rant in F sharp

Nick Griffin's Favourite Things

2009-06-08T13:28:00.003Z

Raindrops on lynchings, while bulldogs eat kittens
Racist white coppers who want a white Britain
Brown, black and Polish folks tied up with string
These are a few of Nick’s favorite things...

Cream colored skinheads with twelve hole doc martins
Everyone Asian agrees they’re departing
No one called Goldberg allowed on the swings
These are a few of Nick’s favorite things

Old Men on marches with bright orange sashes
Rivers of blood with plenty of splashes,
Brown-shirted bigotry, to which he clings,
These are a few of Nick’s favorite things

When the press bites
When the eggs pelt,
When he’s feeling mad
He simply remembers the best Mosley quotes
And then he won’t feel so bad.

Lost Weekend

2006-10-01T22:02:00.000Z

It took a lost weekend in a hotel in manchester
With Tony still bragging about the NHS
And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
Are you laughing at me now may I please laugh along with you
This morning I woke up from a deep unquiet sleep
In the PM's flat but not the PM's job
Still I ordered new curtains, a symbol
For them to see `twas stolen from me when Tony took my hand
You see I, I wouldnt say it if I didnt mean it
Drop me and you`ll fall to pieces, too easily

I was a king bee with a head full of policy
Wore my heart on my sleeve like a stain
My aim was to rule you
Could we meet on the ides of March
Don't make me beg please, it'd wound my knees
You see I, I wouldnt say it if I didnt mean it
Drop me and you'll fall to pieces
Yes it`s too easy and theres nobody else to blame
But will he hang his head in a crying shame?
There is nobody else to blame, nobody else except his sweet self

It took a lost weekend in a hotel in manchester
twelve gone years to conclude in tears
That the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
Are you laughing at me now
May I please laugh along
I was a king bee with a head full of policy
In the PM's flat, on my sleeve, wounded knees
And my one last hope, was a deal on a napkin
He wrote it for me when he took my job
You see I, I wouldnt say it if I didnt mean it
Drop me and you`ll fall to pieces, too easily

Brand new friend...

2006-10-01T10:50:00.000Z

(to the tune of Lloyd Cole - brand new friend)

Talking through whys and when
talking with Tony, like men
Tony was a backbencher,
I was much happier then

If I were to tell you
What would you do as PM?
If I were to tell you,
Would you still scupper me then?

Am I asking oh for so much?
I'm not asking to be understood
Am I asking oh for so much?
I'm just looking for a brand new friend
A brand new friend

Thank god Ally Campbell's gone,
Now it's just Tony and John
and John had punched a bystander
shagged his PA, fixed the dome

Am I asking oh for so much?
You just did anything you wanted to!
Am I asking oh for so much?
No, just my turn to be in number ten

'Cos it's all downhill now

So let me count the times that I swore you lied
While I tie Cherie to the railway line
Let me count the times when of course you lied
When you should know better, about war crimes

Let me count the times, let me count the times, let me count the times.....

I, well I don't know when I, when I'll be content
But I do know I need, a brand new friend

Gordon sings the blues...

2006-09-30T22:53:00.000Z

(to the tune of Johnny Be Good)

Deep down in Fettes College close to Edinburgh
Way back up in the woods among the never poor
There lived a boy who's destiny was wrote in fire
That boy would be a PM named Tony B'Liar
He never ever learned to tell the truth so well
and he would play the guitar like a badly cracked bell

Chorus:

Go, go, go Tony go
go go, go Tony go
go go, go Tony go
go go, go Tony go
go go, Tony B'liar

He made his way to Sedgeworth and to Westminster
Where he stabbed me the back one night in Granita
When John Smith died it should have been my turn to rule
but instead of me, that weasil made Brittania cool
Oasis and the gang might have been asked by
but they were out the back door in the blink of an eye

Chorus

Well for a little while it was all wonderful
But after 9/11 he was in Bush's thrall
Many people said we'd make more enemies
Still Tony didn't care, he said there’s WMDs
But it turned out to be bollocks and he wasn't right
Now its my turn, Tony, time to tell them goodnight!

Chorus

Greg Palast : Armed Madhouse talk - Edinburgh

2006-07-26T16:03:00.000Z

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

PART SIX

PART SEVEN

Hit Fallujah one more time....

2006-07-22T16:03:00.000Z

Yo, Tony, Tony,
How were we supposed to know,
Those UN guys were right here?
Oh Cheney, Cheney,
You shouldn't have let me go,
Parading in my flight gear.
Show me, how to make the money,
Tell me Daddy, 'cause I need to know now, oh because....

Chorus:
My rating points are killing me, but I,
I must confess I still believe, still believe,
God talks to me, I've not lost my mind,
Give me a sign,
Lets Hit Fallujah one more time....

Oh Choicepoint, Choicepoint,
The reason I’m here is you -
Sirs you got that vote tied.
That Katherine Harris,
There's nothing that she wouldn't do,
And it worked just like she planned it.
The Supreme court, elected me, but who cares,
Cause its Jeb's turn, I can’t stand again now, oh because....

Chorus:
My second term is midway through and I,
I must confess, I still believe, still believe,
God talks to me, I’ve not lost my mind,
Give me a sign,
That Venezuela’s oil is mine....

Oh Cheney, Cheney, where are we supposed to go?
Lockhead Martin, Carlyle, BAE or Diemaco?
I must confess, that my ignorance, is helping me now,
Cause you know I still believe,
Iraq can be won,
So give me a sign,
I’ll wear that flightsuit one more time....

Chorus:
That pretzel was Al Qaida's work and I,
I must confess, I still believe, still believe,
God talks to me, I’ve not lost my mind,
Give me a sign,
That Cindy Shehan's ass is mine.

Without me (to the tune of eminem...)

2006-07-16T22:42:00.000Z

2 panda car boys go round the outside
round the outside, round the outside
2 panda car boys go round the outside
round the outside, round the outside......

Guess who's in the news again
Levy's back but he's not my friend!
Guess who's back, guess who's back,
Guess who's back
Guess who's back...

I've created a monster,
Because everybody wants to see me arrested,
Cause I'm so shady, I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give you
A little bit of greed washed down with malt liquer
One million quid, that'll start my heart quicker then a
Shock when I get shocked at the hospital by the Dr.
Well I'm not cooperating, but I'm rocking the table
While the press are speculating
But Gordon's waited this long, so stop debating
Because I'm not leaving,
I'm on the job for another season
You understand human rights Ms. Cherie
Surely its my right to reward those who paid me
But the Daily Mail won't let me be, or let me be me, so let me see
They tried to shut me down on the BBC,
But it feels so empty without me
So you want to look, at the loans on our books
Fuck that!
Scandels on your lips and its getting on my tits
Better get ready, this shit's about to get heavy
But I've not settled on my legacy so
Fuck you Gordo!

[Chorus X2]
But this looks like a job for me
so everybody just follow me
cause we need a little controversy,
and it feels so empty without me

Leftie back benchers, feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their constituents are listening to menzies
They start feeling that New Labour's hopeless,
Prescott comes along on a mission and I shout "fetch"
A visionary vision is scary,
I could start a revolution,
Polluting the air with radiation
So let me just revel and bask,
In the times when you were all kissing my ass
Now it's a disaster, such a catastrophe
And you all think there's so many damn conspiracies
Well I'm fine
Fix your bent antennae, tune it in
Because I'm here to stay at no 10
Getting under your skin
Like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and nesting
Testing "Attention Please"
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here's my 10 pence, my 2 penneth is free
A nuisance, New Labour (and you sent for me.)

So this looks like a job for me,
so everybody just follow me
cause we need a little controversy,
and it feels so empty without me

A tisk-it a task-it, I'll go tit for tat
With anybody who's talking this shit, that shit.
John McDonnell you can get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Today show bastards,
And Cameron, you can get bitten by huskies,
You 36 year old Eton fag, blow me
You don't know me, you're too tory,
Lets go, its over, nobody listens to Gordo,
Now lets go, just give me the signal
I'll be at PMs QT with a list full of new insults
Because I'm in charge, I'm the decider,
Ever since Gordo bought the deal at Granita
But sometimes it really seems,
Everybody only wants to discuss me
Ever since I stopped being squeaky clean,
But its just me I'm just too keen!
Though I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Major and Currie,
But Lloyd George is my only peer,
Caught selling peerages to get himself wealthy
But here's a concept that works
20 million other party hopefuls emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
New Labour's empty without me

Take your Tycoon out all night...

2006-07-09T17:13:00.000Z

To the tune of 'take your mama out':

Well you grew up
Livin' like a good boy oughta
But the papers
Are taking shots at Hull's best son
Something's different
Tony doesn't seem to like you
Cause you got caught with
the secretary, having fun.

But now your girl's gone a missin'
And your house has got an empty bed
The papers caught you playing croquet
When you should have been at work instead

[Chorus]
Gonna take some tycoon out all night
Yeah we'll show him what it's all about
We'll get him jacked up on some posh champagne
And let the good times all roll out
If the casino's no good, well it's just too bad
We're gonna go along no matter what
Cause the enquiry won't mind at the New Dome site
If you tip 'em and they make a cut

Do it
Take that tycoon out all night
So he'll have no doubt
That we're doing oh the best we can
We're gonna do it
Take that tycoon out all night
You can stay up late
Cause baby you're a full grown man

It's a struggle
Livn' like a good boy oughta
When your tycoon's
A bigot who's against gay rights
If your tycoon
Heard one of your chief aids talking,
I tried to tell you
That all he'd wanna do is smite.

Now we end up takin' the long way home
Lookin' overdressed in new boots at the old white dome.
It's so hard to see straight on a Whitehall road
When your stetson's in your eyes
And your Career has just been towed
(chorus)

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2006-01-13T17:52:00.000Z

Everybody wants to be a cat,
but Geogie is the cat
who career's going flat.
Though everybody's pickin' up on that respect beat,
'cause WMDs are obsolete.

Now a tash with a grudge,
can make you wish Blair would budge,
from the neocon phase;
cause with Iran nukes in the act,
he might set the world back
to the caveman days.

I've heard some UN folks have tried to sing,
but MI6 will make the fix
cause they know how to swing.
Who wants to dig
the Senate's gig
or stuff like that?
When everybody wants to be a cat.

A chimp with no brow,
makes old Blair inc cowtow,
ever'time Bush prays;
and with Delay in the dock,
all the press runs amok
like the Nixon days.

So everybody wants to be a cat,
still Georgie is the cat
who knows where it's at;
I'm sure he never saw a dime of Sadam's cash,
The Sunday times can go and kiss his ass.
Cause Everybody digs his big moustache...

http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/news/archives/2006/01/13/and_the_winner_is.html