My poem dedicated to the former leader of the house of commoners who left with a very, very, most excellent and distinguished title!




SPRINGBARON

G21’s never been and never will be
a postcode of the aristocracy
so a title unbecoming, distasteful and crass
is Baron Martin of Springburn and Port Dundas !

Having vacated his palacial westminster apartments
something closer to home clearly makes more sense
maybe the Mackintosh house up the Balgrayhill
or a twelfth floor flat at the Fountainwell !

But he’ll have to watch himsel’ aw aye that’s right
if he goes oot for a pint on a friday night
and is clocked in Shevlane’s by a switched on stranger
his life and limb could be in mortal danger !

BeemacMusic(C)2009

The Swines That You Are

This is my take on "Swine Flu", the pandemic that never was! And boy, did they have a lot of people buying brown trousers and face masks! All done now, as of today, it's officially over and the panic is over, we're told! So, I was bloody right after all, my words were true!!




The Swines That You Are

You best beware the swine flu, you best be very feared
But lately a’ve been wonderin’ if it’s a’ been engineered!
It was foisted on us months ago like some new kind ‘o plague
But to me it’s very dubious and very, very vague!

Now if this awful swine flu was really tae be so bad
It’d be somethin’ that by now we’d surely a’ have had!
But they’ve put it bye for winter, now that’s when it’ll strike
Well if they think I’m swallowin’ that they can go an’ take a hike!

Cos’ they like to keep you in yer place,they want to grind ye down
They’ll fill yer heid wi’ nonsense,they’ll try tae win you round
They’ll be our saviours in recession and this global “epidemic”
Makin’ out they really care is now inherently systemic.

Now the real swines that a’ hope that are gonna’ catch this flu
Will be the ones that invented it, no the likes ‘o me and you
Just remember that you’ve no to believe everything you hear
Question everything they tell you an’ it’ll ‘a be very clear!

But if you find yersel’ wonderin’ what steps that you can take
Jist dinny touch their antidote, it could be a huge mistake
Just phone the self care helpline is the government’s retort
And only phone the doacter as a really last resort!

BeemacMusic(C)2009

Where We Headin'

This is my take on the "credit crunch" and all things relating to it. I wrote this early in 2009 when the whole thing was in full swing!

WHERE WE HEADIN’ WHO CAN SAY
THINGS ARE CHANGIN’ DAY BY DAY
SOCIAL ARMAGEDDON SEEMS TO ME
TO A CLEVER MAN IT’S CLEAR TO SEE
WE’RE PATRONISED AND LECTURED WITH RULES
LIED TO AND CHEATED, TREATED LIKE FOOLS
ONE DAY RICH, THE NEXT WE’RE POOR
THEY WANT YOUR MONEY, THEY’RE AT YOUR DOOR
THEY’LL TAKE AND TAKE IT SEEMS BEREFT
NOW ROBBIN’ YOU BLIND WELL THAT’S JUST THEFT.

TAUGHT TO SMILE AND SMIRK BY THE PR MAN
WHO IS THIS GUY, THE JOKERMAN
HONESTY AND TRUTH HAVE GONE AWRY
VOTED IN BY DEMOCRACY TO TELL A LIE
BUT THEIR NUMBER’S UP, THEIR KINGDOM’S COME
THEIR GOOSE IS COOKED, IT’S OVERDONE
THE SEAS ARE ROUGH, THE FISHIN’S THIN
THE ENGINE’S FAILED, THEIR SHIP’S COME IN
CASH BOX IS EMPTY, THE CUPBOARD’S BARE
WANT MORE TAXES JUST LET ‘EM DARE
THE STORE’S CLOSED DOWN, HAND IN THE KEYS
FEEL WHAT IT’S LIKE DOWN ON YOUR KNEES.

BANKS HAD THE MONEY NOW IT’S ALL GONE
THEY LINED THEIR POCKETS, EVERY ONE
PLAYED AND GAMBLED, LIKE A GAME OF ROULETTE
THE RUSSIAN KIND, THAT WAS THE BET
NOW JUST LIKE MAGIC, IT’S ALL SO CLEAR
INTO THIN AIR THEY’VE DISAPPEARED
INTO THE WOODWORK OR FOREIGN BEACHES
WE COULD ONLY TRUST ‘EM, THAT’LL TEACH US
THEY’LL NEVER STARVE OR FEEL THE COLD
NOT WHILE THEY’VE GOT THEIR POTS OF GOLD
THEY’LL TRY TO BE LIKE YOU AND ME
AND DO THEIR UTMOST TO DECEIVE
BUT RECOGNISE ‘EM AS THEY PASS YOU BY
BY THE SUITS THEY WEAR AND THE CARS THEY DRIVE

NOW IT’S A GLOBAL THING, THAT’S WHAT THEY SAY
BUT JUST LAST YEAR WE WERE MAKIN’ HAY
WORK FOR EVERYONE, JOBS GALORE
YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO LOOK TOO FAR
FILL YOUR POCKETS, FILL YOUR BOOTS
YOU’RE HEADIN’ DOWN THE RICH MAN’S ROUTE
NEED MONEY FOR A RICH CAR
YOU DID’NT HAVE TO LOOK TOO FAR
BUT MAKIN’ HAY IS ONLY FINE
IF THE SUN DECIDES TO SHINE
BUT THE WEATHER THE POLITICIAN CAN’T “FIX”
COS THAT’S A WHOLE NEW BAG ‘O TRICKS
AND SKIES ARE LOOKIN’ MEAN AND GREY
WITH ROLLIN’ THUNDER ON THE WAY

SO WHERE IS IT WE GO FROM HERE
FUTURE DOES’NT LOOK SO CLEAR
YOU WANT A JOB SON, WE GOT NONE
BIG BOOM TIME HAS COME AND GONE
TRY AGAIN IN A COUPLE ‘O YEARS
THINGS ’LL PICK UP I HAVE NO FEAR
BUT EMPTY PROMISES, HYPE AND SPIN
LOOK AT WHAT A HOLE IT’S GOT US IN
POLITICIANS, IT’S JUST MORE ‘O THE SAME
THE PROCRASTINATION GAME.

BUT AMONG ALL THIS UNCERTAINTY
A GLIMMER OF HOPE I THINK I SEE
BUT IT DON’T COME FROM NO POLITICIAN
THAT’D BE NOTHIN’ MORE THAN DREAMIN’, WISHIN’
BUT FROM THE SPIRIT,TRUE, OF THE WORKIN’ MAN
WHO BUILT THIS COUNTRY ON HIS OWN
WHO SWEATED BLOOD TO FEED HIS KIDS
TO LAY EASY AT NIGHT UPON HIS BED
YEAH, HE CAN REST EASY, HE HAS NO FEAR
HE’S GOT A CONSCIENCE THAT IS CLEAR
UNLIKE THOSE WHO DODGE AND SHY AND SHIRK
NEVER KNOWN THE WORTH OF A REAL DAY’S WORK.

BEEMACMUSIC(C) 2009