Chumbawamba

A Morality Play – Chumbawamba

People would have to be told that if they refuse to answer questions when they might be expected to answer questions, that is something which can be used at the trial and which might strengthen the case against them.
Hang Michael Howard, oh c’mon…
Act one, the smell of green leather, French polish, quite pristine, not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle, not a crease, the silverware all clean. Exquisite chaussures grace marble floors, be upstanding, for men of yore. But wait, who’s this, sticky under the collar in Elsinore? Enter silent comedy geek with dynamite down his pants. Nervous, shuffling on his feet, leading a merry song and dance. A back seat driver of good moral fibre, holding up the light. He’s made his own bed, now he’s got to lie in it. Ho hum, it serves him right.
Act three, ‘I am the lord of the dance,’ said he. John the Baptist, dripping wet, playing sir politick-would-be. Backslapping, backsliding, back to basic instincts, backfiring. By your own choice you’re on a hiding to nothing, I ask you which is more comforting? The thought that I am bad seed, gone to seed, turned sour by TV sex and violence. Or even worse, am I unleashed by my own volition to do you ill? ‘Condemn a little more, understand a little less.’ Oh sad sir, thou jest! Ha ha! I am Prometheus, prepare thee to meet thy nemesis.
Thanks a lot

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A Fairy Tale (Real No-Shit) – Chumbawamba

Chapt. Two – Guess who? Manfred The Great
The great king bashed down his goblet on the oaken table as kings do when they want more wine. Everyone was silent. ‘Minstrel the noise of chattering women grates on my ears. Play me some music,’ he bellowed.
A fairy tale handed down
I believed it, didn’t we all
A man, a hero, walks on to the scene
Unquestionably good at everything
First he does battle with various creatures
Which compared to his goodness are evil monsters
Having made dragons extinct forever
He murders a couple of the castle guards
He enters the castle quite unnoticed
And tells the girl he’ll be back for her
‘And so I shall make her mine forever’
But runs into trouble and is taken prisoner
Is taken to the big bad, bad, bad, baddy
Baddy tells hero how goodness is finished
And has him strapped up to a slow-death device
But he escapes as the rope starts to burn through
The blade crashes down on the block where his head was
With a sword from the wall he finishes the castle guards
A lamp gets knocked over in the panic and a fire starts
A race against time to rescue the princess
To get past the baddy to get out of the castle
Out of the window where the horses are waiting
The couple ride off and the whole place goes up in flames

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99. Back Home – Chumbawamba

“Back home, they’ll be thinking about us
When we are far away…
Back home, they’ll be really behind us
In every game we play…”

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97. It’s a Man’s Game – Chumbawamba

All through the game he shouts at his mates
Talking, talking, talking, never shuts his face
Into the pub for a sporting discussion
He always tries to dominate the conversation
At home there’s more serious things to discuss
His partner tries to prompt him, “Let’s talk about us”
He’s silent now, he has nothing to say
The ball’s in his court, but he don’t know how to play

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98. Shot – Chumbawamba

All gathered ’round the 18th tee
With pringle and tartan and shooting sticks
Binoculars, poised, ready to use
Watching, waiting, there it goes!
Great shot!
Great shot!
What a shot!
Great shot!
The aspiring middle classes
They want to shake the golfer’s hand
Great shot!
Great shot!
What a shot!
Great shot!
But the golfer is busy watching
As his ball lands in the sand

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88. Hurling and Imperialism – Chumbawamba

Hurling, the national sport of Ireland
Was banned in 1366
As part of an Anglo-Norman attempt
To crush all Gaelic resistance
It failed
Over six hundred years of British repression
Has never stopped the people from fighting back
They still play hurling and as you’d expect
The Brits still defend as the Irish attack

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89. Mad Max – Chumbawamba

Dipping into his Filofax
He wonders who he can buy next
“C’mon, Play the game the Maxwell way
And you’ll never lose, come what may”
There’ll be the Maxwell League
And the Maxwell Cup
The Maxwell Trophy
For Maxwell clubs
Maxwell United and Maxwell Town
Who only play at Maxwell grounds
If you believe what the Mirror says
You’d think that Maxwell’s trying to save the game
“Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
Who’s the biggest liar of all?”
There’ll be the Maxwell League
And the Maxwell Cup
The Maxwell Trophy
For Maxwell clubs
Maxwell United and Maxwell Town
Who only play at Maxwell grounds
Mister, can we have our football back?

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9. Seoul Music – Chumbawamba

There’ll be new events in Seoul ’88
Throwing the molotov and the hundred meter loot
Hurdling over barricades putting the brick
Vaulting over riot cops in the peoples Olympics
The people are angry and the boss is running scared
The Olympics of the Oppressed, and the boss is running scared
People are content with Olympic prestige
It means the poor are evicted to house the rich
Let big business move in and advertise
To gloss over the reality of Korean daily life
But the people are angry and the boss is running scared
The Olympics of the Oppressed and the boss is running scared

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90. P.E. – Chumbawamba

The new games tutor was like any other teacher
Same blatant ideology they’re trying to install in you
At every opportunity they’d press us to compete
Taught to butt and how to kick and how to stamp on feet
How to punch, how to gouge when you’re down in the scrum
“You’ve got to be ruthless if you want to be a winner, son”
If people get hurt as you battle to the top
Well, it’s natural selection, it really can’t be helped
So never be afraid of some healthy competition
It’ll never let you down
It’s what capitalism is based upon
So never be afraid of some healthy competition
It’ll never let you down
It’s what capitalism is based upon So never be afraid
It’ll never let you down

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91. School Team – Chumbawamba

I always wanted to play
In the school football team
But the coach said I wasn’t fast enough
I wasn’t no good it seemed
I used to watch them practice
But I never got a game
I went to every trial they had
But every time I failed
I didn’t want to be Pele
Unlike all my mates
That wasn’t my ambition
I just wanted once to play
The football team would travel out
Playing other schools
But they’d never take me on the bus
Although I begged them to
Of course they’d all return
With talk of Robbo’s goals
And how little Nobby Forder
Took the defense all on his own
All the ninety minutes were relived
Well, that’s how to me it seemed
As I sat in awe and watched myself
Playing in my dreams
In my dreams…
Playing in my dreams…
In my dreams…
But never once the real thing
They’d never let me play
They just said I wasn’t good enough
And I’d just get in the way
But then one day it happened
A real scorcher in mid-March
Paul Robbo broke his leg
And Nobby Forder holidayed in France
Kevin Soaper and Big Nose Duggan
They both caught chicken pox
They were both at home confined to bed
To nurse their itchy spots
It was the all-important semi-final
Second leg of the cup
Against local rivals Queensbury Boy’s School
They were one nil up
The coach turned to me in desperation
And he pleaded for my help
“This is it, your big chance David!
Can you make the numbers up?”
Well I grinned from ear to ear
And I must have looked quite chuffed
As I seized my opportunity
And told him to get stuffed!

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