Wolf rants- Wolf E. Boy's rhyming rhetoric
The Manly Bower Braves
March 2003
Surfing all the daylight hours Ripping up the Fairy Bower
April's upon us & southerly swells
Winter surf wizards out casting their spells
The offshores are blowing the froth off the waves
As cutbacks and barrels are chased by the braves
Bodyboard loonies surf Deadmans on days
When only the hardcore would come out to play
A Students Lot
11-01-1999
I can't believe this work I've done
will come to no avail,
I've made me eyes bleed for a week
and look like I might fail. .
All the shit I need to know
is locked inside my brain,
but I can't get it written down
I'll blow it yet again. .
Essays are my nightmare,
now I've got a mental block,
with deadlines looming closer,
I just will not beat the clock. .
I know the subject inside out,
it really makes me sick,
to struggle just to write it down,
I obviously am thick! .
14-01-1999
Well fuckin' 'ell I got it done,
and now the next one's just begun,
me brain's full up with media theory,
shot to bits and vision bleary. .
Like a pinball bouncin' round
the vacuum that's my head,
I cannot stop it ticking,
even when I go to bed. .
It's just a bleedin' students lot,
I s'pose I shouldn't moan,
but like that really aint enough,
they've just cut off me phone. ------------
Sick 02-12-02 Tears and sweat of unknown legends Buried by the tide As on we look to stalwart henchmen Coming to our side Nations’ armies rose to dust, from Might to ruination Crumbled dreamlands can’t survive Mans sickness domination
16-04-02
Old Billy
Old Billy the pot stoker,
he aint with us, but he is,
always smiling, eyes half glazed.
Glass bowls with brass fittings,
flexi-tubes and bubbles flitting.
Slowly pulling, eyes affix, then
finger off and rip the mix
The brightly shone volcanic flow, which
finished quick began quite slow
At first the cheeks drew thin and gaunt,
followed by that sudden jaunt
into the lung filled world of bong,
the eyes of pain though nothing's wrong
It's just the rush and comfy shoes,
how willingly we self abuse, then
when the smokes been held enough,
exhale, exhale that cloud of puff,
unless you've greened or whiting out,
wheezing, ill equipped to shout,
hurting though you cannot speak,
choking, clutching, feeling weak,
then pass it on, ignore the pain,
until it's back, your turn again,
watch THEM suffer, now you're grinning,
even though your head is spinning,
soon the next mull's in the cone,
Someone else’s turn to groan
Dead end story
04-05-09
You’re a loser and a liar
Wannabe that never was
You’re a kerbside blown out tyre
Never knew what’s now long lost
A contradicting hypocrite
Full of dreams and smiling faces
Wasted chances, full of shit
With a hand that’s full of aces
You’re a picture, film, and book
Never ending dead end story
Hating mostly how you look
See nowt but surrounding glory
Life is struggle, life is ease
Ahead’s a tale not yet been written
Wrestle, fight, give way, appease
Don’t be afraid that you’ll get bitten
Rich in memories and stories
Half of which just make you sick
Don’t regret or say you’re sorry
This is life, what makes us tick
The Clearer Sea
(A collaboration between Rob Skyfingers, Lloyd Williams, and Wolf E Boy, down at the Duke of Wellington one drunken night)
30-12-2k
Tripping down the alcoholic highway
searching for direction
Misplaced time, forgotten names
A classic imperfection
A hazy search for peace and ease
Finding fate too hard to please
But every now and then we see
Through bleary eyes the clearer sea
And as our eyes then glaze and stare
The ocean moves and takes us there
Slipping down the coast, the coast
To the place that I love most
If I werent here, my mind set free
I hate to think where I might be
But where Id be or where I go
Depend on luck for where is so
Along this land I stand so far
For somewhere out there comes the star
Looking to the core
For the answer that makes sense
Its still cool to lie
So just leave it on the fence
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Sleep 17-08-‘99 It moves towards me but isn’t there makes me wary,- my own demons I take them with me Everywhere Wish I didn’t Time Integral sub divisions of self Every second a different face Who will I be next? Not me, never me! Do YOU know what the time is? I know what it was What it looked like Then But where I go All I see Disappears, dissolves Futility This is sleep It frightens me Waking free, afresh Escaped Who will I meet? What must I be? Another act But never me ......
5 Bloody 1
I’d been asleep
but now I’ve woken
deeds I’d feared would lay unspoken -
Laid to rest
the deadly ghost
our nemesis we feared the most -
We’d beat the Germans
on their soil
where Owen, Becks et al had toiled -
One nil down from
Jancers sole
they’d like the clocks stopped at that goal -
Owen fouled &
Beckham takes
Barmby, Owen, no mistakes -
One all now &
blood is rising
confidence there’s no disguising -
Surging runs
throughout the side
Germans fight to stem the tide -
Bohme strikes
and Seaman saves
what price now we rule the waves -
Seconds later up their end
Beckham’s fouled
now they defend -
In he chips to Ferdinand
who nods it to his mate
Gerrard is this moments man
he shoots with perfect weight -
A curling peach
from thirty yards
to see the first half out
happy times for
England fans
but not so for the krauts -
The second half
was barely off
before we’d scored again
Beckham, Heskey, Owen shoots
it’s 3-1 to our men -
Motson’ Brooking gushing praise
with thinly veiled pride
as English dreams unfold at last
against a German side -
The beer we’d spilt
for Owens second
only just replaced
before he hit the hat trick goal
the Germans now lain waste -
A Gerrard through ball set him up
& Owens just alight
Englands ‘goalden’ amulet scored
three this glory night -
4-1 up against the Hun
and still the job was not yet done
Scholes to Beckham, back to Scholes
on to Heskey, bang -5 goals -
I thought I’d died
and gone to heaven
“please god let them
knock in seven”
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Why 2K
Millennium or Y2K, now where were you that sold out day,
the day the bugs were meant to come, like battle victors beating drums,
the slowly rising sound of fear, to make us dread the end of year,
and billions spent they said to free us from our own technology,
so some have made a tasty killing from the bug that had star billing
clever nerds fat bank accounts which swelled by frightening amounts
the paranoia they created left them nicely situated
in a world which doesnt know of just what makes the techno flow,
so aint it time we all found out just what these bytes are all about,
or are we ready now to hand to systems we dont understand,
the running of our institutions cutting human contributions,
til we give control away a little more each coming day
to logic driven data banks which draw no wage and ask no thanks,
and cyborgs with eternal life, designer babies for the wife,
that techno prophets say are things
the not too distant future brings.
....
April 96
Lies, M.P s and B.S.E
Day to day is hard enough
when struggling to survive,
without the added pressure
of the politicians lies,
which after hes been questioned on,
he backtracks and denies.
He tells you what it suits him,
like the safety of your meat,
yet experts whove been testing
cant confirm its safe to eat,
the only thing thats on his mind is
will this cock up cost his seat.
Hell lie again, deny his words
and say it wasnt so
hell say hes been misquoted
by the lowest of the low.
He thinks were all so stupid
that we really wouldnt know.
While were all left to wonder
just what food to eat for best,
the politicians thinking of
how wisely to invest
the proceeds of directorships
that feather his own nest.
He votes on his own wages,
while pegging others back,
he keeps us to the guidelines,
but cuts himself some slack,
unless theres an election
he cant even get the sack.
Just the one ?
I dont drink much, but I drink too much, cos its never just the one, I fire em down until Im done, and I cant slow down, gettin lashed around the town, Ill just drink it like a rocket til theres nothing in me pocket, I should stay away from boozers cos they make me such a loser, vodka redbulls, vodka jelly, and the guinness for me belly, then I dont half smoke, I wish I werent that sort of bloke, but Im just a bleeding lacky to the alcohol and baccy. Birds? thats a laugh, I get half cut and go all daft, slobber round like some drunk monkey, just an alcoholic junkee. But of course right at the time Im quite convinced Im in me prime, never lacking drunken nerve, just the class, and tact and verve. Well I guess thats me, and the way Im meant to be, one more drink and one more fag then wobble home without a shag, gentle zigzags down the street, cant co-ordinate me feet, because the half time swaggers now become a full on stagger, til I stumble through the door, get re-acquainted with the floor and wonder how it all begun,
I only went out for the one.
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Move it
04-11-02
This one was written while staying at the D & D Inn on the Khao San road in Bangkok, Thailand in 2002. My room was right above a stall selling music and blaring out hip hop and rap til the beats seemed to start to affect the rhythm in my head as I was writing, so think rap when reading it!
Once again I let a situation roll on, without
Ideas just to push me or to move me along, within
An ever changing tide of people travelling through
Ive just been blindly wandering in Banglampu
I wanna see some elephants and check out some tribes
But then my head starts to scream,
is this to what you subscribe?
Is belief just a system that you hold in your mind
Or just a case of waiting til you like what you find
But if youre lazy like me, and never sure what you want
Only hoping for direction from some oracle font
Well then it could be a while if you wont open the gate
Best get used to waiting, putting trust into fate
So now for four hundred Baht
An air con bus to Chiang Mai
Im heading north to the culture
Not a clue as to why
....
01-05-02
Hate u
What do you say to someone
that you thoroughly despise,
that you really cannot stomach any more,
a person so afraid of life that every sun-up dies,
and is plagued by self destructive mental wars.
A loner in a busy crowd
of friends that know too well,
that the answer only can come from within,
we have to live our own lives
and break free from our own shell,
and believe the way on isnt giving in.
This one though is gutless,
more afraid to fail than try,
while dispensing sound advice for others woes,
so the knowledge isnt lacking
if the spirit is denied,
just the courage and belief that never rose.
The alcoholic backbone only
serves to make things worse,
and indignity gets heaped upon the fear,
then soon enough the standing joke
with efforts more perverse,
has become another life lived just through beer.
Knowing all the problems
doesnt make the job less fraught,
there are loads of empty dickheads on the shelf,
but you never see the situation
where you have been brought,
to admit that empty dickhead
was yourself.
.....
Dog Gone
25-10-02
Banglampu and the Khao San road, where
My phone got nicked by a cockney toad
I was playing pool when he starts his patter
Left my phone for a second,
didnt think itd matter
Hed gotten all chummy,
said lets do Pat Pong
Though he couldnt pay his bills
I never thought whats wrong?
Then this old boy says,
ere son wheres your blower
And me guts twist up as Im feeling lower
Id been doing quite well, right on top of me game
Then I find to my cost
Some scums doing the same
The cockneys disappeared and the dogs gone too
I try to look around but theyre out of view
Its only day one and Im a mobile down
My advice,
Keep your eyes peeled in this town
.....
23-05-99
Depressive states
confusion
In and out, delerium
holds me in its grasp
from nose bleed highs
to chasm depths
quicker than a gasp
Alcohol escapism
which fuels the mental state
beware the dreaded aftermath
it sets upon your plate
Any little thing it seems
can set the wheels in motion
the snowball gathers pace, and mass
driven by a notion
Look around and all you see
are ball and chain restrictions
the mind plays games
then tears apart
your courage of convictions
Its just a state of mind of course
thoughts within the head
sanctuary beckons only
after you are dead
The sea is life, wind is breath
they are truely free
amongst the pebbles and the ocean
lie no shackles there for me
.....
05-01-2K
I dedicate this scribe to anyone that's house shared with some thoughtless gits at some point in their lives.
Consideration
Things you know get on my tits,
but you,- you just don't give a shit.
I've told you often, far too much,
but I don't think you give a fuck
about what others think or say
it's just your selfish thoughtless way
and you deny all blame or guilt
it's your own paranoia built
misguided view of you poor boy
that does not much than to annoy
this isn't you and you alone
you're one of four that share this home
consider those that share the roof
and think their friendship total proof
so just try not to take the piss
give others thought remember this
we' re not your servants or your maids
we'd rather not through your shit wade
consideration costs fuck all
and little things however small
that go to make a better place
and make the days less hard to face,
turn the lights off clean the floors,
wash the dishes shut the doors,
keep it quiet late at night and
stomping up the stairs aint right,
your mates are fine but they're your guests
and only you should clean their mess,
buy your share and pay your way
of things we all use every day,
toilet paper teabags too,
milk and sugar used by you,
washing liquid if you please,
none of this stuff grows on trees,
not the cheap shit either boy,
no tight arsed fuckin' skinflint ploy,
you know it well but now it's written,
keep in mind that you've been bitten,
if you stray far from these lines
I'll have to start imposing fines
and if I think this has no clout
you may well end up moving out
but if you think and toe the line
then everyone will get on fine.
On your bike Blair
Tories - Poll tax -unwanted- object and become a criminal-
Gov.t change name to council tax and carry on
Millenium Dome- unwanted- our money but no choice
Politicians blame its failure on the public
For not coming to see the eyesore they didnt want in the first place
NHS- privatising against our wishes- but still no choice
More money poured in to admin than medical staff
Dirty hospitals, MRSA, waiting lists, imposed targets
Populism sound bite politics
Railways- privatised against our wishes,
& still no say or choice
Shareholders bailed out with OUR money,
Once again against our will & with no choice
Blair wedges his nose up Bushes arse-
Speaking for himself, not us-
Shoulder to shoulder with a prick whos
intent on riding rough shod over ordinary
People to please his corporate backers
Both murdering War Criminals
Euro- come on Blair- put it to the people
For no better reason than to find out we
dont appreciate being told its in our interest
By some self serving power freak
Thats so far up his own backside
That he now believes his litany of balls ups
Were difficult choices that had to be made
For the uneducated masses,
he seems to think we know no better,
Well weve seen your choices, your balls ups,
our money sailing down the swanny
Along with the family jewels now disappearing
Over the horizon on the corporate ships,
Give us the vote, so we can say no,
Which bluntly translated,
Means you can GO,
And whoever follows,
And thinks they know better,
Better think twice
& study this letter
.....
Andy.R 24-09-2K
Not my taste
I'd walk towards
the furnace flames, and
taunt them, "go on, call my name!",
I'd tread a little closer still,
to charge them, "come on!, test my will",
And see if I'd not rather die, than
live this earthly breathless lie, this
fire breathing state confusion, feeding
sheep their safe illusion, knelt
before this god the state, fed
rules and order from their plate, I'll
eat alone if that's alright, kept
free from all their
poisoned
might.
.....
Andy. R 07-12-96
My Eyes once saw the Glory
At the age of thirteen, excited and keen
I first saw the Albion play
In 76, and Ward was just starting
To blow all defences away
When Saturdays came and we were at home
crowds fit for the top division
We watched our heroes, Spider & Ward
Destroy nearly all opposition
remember the feeling, when ball hit the net,
I'd look for the ref, "Have we scored?"
When given, the hairs on my neck would stand up
as the whole of the Goldstone roared
We always believed, whenever at home
There was no side to whom we would lose
That Albion team could toy with opponents
And pick them off when they choose
Those days seem like dreams on a long distant cloud
Of times we knew only success,
Our spirit bled dry by a poacher from Blackburn
Who obviously couldn't care less.
His only concern for the Albions plight
Was the chance that he saw to get rich.
Tucked safely away with minders around,
but never near Albions pitch.
Bellotti, his lap dog, can't take a hint
He should know he's not wanted around
whenever he watches the Albion at home
He needs an escort out of the ground.
At the seasons end, whatever may come
One thing will be there for show.
Without the support of the fans for the Board
They must let the Albion go.
Goodbye Goldstone
The halcyon days are now disappeared
And we've heard the last of the Goldstone cheers
The ground sold from under the feet of the fans
No more the roar from the old North stand
That poacher has done us he sold off our ground
With control of the club bought for 56 pounds
He then tried to con us by changing the rules
To cop half the money but we were not fooled
The Goldstone was sold for about seven mill'
Knocked down and sold on for triple that bill
----
Funny that, with property
Worth more when its not there
And what a stunning value hike
Up triple in a year
They came and asset stripped our club
Not much but name is left
That scumbag perpetrated
Such a shameless, lowlife theft
He crept in through a window
His mate Bedson left unlocked
Knicked the Seagulls jewels
For his Focus empire stocks
Now we queue for tickets
But with crowds fit for reserves
Cornered in a shoebox
Now this aint what we deserve
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The joke of it is
That the poachers still here
The fans with no say
Know that he's their worst fear
He'll wait in the wings til the fans pull us round
And make a huge profit from his 56 pounds
28-1-98
The They
Thoughts I have inside my head
Which make me feel such guilt
Tearing down the walls of life
The walls my mind has built
The world around just makes me think
Whats in my mind aint right
So live the day suppressing thoughts
Escape through sleep at night
Should I follow their beliefs
The They that we all follow
Live by their restrained ideals
Or in my thoughts just wallow
Do we have to live this life, or
Have we got a choice, because
Created by the They, come soon
The I wont have a voice
.....
30-07-02
Waster
I wanna rage n fight n scream
I cant believe this life is me
Without control complete despair
Some inner madness keeps me there
Within a labyrinth of choices
Hearing far too many voices
Feeling others hurt n pain,
cry at films n peoples stories
Like the hermit crab remain,
cowing from lifes greater glories
Dying just to throw the shell,
have open eyes and try new tastes,
n cast aside this mental hell,
or blink n twenty years got wasted
Brained
Tell me why we fight each other
Basic equals, all with mothers
Different worlds with different rules
Psychologies from different schools
Fed by info full on stained
I sometimes feel like Ive been brained
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