Sad music is uplifting
That's why I love to sing
Disturbing things
In your ear. (Freemasons run the country...)

The rhyme is in my vein, I hope I flow right through it, and do it
Better than you ever thought I could
Ambition outweighs talent, that's understood, now it's high time I should
Explain myself clearly: Striving to be better than I was yesterday,
And then, again, tomorrow, than we are today.
It's a glow-in-the-dark spark of inspiration,
Imagination lit a flame under my ass –
To audaciously ask; to call for response
With the words we want, and the beats we need
Without succumbing to the same old typical greed.
We breed the inevitability of another day.
With an eye on tomorrow, and a claim on today, all day
In the worst way, from Monday to Friday, still
Cursing, nursing hangovers and waiting for pay day.
(Yeah, you know what that's like...)

I'm the incredulous kid in the crowd, and I can't contain it,
I have to shout out: "The Emperor is naked!"
With my big fat brain I try to overstand, and with
Ten chubby digits on my own two hands, build.
Advertisers should pay reparations to your mates
For aggression, invasion and surveillance of headspace.
News is what someone is trying to conceal, the rest is
Advertising, for a virtual world, that gets unmasked and revealed on battlefields
As time flows inexorably on, like my spiel,
Reason is reason enough for rebellion –
It might be futile, but I'm a Romantic,
Raised on stories and songs, folklore of revolution on
These islands of the North Atlantic.
Now there's a volcano, ready to explode, 'cos
Pressure always comes from below, so I suppose
Hope still lies with the Proles.
I'm still shouting out, without really knowing what about, 'cos
I prefer a chip on the shoulder to a spoon in the mouth,
But this impotent fury gets a lot of us down,
And things still perplex me, like:
Why are people so meek in a relatively free society?
Scared to take a risk with so many possibilities;
Feel the strain of constraint of orthodoxy.
You'd think it might get me down…
But my head's in the stars, when my arse is parked on the ground.

Sad music is uplifting
That's why I love to sing
Disturbing things in your ear
(I write rhymes for birthday cards, and
Jokes for Christmas Crackers...)

We're a lukewarm people, that's why it's hard to integrate
Don't reach out much, but always reciprocate.
Another world is inevitable. 'Cos
Nothin' don't never not just stand still
Collective will will overcome
This rhetorical clash of uncivilised civilistaions
We're presented with conspicuous consumption
As if it's something to aspire to for youths.
It's the saddest thing I've ever seen...
But then, Sad Music Is Uplifting
Had the idealism educated out of my system, how do I get it back?
I just rant on these tracks, 'cos I found a way of arguing where no one argues back
(Except me.) And it's kicking me out of complacency.
I get ubiquitous, like pop songs about loneliness
The difference is, I got a keen sense of my ridiculousness.
They bleed rivers of sorrow for us (we don't care)
Trying to describe the world without retreating to despair, if
All that is solid melts into air.
It gets frustrating, 'cos I keep giving in to consumerism.
And employers; it's sometimes depressing.
The cold truth hurts: coercion works.
There's an irony in all this rebellion caper:
I'm writing radical lyrics up on headed paper,
It makes me feel better about being pissed off.
I find Easy Listening really hard to listen to.
I'm humble with the humble, arrogant to the powerful
Give me half a chance, and I'll give you an earful.
Life is simple…..but people make it complicated.
Constant struggle gets frustrating, but it's cool;
We've been listening to sad music,
Because it's uplifting.

Struggler, keep struggling on...

And you can use this song as your ringtone,
If you're into that sort of thing
It's called
Sad music is uplifting.