Isn’t there a pill to save the embarrassment of coming out to my family and friends
A bit gay - Just a little bit
It’s me chromosomes dear
X or Y you tell me - I’ve no idea
“I didn’t like him even before I found out he’s gay” - Abstract Tim
Words Martin Weller, Music JMDB 2020
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6. |
Anti matter attack
02:25
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Anti matter attack
There's something strange about today
A hush that I cant quite hear
A lack of something unexplainable fills the atmosphere
No radio or TV on
Devices make no sound
You can't use that old main frame
No one moving on the football ground
Word gets around
Someone said the banks and shops are closed; shut down
No access to your funds
Trillions of pounds
World systems have been hacked
We are the victims of an anti matter; democlatter; can't be arsed, not my problem jack; bon ennui attack
Magnetic force, counter matter, molecular interruption
The price we will pay for global destruction; (political corruption)
It's no joke; it's true
They've been threatening for years
To take you down
This ain't Dr Who
No access to your hard earned cash
No nevermind cos you can't go back
World systems neutralised
Victim of an anti shatter; democratic; can't be arsed, not my problem Jack;
let some one else clean up the crap; bon ennui it doesn't matter attack
Words and music by Martin Weller 2013
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7. |
Boris the liar
02:39
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Boris the sly cur
He’s driving us all up the wall
Blond, stupid hair-brain, very small
Now he's shitting on their heads
Care home patients mostly dead
Boris the slimeball - Boris the sly dog
Now he's dropped us in the shit
Oven ready dead Brexit
Maybe he's as scared as me
I think that’s most unlikely
Boris the snider - Boris the liar
Creepy crawly makes my skin crawl
There he is wrapped in a flag
Wrinkled saggy old ball bag
Doesn't seem to care at all
Perhaps he's dead, I'll just make su-ure
Boris defiler
Creepy, crawly
He'll come to a sticky end - yuk
Let’s hope that he never mends
Never more he’ll crawl around
He's embedded in the ground
Boris the liar
Boris the slimeball
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8. |
Imagine that_JMDB
02:20
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9. |
I'm sick of it
02:20
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I’m sick of it [Original lyrics]
[Could you imagine working for these truth twisters]
You’re not fit for purpose
Not what we need
Twee caring folks
Not driven by greed
You’ve had more than a year to sort this
Your best isn’t good enough
Time to get the funk out
It’s not a frickin game show
Points don’t make prizes
Not a celebratory banquette
It’s the condemneds’ last meal
My heart bleeds
You’re all someone’s daughter, someone’s son
You asked for it
Comes with the territory
You’re done
Get lost
You’re not worth a toss
No loss, dross, bullies and cads
Your mum’s and your dad’s have disowned
Your arrogance
Who rules the waves now suckers
“Never will be slaves” - have you checked latelyWhat have you cunts been doing for four and a half fucking wasted years
You all deserve to swing
Truth twisters
Lions led by donkeys
Fuck bitch cunt witch
Patel in her nest of vipers
Why are we tolerating this abuse
They don't know what they are doingIt's a shambles
Under suspicion
Pigswill do what they're told
You can't educate or argue with pork
Lords of [the] flies rising from covid corpses
Mother tries to see the god in every one
Even she believes the propaganda is fear-mongering, scare tactics, gas lighting
Being forced to break the law
Consent withdrawn
While tories commit murderer
Criminal gross negligence
Hang ‘em high
Words by Martin Weller, Music JMDB
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10. |
Melanie
02:40
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Melanie
That is all Melanie
No one can imagine what drove you to calamity
Done with dignity
I salute your bravery
The worst thing a Catholic girl can do
Your hell was here on earth nothing so cruel
Hail Mary, roserry take them with you
Goodbye to pergatory
Melanie
That is all there will ever be
Courage
No more time to dwell
Long term addiction
Mainlining life
On a Barber's wages
She used to feel useful
Part of society
Getting ever more socially adrift – frailty
Police called every number on your phone, at 3am
Torment that drove you took you home; all alone
That is all Melanie
No one can imagine what drove you to calamity
Done with dignity
I salute your bravery
Melanie
That is all there will ever be
Words and music by Martin Weller 2016
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11. |
Pete Bendall
02:46
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Pete Bendall
Holy Trinity, Storyville Jazz
Rolle Road, Bicton Place
Saying goodbye to a friend; He'd just come to the end
That was the day when Pete Bendall went on his way
It was a joyous celebre' of life in essence
Pictures of glorious times and younger faces
Georgia still on his mind
Sing, 'Smile'; Be happy have a good time
Harry Secombe Highway
Lord it chucked it down
Heavens opened
The Church was full, laughter rang out all around
That was the day when Pete Bendall went on his way
Pete's in a better place, according to the Priest
But he did a pretty good job right here
Laying it down on his big old Hofner bass
Holy Trinity, Storyville Jazz
Discombobulated on cider and gin
Saying goodbye to a friend; He'd just come to the end
That was the day when Pete Bendall went on his way
You gotta laugh
Lyrics and music written by Martin Weller 2017
Music reimagined by The Storyville Jazz Band
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12. |
Pisssed & Stoned
02:22
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13. |
Queen Bee_JMDB
02:17
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Queen Bee
It's like going out with Her Maj
She's loaded, but doesn't carry cash
No expectations, great
Let it ring, feel the sting
Teetering in on stilettos
Pigeon toed camel train
Ready to crawl, Cardasian
That's when the book fell to pieces
Queen bee
Geraldine pushed me out of the way
So Dave could take a 'selfie' of her and John Bowe
All part of the show
They have no idea who I am
Not saying she's too much, but
Seemed like such a big deal back then
Doesn't mean anything now
Butterflies dance and entwine
Spiders nesting in your ears or worse overnight
Queen Bee
Hairy happenings
Bees in the mist no rest for the wicked
Long legged daddy in tights
Queen Bee
Words and music by Martin Weller 2015
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14. |
Cognoscenti_JMDB
03:56
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Cognoscenti [kon-yuh-shen-tee]
Self-confessed hypocrite
Oh me of little faith
Shouting your ignorance, in my face
Behind closed ears the morons/zombies live
Never mind the proof
One awaits one's fate; still looking for a truth
We know what's going down, it’s not hard to understand
It's elementary to the so-called cognoscenti – they never had a plan
Intelligent; guttersnipes; not necessarily entwined
Land, lineage and elitist types, bullshit baffle brains
What's on the cordon blur mate; Fine dining – wine – blood line
Common sense, as we know, is not bestowed on the 99 [per cent]
Propensity for density, thick cuts never understood
Piffle, Twaddle, Idiocracy, in this greedy unpleasant hood
Stop the bus I wanna get off, the world's gone barking mad
All afflicted and half-crazed, I’ve lost my tiny mind
We know what's going down, it’s not hard to understand
It's elementary to the so-called cognoscenti – they never had a plan
The british should be upholding standards
You know, the one’s we put in place
Human rights, decency, not poison on our plates
Culture killers, abusers; The ignorami are out in force
Spouting Murdoch’s putrid bile – discharge of course
We know what's going down, it’s not hard to understand
It's elementary to the so-called cognoscenti – they never had a plan
Divided we fail
Words and music by Martin Weller
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15. |
Sick again_JMDB
02:06
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Sick again
Stick or twist, stick or twist - Risking it all
How does it feel to you tortured soul?
Got to give it up, give it up before it gets worse
Started out as fun now it’s serious
You don’t appear to feel the same, but you’re not pushing it away
Best that nothing happens
To end this mad obsession
Sick again, sick again - one senses danger
It’s such a pity – you’re still a stranger
Self-destruct, self-destruct or reconstitution
I raised the bar so high - Now It’s total confusion
You don’t have to say the words
But there’s got to be meaning
It’s best that nothing happens
To end this bad obsession
Sick again, sick again - one senses danger
Then no one cares - you are still a stranger
Stick or twist, stick or twist - Risking it all
How does it seem to you tortured soul?
You don’t appear to feel the same
But you’re not pushing it away
Best that nothing happens, to end this mad obsession
Words and music by Martin Weller
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16. |
UXB
04:54
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UXB [Original lyrics]
I’m a UXB - Unexpected unexploded bomb
Incendiary - Far left, right - left right, quick, march
No cause required – not even a kalashnikov fired
There’s an SLR in the trunk of my car
Got a baseball bat in case I’m attacked
I carry a knife ‘cos in fear of my life
Vodka takes over and the Loo-Pol attacks
He claims it was a blackout
No use to me, he kicked my door in and smashed holes in the wall
Trying not to explode, tells you all you need to know
States of.. Caliphate, Prayer - venting my spleen at the cunts on screen
Makes me wanna scream - lucky I’m not more extreme
What would Christ make of it all - Was it this shit [shiite] in his time
Short termism - Misguided missiles - Clinging to ancient sand
Skiing in Iran - Who knew - prejudices and hatred - alien
Be grateful I only rant on social media - Legion
Pouring derision on people with opposing views
Gangs of Militia disguised as political parties fight for superiority
Killing each other on the name of
Terrorist sympathiser – Patriot – Traitor - Flag verses banner wavers – one god
Religion burns fire
Fascist-nation fascination with assassination
Extremist Hate speech - Second world war - Evacuation
I can blow my mind at any moment
Mines set to destroy passerby - Stay on the path of least resistance
There’s going to be a breach of the peace - I’m telling you now
Not on any list - I have no loyalty to a paramilitary - Not a terrorist suspect
Quiet in my cell until I get the call from Allah, God, Government, or whoever, to create armageddon let alone hell
I’m not being monitored - I don’t exist - GCHQ
When the time comes - The day of reckoning - I work alone
It’s easier - Stay under the radar - Keep oneself to oneself - Woe betide you
A plague on all your houses
Words by Martin Weller, Music by JMDB 2021
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17. |
Are you grateful yet
04:43
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Are you grateful yet
Sounds like a Rolf Harris catchphrase to me
Ever so ‘umble and grateful your honour
Uriah heap - shmuck
Don't sweat it, get it back to you, Overkilled – 150,000 dead
Keeping the borders open
There’s a killer on the loose - Tories
Don't sweat it, get it back to you
We, the govt give you permission to sit on a bench in a park again
Meet in groups of six - hang about, there’s a new variant that might scupper the plans
You can go outside and play sports
Laurence Fox -twat
Soon, you might be allowed to sit with family and friends in pubs, restaurants, cafes, oh yeah and hug sideways
If your papers are in order you may be allowed to travel, home or abroad, go the theatre, sports stadium, concert hall or cinema
A year ago we lent the govt our liberty for three short weeks to flatten the curve
A year on, they are refusing to give back what did not belong to them in the first place
There is no reason we are being kept in lockdown
We have been manipulated, frightened out of our minds and bare faced lied to
More authoritarian measures are being conjured now we’re down with a knee on our neck
Vaccine passports, freedom passes - The middle finger right up our arses
The Nuremberg code means nothing to these snivelling tory toads
Take the jab for freedom - No. Enough is enough
I withdraw my consent - Reclaim party manifesto
No more muzzles - The enemy is within - Petty criminals will be crushed
It doesn’t take much to become a dictator - Laying down your laws
I am an infidel - I have been radicalised by myself
Dismissing the bullshit spouted by so-called leaders of country and world
Just a little bone thrown for you mangey mutts
Whilst we eat caviar n our stateley homes
Here, have some crumbs of small comfort
Mad dogs and englishmen go out in the April snow - Conned
Which half of the forked tongue are you listening to, tory or labour
Words Martin Weller
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18. |
Bad Queen Bee Boy_JMDB
02:47
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Queen Bee
It's like going out with Her Maj
She's loaded, but doesn't carry cash
No expectations, great
Let it ring, feel the sting
Teetering in on stilettos
Pigeon toed camel train
Ready to crawl, Cardasian
That's when the book fell to pieces
Queen bee
Geraldine pushed me out of the way
So Dave could take a 'selfie' of her and John Bowe
All part of the show
They have no idea who I am
Not saying she's too much, but
Seemed like such a big deal back then
Doesn't mean anything now
Butterflies dance and entwine
Spiders nesting in your ears or worse overnight
Queen Bee x 4 – Solo
Hairy happenings
Bees in the mist no rest for the wicked
Long legged daddy in tights
Queen Bee
Words and music Martin Weller 2015
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19. |
So wot
02:18
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So what? [wot]
You can't remember yesterday – so what?
You weren't nice to anyone -
Don't care about anything -
What difference does it make? Live your life give and take the lot
What if I don't care?
What if I don't want to share?
Don't wanna hear about your troubles
That's not the attitude, where are your Christian values?
Tow the line or pay a fine - so what
Sick and tired of the constant whine,
Take the consequences every time – or not
I can't remember yesterday – so what?
I wasn't nice to anyone -
I didn't care about anything
Sick and tired of the constant whine,
Doing what I can, still it's all going to pot...
So what.....
Words and music by Martin Weller 2010
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20. |
Ode to Billy
02:28
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Ode to Billy
Arise Sir William of Spillersby
St George was a Roman soldier
Legend spread far and wide
Mythical dragon slayer
So say the ancient scribes
23rd April, a very famous date
The birth of Billy Spiller on St Georges’ day
Georgie visited Glastonbury, Billy did as well
When things got out of hand
We celebrate the lives of both and here's to them today!
It's 40 years since Billy arrived
A few more since St Georges’ fame
He we are, Billy slain
Who's shout is it let's go round again
Up the Gooners, Lympstone lad
Likes a few pints with his dad
Been known to get his fingers green
Handy with a strimmer
Gets a little grinner when his Arsenal team are winners
Heading down easy street, happy with whatever
Bon anniversaire to you my friend, let’s drink some Latin liquor
To celebrate St Georges Day and the birth of Billy Spiller
Anchor man in a tug of war, built like a flanker
Next time I see his mum, I want to thank her
23rd April, a very famous date
The birth of Billy Spiller on St Georges’ day
If you visit shrines don't be surprised somewhere in the dark
Georgie will be there with dragon slayed
And Billy singing fire it up, fire it up
Words and music Martin Weller 2020
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Martin Weller Exmouth, UK
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