Little Powers


Disposable cutlery
Throw-away crockery
Leave it there to rot away
Just like me
Like a plastic knife to make your cuts in life then
Break me up and
Chuck me away
No not me.

The Powers that be
The Powers that do
Are wasting me
And wasting you
Our natural talent
Gets trapped and trained
By a society that will never see
The Power we could be.

I’ve bern kicked out
And without a doubt there’s no
body in here can tell me why
I fitted in as a human being
But I fell out without a shirt and tie

The powers that be
The powers that do
Are wasting me
And wasting you
Our natural talents
Are trapped and trained
Society will never see
The power we could be.

I know you’ll only ever see
Ignorance in our simplicity
I’m guilty if it’s a crime
To dream that there’s nothing in this world
That couldn’t be mine

The powers that be
The powers that do
Are wasting me and you too
Our natural talent is trapped and trained
Society will never see the power we could be

The very latest range
Try us on for size
If we’re not what you’d expected
Then we must apologise
You can throw us away
Like pebbles to the skies
Really great these new toys
Chuck away girls and boys
A million barrows
Nearly full, I’ve pushed and climbed
The scaffold boards
I’ve closed my mind
And thought in rhyme
It’s a matter of time
I won’t be denied…..

The powers that be
The powers that do
Are wasting me and wasting you
Our natural talent is trapped and trained
By a society too scared to see
The power we could be

The good in you and me.

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STAR (Staking a claim)


Live to be a hundred and ten
Get married and divorced again and again
Take all your clothes off and sleep with famous men
Sell Nelson’s column and buy Big Ben

I’M STAKING A CLAIM IN THE HALL OF FAME

Change my name to Jesse James
Buy a shotgun and blow out your brains
Rob a bank and catch the plane to Spain
Entertain guest with our whips and chains

I’M STAKING A CLAIM IN THE HALL OF FAME

I WANNA SHOOT……A STAR

Invent
Create
Destroy
Be great
Spread love
Spread hate
Spray your tag on the 5:08

I’M STAKING A CLAIM IN THE HALL OF FAME

Change my name to Jesse James

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Big Boots

Who cares?
So you’re not what they hoped you’d be
And green hair
Is not what they want to see
Your Big Boots
Spell no opportunity
It’s a shame
That someone like you has friends like me…..

(Break)

Loud mouthed
They say you’re always rude
Hate you
Cos you’ve got the wrong attitude
Go home
And you don’t wanna speak
The sack
You’ve only been working there a week

Black shoes, Responsibility, Interviews and Opportunity
That’s not fun that’s tragedy….
That’s not life that’s more like death to me.

So what?
You didn’t quite fit in
Too bad
That they gave the job to him
He’s a smart lad
He joined the pension scheme
They’re glad
That he’s living out their dream

Black shoes, Responsibility, Interviews and Opportunity
That ain’t fun that’s tragedy…..
That ain’t life it’s more like death to me

Who Cares?

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Full Steam


grabbing pendants in hendon
your loss at brent cross
feeling mean at golders green
hampstead count the cost

taking fares at edgware
left for broke at burnt oak
a derail colindale
a trail thru the smoke

and this line is black
you aint coming back
we just sold the track for scrap…….

aint no rules at st pauls
shanks pony at the bank
a meet and greet just left liverpool street
you know that means a spank

pay day at queensway
ring the tills at notting hill
lancaster gates got business rates
7 days a week until late

riding the red line
at carny time
or gold and green to see the queen…….

if hyde park corner is a sauna
knightsbridge is a fridge
with the ice dripping…….
from the necks of the rich
and though the signs are there to warn you
on this line of finest stitch
it aint a gap……its a divide
and its wider than a ditch

owned marylebone
rent at embankment
think you got bossed at charing cross
wait until the elephant

dues at waterloo
ok let me give you a clue
elementary……..221b…..chase the brown line right on through

going underground,robbing your pounds
going round around around…….
……………..

from dot to dot to dot

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Joe Grind


See man cool getting ready for work
Kangol hat and trenchtown shirt
Maan! I coulda sworn he was an office clerk
Johnny too bad shovelling dirt

See Joe Grine getting ready for love
Keeping it strictly up & above
Sarsparilla on the pillow
Give it a shove
He grinds like a canine while she sings like a dove
(Ssshh…..you can hear her singing…..)

Drinking Tennents Extra in the sun
In this SE 20 Babylon
Chasing what they call back home the PumPum (the pumpum)
Walk, man cool, don’t run…..

See soft hand heading off to a blues
Mesh merino
And best Clarke’s shoes
M&S Bless!
With wray and nephews
Curtis C of The Rum Dem Crew!

Outta Essex Towers
Around the groves
Dipping on down through Maple Road
If it’s the new front line
Well it just goes to show…..
Ain’t nobody cares…..what this rude boy knows…..

Drinking Tennents Xtra in the sun
In this SE 20 Babylon
Chasing what they call back home the PumPum (the pumpum)
Walk man cool, don’t run…..

See Man Cool getting ready for work
Pork pie hat, he’s got a matching shirt
Man I coulda sworn he was an office clerk
Johnny 2 bad shovelling dirt

Outside The Golden Lion and the terrace is full
Hard as iron stand the old old school
Now this ain’t Zion
Here Jah don’t rule
Ain’t no one about to hear…..
When this rude boy falls
(Ssshh…..can’t you hear him calling….?)

Drinking Tennants Xtra in the sun
In this SE20 Babylon
Chasing what they call back home the PumPum (the pumpum)
Walk, man cool, don’t run!

Copyright © Fiveo 2012


Best Sellers


I don’t need to be told when your about
I see you walking down the road
I hear you shouting things out
I see you jumpin’ the lights
I see you jumpin’ out
You’re a geezer in a car
Who wants to sort me out

And of course you know too
You can’t love somebody
Who makes it very clear
That they only want to hate you

Then I heard how desperately you tried
The lies that you told to get on the inside
Then from your 30 second look
You went away and wrote a book

Oh yeah

BEST SELLER

You’re laughing at me but what’s the joke
Your calling this dumb as you sit and smoke dope
I’m working all week and coming home broke
And that’s enough to make me choke

And of couse I’m being true
When I say to you I really wished
I was as clever as you

Then I heard how desperately you tried
The lies that you told to get on the inside
Then from your 30 second look
You went away and wrote a book

Oh yeah

BEST SELLER

YOU PUBLISH AND BE DAMNED

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Diffrn’t Kinda Light


Got to get to see you in
a diffrn’t kind of light
(Tho’ any kind of lights fine by me…..)
The sun is twice as bright
when you walk past the site,
You’re almost blinding me

There’s rumours you’ve been boarded…..
Finished abroad…..
Some say university….?
Without a BSc it’s still clear as day to me
This 1 add 1 could soon make 3!

Got to let me see you
Diffrn’t kinda Light
Any kinda light I don’t care
Maybe then you’ll see me
Diffrn’t kinda light
I think that’s only fair


Got to let me see you
Diffrn’t kinda light
Any kinda light
Yeah yeah yeah
Maybe then you’ll see me
Diffrn’t kinda light
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Let them shout out ‘Muck up mate’
But they can wait til you’ve passed by…..
Let ‘em yell ‘Come on mush’ as well
They’ll have to push, yeah let them try

And so you’ve won awards…..
Been to schools abroad…..
And you’re way too good for me….?
Ain’t got a degree but something’s are meant to be
Let’s just wait and see!

Girl you’ve
Got to let me see you
Diffrn’t kinda light
Any kinda light I don’t care
Maybe then you’ll see me
Diffrn’t kinda light
That seems only fair

Got to let me see you
Diffrn’t kinda light
Any kinda light
Yeah yeah yeah
Then you’ll get to see me
Diffrn’t kinda light
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Middle 8

How about a torch?…..
Standing in your porch,
Fumbling to find the key…..
Stuck in a lift?…..
outside floor number 6…..
A strip light fantasy
Or under spots?
Glowing white hot…..
We could make believe they’re stars
Or lightning strikes…..
If that’s what you like
Takin’ shelter in my car
Dim lights in pubs
And West End clubs
Under the neon signs of bars…..

Girl I’ve got to see you
Diffrn’t kinda light
Any kind of light
I don’t care
Maybe then you’ll see me
Diffrn’t kind of light
I think that’s only fair

Girl I’ve got to see you
Diffrn’t kind of light
Any kind of light
Yeah yeah yeah
Maybe then you’ll see me
Diffrn’t kind of light
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

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Drugs


I’ve got a house in the docks, a safety deposit box
I’m changing my car more than you change your socks
I’m buying the cops in all the best shops
At the weekend I go chasing the fox

I’m a Marbella player, all niters and dayers
I’ve got the answer to a million prayers
I’ve got a yacht for when it gets hot
You’ve got a tower block
You trip and piss up the stairs

DRUGS DID THIS TO ME

With celebrity friends the fun never ends
Life’s too short it’s just spend spend spend
What you wanna see is what you get
But I’ve got the model girls and the Lear jet

Come winter I’m skiing what are you seeing
I know all about the importance of being
I’ve got a company respectable front for me
Don’t try and run from me you can never be free

DRUGS DID THIS TO ME

I’ve got a house in the docks a safety deposit box
I’m changing my car more than you change your sox
I’m buying the cops in all the best shops
At the weekend I go chasing the fox

DRUGS DID THIS TO ME

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Colin Moynihan


Colin Moynihan is a soccer hooligan
I see him kickin’ shit out of a Chelsea fan
Later on in the Hoolivan I heard him talkin’ about the merits of his ID plan
Colin Moynihan is a soccer hooligan

Fiona Wright sleeps alone at night
I was outside on the ledge when she turned out the light
There was no sign of Halpern the boss of Burton
She really oughta learn to close the curtains
Fiona Wright sleeps alone at night

Joe Hanson hates wine women and song
Listen to me ‘cos the rest have got it wrong
No one ever really understood the con
But banged up with men is where he belongs
Joe Hanson hates wine women and song

What about old Elton and Renate
Well she didn’t like his idea of a starter
Lucky for him the Greek boy he was smarter
Knew exactly how he liked his tomato
What about old Elton and Renate

What about the Bass Stone and the Smith
She’s lost count of the girls that he’s been with
But I don’t think that he only wants to use her
She gets great Satisfaction from his Lil’ Red Rooster
What about the Bass Stone and the Smith

Now I have seen the Rob Lowe video
Georgia, Atlanta ain’t a place to go
I must say that I enjoyed the show
Though he didn’t teach her anything that she didn’t know

I have seen the Five O video

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Happy Farmers


In a field, up the M1,
A happy farmer puts down his gun
He’s making money
On a deal well done
Renting a field
to some kids for fun

And tho’ he knows
That E’s are evil,
They’re worth more to him
Than subsidised diesel
So bids were sealed
and now this field
Is due to give its
Best ever yield

Happy Farmers, Happy Kids
Turntables and shooting sticks
Dancing together in fields of bliss
To the ‘Two never should mix’ remix…..

A handshake in Scratchwood service station
Has endangered the whole nation.
As music making and drug taking
Take the place of
Crop rotation…..

Open the country
to the town
And they’ll bloody burn it down!
Close the roads
Point them back south
They’re spreading faster
Than foot and mouth

Happy Farmers, Happy Kids
Turntables and shooting sticks
Dancing in the fields of bliss
To the ‘2’ never should mix’ remix…..

From a police station
In this green and pleasant
Comes ‘Operation
Phrash the pheasant’
With just one thing
On the agenda…..
Return these benders
Straight back to sender
Happy Farmers, Happy Kids…..
somebody’s
Let out the pigs

Happy farmers, happy kids…..
Turnstiles, turntables and shooting sticks
Dancing in the fields of bliss
To the ‘2 never should mix’ remix…..

Copyright © Fiveo 2012