Hush hush

Constant rustles as people mutter and murmur,

About the secrets of this land,

But please do not prod the beast, nor disturb her,

Else you’ll feel the wrath of the crown,

But speak not and play puppet,

to this safe and sworded regime,

But remember, these old chains are bound to your mind,

You can be supreme!

When your voice is lost and hushed and quashed,

Read this out aloud,

We may be the dreamers for now,

But soon we’ll be the crowd.

Cigs and Sunshine

Stamp out your fag butt,

As you roll another one,

Papers stuck together,

From the sweat upon your bum,

Shake out the last of the dust,

Frantically tryna find,

Just enough to roll it up,

This task is such a grind,

Fumble ’round in your Levi’s,

Searching for a flame,

Stolen your best pals lighter,

And you’ll never feel no shame.

Address the Setbacks

Smackdown on the working classes,
Clampdown on the streets,
And then you wonder,
Why we despise the elites,

Cuts, Cuts, Cuts,
Rebuffs, Rebuffs, Rebuffs,
Bust, Bust, Bust,
Enough, Enough, Enough,

Enough of the sworded lies,
Enough of those beady eyes,
Enough of your meaningless script,
Enough of your stale transcripts,

We will rise,
We will be counted,
We will win someday,

We will challenge,
We will conquer,
We will be great again.

Old England

Mindless murmurs,

Daytime gurners,

Those without a clue,

Early learners,

Crash and burners,

Those with nothing better to do,

The list goes on and on and on,

Those who’ve come and gone and gone and gone,

Their stories will always go untold,

Their tales so strong and bold,

Their stories so damp and stale,

Their faces so weary and pale,

The drinks tumble down and down and down,

‘Pour me another one…another one…another one mate’

Carry on spilling out your guts,

‘Fore you’re told ‘the bar’s now shut!’,

Sup the last of your London Pride,

Speaking of how Old England had died.

Just Waiting

Eternally lost in the midst of the city,
Noses peering out of windows,
Dreams get forgotten along with the pity,
Forgetting to go to all the live shows,

Go up and down to find the scene,
So you can stamp in your place,
Started to feel like a giddy teen,
When I found the scene to chase,

Seen a few of these messed up shows,
Monsters shouting and lairiness vacating,
Standing so proudly in their ripped off clothes,
For this, I had been waiting.

Robbie Does the Jobby

Many consider Robbie Williams as their guilty pleasure. You may find his ego and his mannerisms detestable, yet would happily sing/screech his tunes on a boozey night on the karaoke . When it was announced that he would be performing during the World Cup opening ceremony in Russia, it brought about mixed reviews.

Robbie has always been a sort of well-behaved bad-boy, playing up to his heavily manufactured image of being naughty. Robbie is naughty in the sense that he would hide the peas, which his Mother so dearly wanted him to devour, under his mashed potato in order to mask the pea-wastage. This boyish naughtiness was highlighted by his gesture during his performance of ‘Rock DJ’, sticking his middle finger up at the camera, followed by a moment of realisation of his antics. To be fair to Robbie, the performance was very entertaining and was fitting of the occasion, despite being more 12A than PG. His gesture certainly overshadowed what was a typically fun performance by Williams, which proven you can take the boy out of Preston…

Certainly, one would be correct to state that Robbie is not exactly a tough guy, as shown by his public spat with Liam Gallagher and Oasis, leading to Liam offering Robbie out at the 2000 Q Awards ceremony. Needless to say, the fight has not taken place, yet. He’s always been a somewhat controversial figure, loved by mums (like a misbehaving Olly Murs) and his decision to perform in Russia has, understandably, been debated. Apparently, he was told that he couldn’t perform ‘Party Like a Russian’, which contains lyrics about how great the Russian oligarchs can party, which I’m sure they would have loved anyway. A bit hypocritical, as I’m sure he wouldn’t be averse to a lavish Russian party, following his successful gig. Williams stated, in an interview with ITV, that it was always his dream to play in perform at a World Cup as a player, but that this was the next best thing. It’s fair to say that Soccer Aid will be peak of his footballing career.

All in all, it was a good laugh, I got a bit sick of how it was continuously stressed that he was performing for free. Well done for that Robbie, you’ll just get a shitload more streams and downloads, as well as being part of World Cup history. Despite my glowing (kind of) review, I am still a little bemused as to why Robbie was the man for the job. I mean it is Robbie Williams, come on? I can’t be sure how many people stuck their fingers up at Robbie during his performance, but I imagine that it’d probably be a fair amount more than the amount of fucks Robbie gave.