keep the peace

phill

ken

Thanks for the words of solidarity.

Lena,

Peace and pint all round, next Tuesday !!

Phil,

If you saw me you wouldn't say beautiful.

UYK,

Na, NAAA, na, na - na, nah . . . . .

Heard about them ? Jeesh, they were my teenage years. Did you see yesterday's BBC4 programme about Rough Trade Records. SLF were on, they broke the market open for Rough Trade and a lot of other bands up to and including the Smiths.

I am proud of the fact that, way back in the 80's, I had just enough cash to go to either SLF or the newly arrived U2 - at Queens in Belfast (they were playing one evening after another for BBC's Sight and Sound in Concert, if you remember that.) . I chose to pay to see SLF and gatecrashed U2. SLF were the business. They are playing the Ulster Hall here for it's month of re-opening ceremonies.

I am assuming you have heard of stiff little fingers? they wrote a lot of songs about the troubles in N.Irleland. Suspect device, wasted life, gotta gettaway, each dollar a bullet, barbed wire love,
just a few of their songs that I loved instantly.

I hope all goes well after being so well for 10 odd years there. But I dont think ye will ever stop the few idiots that think they are doing something worthwhile, to make others think the way they do.

if all thought the same as your words it would be a better place.

ken

alan, nicely written my friend, very heartfelt and emotional, let us know when you've put music to it and it's up on your web.

good work

phill

Peace is wished for you and all.

Old Doll.

I'll get to the music. It's the first time I'll have had a middle eight!

They Got the Guns from Somewhere.

They got the guns from somewhere,
Don't you wonder how that was,
Bought, perhaps, at a local shop
Or dragged out from under the bed.
They knew that they weren't going to stop
And the innocents now lie dead.

Not another, not again
That's all the papers said
Paper tears and frantic fears,
But is it so hard to understand?

How many fall dead in the crack of cordite,
For the greed of wealthy men?
If we lined them up on your pavement
Would you hand in your pistol then?

And that sweet pinky thing that you keep on a ring
In your handbag, just killed you outright
And it's true you can blame the man with no name
But without it you'd still breathe tonight.

Give them up,
Hand them in.
None of us need them,
It's all so much spin.
Give them up,
Hand them in.
None of us need them,
It's all so much spin.

And you gotta  be careful where you drop your spare change
For the guy with a cause and his hand out
Could be peddalling death for someone else's kids.
So be sure you hear what he's talkin about.

So you'd be better leavin' the gun in the shop
Spend the money on  having some fun,
Treat your lover to  flowers, treat your kids to toy cars,
Spend your spare cash on anything but guns.