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This i sa great poem, it has a great reader too, i really love it…have never forgotten it ever…also, i like the beginning (the fast speaking tempo) and everything apart from the second paragraph…i love this
superclubs. rooney. housemates with delusions.
escape to establish yet more self confusions.
removing lifes worth, here comes the conclusion
the life that you crave is just an illusion.
This is the chav male crossing the Border,
Bringing the giro cheque and the restraining order,
Steals from the rich, steals from the poor,
The shop at the corner, shags the girl next door.
Pulling up roll up joint, a steady high:
The police are against him, as hes done time.
Past skunk-grass and moorland lager
Shovelling white coke over his shoulder,
Snorting noisily as he passes
Silent miles of non grasses.
Birds turn their heads as he approaches,
Stare from nimbys at his smoked out roaches.
….This is the tube train waiting to go
stays totally still, a strike from Bob Crow
Commuters stranded from june until May
Whilst bob’s on his arse earning £90K….
Doesnt it make you feel you are on the train ? I can feel the cold night air and also the heat from the boiler…. and the bits of soot on the eyelids. Truly a great match of words and film which serves as a precious piece of social history ! Thanks,
its sound scary
Magical creative genius.
I’d also argue that this movie proves WH Auden and Benjamin Britten invented rap!
This i sa great poem, it has a great reader too, i really love it…have never forgotten it ever…also, i like the beginning (the fast speaking tempo) and everything apart from the second paragraph…i love this
Did this bloke do bagpuss?
x factor:
superclubs. rooney. housemates with delusions.
escape to establish yet more self confusions.
removing lifes worth, here comes the conclusion
the life that you crave is just an illusion.
@ianupton
If you wrote that, well done indeed ! Superb stuff, always truth in humour.
This is the chav male crossing the Border,
Bringing the giro cheque and the restraining order,
Steals from the rich, steals from the poor,
The shop at the corner, shags the girl next door.
Pulling up roll up joint, a steady high:
The police are against him, as hes done time.
Past skunk-grass and moorland lager
Shovelling white coke over his shoulder,
Snorting noisily as he passes
Silent miles of non grasses.
Birds turn their heads as he approaches,
Stare from nimbys at his smoked out roaches.
THIS is addictive………
Sorry, forgot to add that the last line actually is “For who can BEAR TO feel himself forgotten?”
Impressive.
Yes, bang on….does a Circle Line train ever arrive in London?
1:59 Track Pans. Still a marvelous favorite..
Is the narrator the narrator who narrates Trumpton?
Baron Verulam – spot on, your Grace!
i have been trying tooo find thie rhyme for over 6 months, at last i have, i love it
Fresh rhymes and killa flow, this is some great hip hop right here.
wow awsome!!!
….This is the tube train waiting to go
stays totally still, a strike from Bob Crow
Commuters stranded from june until May
Whilst bob’s on his arse earning £90K….
1930s rap video!
BRILLIANT POEM!
haha those bars are sick
i watched this at harris
Everything about this is great.
Was the engine a ‘Scot’ ?
Doesnt it make you feel you are on the train ? I can feel the cold night air and also the heat from the boiler…. and the bits of soot on the eyelids. Truly a great match of words and film which serves as a precious piece of social history ! Thanks,