Childhoods Eulogy
Is erosion the reaction
to a set of transactions?
Poisoned by bad attitudes,
the social conditioning,
the innuendo.
Is it any wonder
that sober young lad
develop that subtle look
of hatred,
that learned groan,
that attitude?
Young mad lifestyles
Are soaked eventually
By entrenched cultural attitudes.
We were raped by them,
Desecrated by the paint gang
Adult -Television cults,
raising us
with their repression.
Do your children a favour
change the record.
The angst ridden themes of old
Pass down the generations
Television of worldly chaos
and perfection
cut the land
unless strong defences
are erected.
to stem the flood.
Violence between adults
flow through generations
like a river.
The family system that supports it
Influencing the children
Their children’s parenting skills
Future lifestyles
Contradictory statements
By significant adults
Add to the process
Not free to experience
the Experience of Childhood.
They develop like ourselves
Into adults
Who cannot remember
once being children
Is it the wild music?
The free dancing
The sweaty, fruity
Hip-hop acid-tones?
Free to take young minds
If you want it
Away from The State
The state of ignorance
Of intolerance
A state of repression
Is it any wonder our children,
are broken-windows,
in an empty docklands warehouse?
It’s the wild dancing
The free music
The experience of hip-hop acid-tones
Taking young minds
Out of a state of ignorance.
Their shattered dreams are sailing
Into the sunset
In innocence and wonder.
Our control gives them little
thoughts about the future
waiting for the bull dozer.
Life-themes of the parent
passed on to children
During a haze,
A forgotten phase.
Throwing buckets of humiliated
Water
By the camera light, stark and staring
The wife battering
White is right attitude.
In this world you created
With cultural crowbars.
We are marsh-like
Permeated by the water’s
seeping influence.
Children of the great river.
Is that a reaction
to a set of transactions
Poisoned by bad attitudes
Social conditioning
And innuendo.
Is it any wonder
that sober Young lads
Develop that look
Of subtle hatred,
that groan,
that attitude?
A cold breast or absent parent
The ‘who cares’ attitude
is viral in its functioning.
It’s blue for the boys
And guns in the cradle
Attitudes shape young minds
Sanctioned and perpetrated
By young parents
or significant adults,
Do the boats sailing off
Into the sunset
Take with them the fish
of the great river
The country lanes
The dolphins and buildings
your delinquency cult?
Still you wonder
The love child is lost
As young people desperately try
To understand
The significant world
of their parents.
There’s the first cigarette
Behind the sheds
The destruction
The here and now
seem more important
The mad hairstyle or hijab
Life style-crowbar.
Young minds are soaked
eventually by cultural attitudes
Surrounded on all sides
By psychological rivers
The piss in the elevator
Goes up with you.
When free of preconceptions
The tone of future lives
Future attitudes
are conditioned in the ways of old.
Foaming from first contact
Like shattered dreams always do
Cockroaches scuttled across
The child we all knew
In absurd wet games
Hanging from trees
Rescuing tongues only they can speak
Island children
Surrounded on all sides by music
It brings love
We can all love, love.
Young minds in the making.
The racist ideology
Justified nothing
Except the tainted themes of old
Passed down like a virus
Destined to be nothing
But faded dead parents
All of them tainted
By mixed messages
Their graffiti paper
Pealing from statements
Tearing down destruction
In our offspring
Go on, take it
The stick-up for yourself
Before I clout you
Face-Boy,
Tattooed-knuckles.
When a child is shamed,
Confused,
frightened,
bullied or bribed
into a state of religious repression;
That road needs shooting.
Developing personalities
and attitudes
Spread like a virus
Down generations
into children we owned
Is it any wonder they grow
into adults who can’t remember?
With that control
They affect us also.
Look into the eyes
of your children
Do you see tattooed knuckles
The local habit
of beers, weekend rucks,
local ruin?
Is it a starved young-mind,
butchered charity?
Urban sentiment and
Eroded repression?
Desecrate the paint-gang
television cult.
Recreate our own child
in that eye we see
Before.
(taken from ‘Look Into A Crooked Eye’)
Circa 1977
Is erosion the reaction
to a set of transactions?
Poisoned by bad attitudes,
the social conditioning,
the innuendo.
Is it any wonder
that sober young lad
develop that subtle look
of hatred,
that learned groan,
that attitude?
Young mad lifestyles
Are soaked eventually
By entrenched cultural attitudes.
We were raped by them,
Desecrated by the paint gang
Adult -Television cults,
raising us
with their repression.
Do your children a favour
change the record.
The angst ridden themes of old
Pass down the generations
Television of worldly chaos
and perfection
cut the land
unless strong defences
are erected.
to stem the flood.
Violence between adults
flow through generations
like a river.
The family system that supports it
Influencing the children
Their children’s parenting skills
Future lifestyles
Contradictory statements
By significant adults
Add to the process
Not free to experience
the Experience of Childhood.
They develop like ourselves
Into adults
Who cannot remember
once being children
Is it the wild music?
The free dancing
The sweaty, fruity
Hip-hop acid-tones?
Free to take young minds
If you want it
Away from The State
The state of ignorance
Of intolerance
A state of repression
Is it any wonder our children,
are broken-windows,
in an empty docklands warehouse?
It’s the wild dancing
The free music
The experience of hip-hop acid-tones
Taking young minds
Out of a state of ignorance.
Their shattered dreams are sailing
Into the sunset
In innocence and wonder.
Our control gives them little
thoughts about the future
waiting for the bull dozer.
Life-themes of the parent
passed on to children
During a haze,
A forgotten phase.
Throwing buckets of humiliated
Water
By the camera light, stark and staring
The wife battering
White is right attitude.
In this world you created
With cultural crowbars.
We are marsh-like
Permeated by the water’s
seeping influence.
Children of the great river.
Is that a reaction
to a set of transactions
Poisoned by bad attitudes
Social conditioning
And innuendo.
Is it any wonder
that sober Young lads
Develop that look
Of subtle hatred,
that groan,
that attitude?
A cold breast or absent parent
The ‘who cares’ attitude
is viral in its functioning.
It’s blue for the boys
And guns in the cradle
Attitudes shape young minds
Sanctioned and perpetrated
By young parents
or significant adults,
Do the boats sailing off
Into the sunset
Take with them the fish
of the great river
The country lanes
The dolphins and buildings
your delinquency cult?
Still you wonder
The love child is lost
As young people desperately try
To understand
The significant world
of their parents.
There’s the first cigarette
Behind the sheds
The destruction
The here and now
seem more important
The mad hairstyle or hijab
Life style-crowbar.
Young minds are soaked
eventually by cultural attitudes
Surrounded on all sides
By psychological rivers
The piss in the elevator
Goes up with you.
When free of preconceptions
The tone of future lives
Future attitudes
are conditioned in the ways of old.
Foaming from first contact
Like shattered dreams always do
Cockroaches scuttled across
The child we all knew
In absurd wet games
Hanging from trees
Rescuing tongues only they can speak
Island children
Surrounded on all sides by music
It brings love
We can all love, love.
Young minds in the making.
The racist ideology
Justified nothing
Except the tainted themes of old
Passed down like a virus
Destined to be nothing
But faded dead parents
All of them tainted
By mixed messages
Their graffiti paper
Pealing from statements
Tearing down destruction
In our offspring
Go on, take it
The stick-up for yourself
Before I clout you
Face-Boy,
Tattooed-knuckles.
When a child is shamed,
Confused,
frightened,
bullied or bribed
into a state of religious repression;
That road needs shooting.
Developing personalities
and attitudes
Spread like a virus
Down generations
into children we owned
Is it any wonder they grow
into adults who can’t remember?
With that control
They affect us also.
Look into the eyes
of your children
Do you see tattooed knuckles
The local habit
of beers, weekend rucks,
local ruin?
Is it a starved young-mind,
butchered charity?
Urban sentiment and
Eroded repression?
Desecrate the paint-gang
television cult.
Recreate our own child
in that eye we see
Before.
(taken from ‘Look Into A Crooked Eye’)
Circa 1977