Little Paradise Plot 4 revised proposals

Comments for the Bedminster Green Campaign and Windmill Hill & Malago Planning Action Group (WHAM)

 

Note there is an error in the appendix it says “Bedminster Green” for the location of the pollution “canyon” measured by the consultants, when it should say Bedminster Parade. Will update the pdf soon.

Little Paradise Plot 4 revised proposals

JUSTICE

how many times have i been told

that it is best

to hold it in

how many times have i been told

that’s not the way

that things are done

how many times have i had to watch

my brothers fall

without a trace

how many times have i had to see

the mothers shake

when they pass that place

the flowers wilt

the anger burns on still

i want revenge

i want justice

i want revenge

the only thing they’ll understand

i want revenge

i want justice

i want revenge

i was glad

when they burned

that barracks down!

vengeance is mine says the lord

i’ll set up a public inquiry

so now i’m paying to be ignored

from the riot shield to the diary

mem’ry of the collective

let us right this wrong

how many times have i been told

channel your anger

somewhere else

how many times have i turned it in

on someone i love

or on my self

I’m sick and tired of being patronised

by suits too scared to tell their folk

how many scars on both my cheeks

how many wills

made for the meek

the flowers wilt

the anger burns on still

i want revenge

i want justice

i want revenge

the only thing they’ll understand

i want revenge

i want justice

i want revenge

i was glad

when they tore

that statue down!

JUSTICE

THE KID WITH THE KEYS TO THE KITCHEN

He’s the kid with the keys to the kitchen

and he smiles as he waves them in the air

while we stand in line, snigg’rin and bitching

waiting to go in and get our share

and when we’ve cooked everything that he’s asked us

and put everything back in its place

then he’ll let us out with our rations

on our old school dinner trays

and we smile as we pass through the doorway

and say thanks, and you’re the man

because tomorrow we know we’ll be hungry

and we’ll have to come here again

THE KID WITH THE KEYS TO THE KITCHEN

tale of 2 cities

duplo rainbow

soft applause

cynthia’s come back

from the war

she can’t talk to

u no more

send that black girl

to the fray

let that white boy

bring your tray

and stay

out of the way

see emily say:

it’s a tale

it’s a tale of 2 cities

and u can’t sit

u just can’t see it

warning lights

squeaky brakes

keep her going

for my sake

only so much

she can take

yesterday

life was tough

q 4 scraps

at the trough

now the trough’s

been boarded up

see emily say:

it’s a tale

it’s a tale of 2 cities

and u can’t sit

u just can’t see it

don’t clap 4 me auntie tina

i never signed up    2 die young

i never signed up    2 bail u out

i never messed with captain tom

next time u c me

u better run

got your mama

in a cage

keep the numbers

off the page

keep on working

hold your rage

smell the tears

of market clowns

know which side

the butter’s on

words fly out

hearts go zoom

tale of 2 cities

THE TRIAL

Watching the tv

don’t want to believe

i saw you feed them

to the wolves

sisters and brothers

who’d cared for each other, &

cleared up the mess that

you left behind

Down in the city

we’re showing you something

you could join in with

to make it less bad

send in the henchmen

flailing and failing

look for our weak spots

send in your dad

Well find peace of mind

leave this all behind

for a while

struggle is so hard

in these times

coming from all sides

it’s a trial

See the umbrellas

wave after wave

no one to tell us

no one was saved

everyone’s frightened

coverin their asses

flicking the channels in

the homes of the brave

Well find peace of mind

leave this all behind

for a while

struggle is so hard

in these times

coming from all sides

it’s a trial


YOU’RE LIKE A SUNFLOWER IN THE RAIN

NOT KNOWING IF YOU’LL EVER BE DRY AGAIN

Sue Lin come on in

let me wipe the blood from your chin

next time that you go out

we are gonna come with you

Takin your baby

out on the dance floor

pressing your fist with

the one that you trust

tomorrow means running

just so you can stand still

tomorrow means something

and it always will

We’ll find peace of mind

leave this all behind

for a while

struggle is so hard

in these times

coming from all sides

it’s a trial

Well come back again

always find new strength

on our side

struggle is so hard

in these times

but we’re coming from all sides

it’s your trial

 

THE TRIAL

FIG ROLL LAUNDROMAT

I’m talkin ‘bout freedom

freedom for the pike

and his acolytes

I got a tongue

that can take care

of your parasites

if you treat me nice

I got eyes

that I can close

oh yeah

I’M A FIG ROLL LAUNDROMAT

A FIB REEL EUROCRAT

A GLIB DULL TORY FAG

OH YEAH

I’m neither one side

or the other, I

just sit and watch the fight

IF ONLY IF ONLY IF ONLY IF ONLY

IF ONLY THEY WOULD SEE THE LIGHT!

I vote for benefit cuts

from the safety of

my suburban hut

tell you how to live your life

(all the bootstraps you can buy)

give to my chosen charity

run a mixed economy

ride a hybrid meri

to       cra     cy

 

I’M A FIG ROLL LAUNDROMAT…

So don’t let me stop you

creating wealth

cos I provide services to

the National Health

bell ringing on a Thursday night

hand wringing when I’m in

the spot light

oh yeah

GET YOURSELF A YELLOW DOORMAT

I CAN WORK IN ANY FORMAT

WIFE AND KIDS, SUIT AND TIE OR

RAINBOW FLAG WHEN THERE’S

VOTES TO BUY

I’M A FIG ROLL LAUNDROMAT

A FIB REEL EUROCRAT

A GLIB DULL TORY FAG

OH YEAH

I’m neither one side

or the other, I

just sit and watch the fight

IF ONLY IF ONLY IF ONLY IF ONLY

IF ONLY THEY WOULD SEE THE LIGHT!

FIG ROLL LAUNDROMAT

MUDTHROWERS

Don’t think we don’t know what you’re doing

when you’re throwing mud around

trying to make clean man look dirty

so we throw him out of town

You can trap us on tv

saying things we don’t believe

but at home or on the street

well it’s there that we can breathe

There are no depths to which you will not stoop

when your power is at stake

there are no values you won’t twist

there are no saints you will not break

But we will still insist:

we are not the ones who sow the hate

Everyone down here is my sister

everyone down here is my brother

and if you find yourself above us

there’s a choice that you can make

We’re not saying we are saints

we’re not saying it’s all okay

but we know who’ll make it better

and we know the games you play

 

 

Wolfgang Küchler November 2019

MUDTHROWERS

THE KINGDOM OF THE UNKIND

In the kingdom of the unkind

young men get up on the stage

they’ve been doing what makes them blind

they will fly into a rage, at

anyone who’s left the room,

anyone who can’t keep up, or

who doesn’t know the tune

And they’ll tell you that they’re scared

to walk down your mother’s street

and that whatever they think you are

that is what you’ll always be

They’ve been lifted into place

on the bones of the welfare state

so say hi to the master race

as u watch them masturbate

there’s no self-deprecating comment

that does not end in vomit

and just when you think it’s too vile

they’ll throw in the paedophiles

They’ve been independently schooled

but they will always be in debt

to the things their daddy stole

and I would say forgive them lord

at the drop of my flat cap

if they could hear a word

above the sound of one hand clap

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE KINGDOM OF THE UNKIND