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Need the Character (s)

by Jackal Trades

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they're trying to take my voice from me they're changing the frequency they change it up so frequently subtle psychos secretly clearly take what they want from me destroying me trying to poison me make me ex communicate messing with ma trajectory a voiceless visionary is a lighthouse with no battery or electricity , no light , no nothing nothing built purposely I cant ring the alarm with any urgency I`m in purgatory a botched burglary in the midst of a belligerent insurgency please don`t make me go back to surgery The biggest day of your life was planned for tomorrow unbeknown to you they moved this biggest day forward come with me lets find an other way come with me and find the others mate come with me and find an another way Im done with this monotonous monopoly there must be something otherly where the lovely duznay turn ugly they're trying to take my sleep from me subtle psychos secretly creep in the scenery to leer at me sneaky peaking from the greenery and punish me for my honesty their lurking in the forestry I see there machinery recording me eyes are shiftily avoiding me they're trying to rewrite my eulogy Ill be Fifty years dead before i get any apology it`s doubly deceptive! depressive! aggressive! home is where the heart was regrettably left it shot the craw once it fled what it nested life gets too wicked to get properly rested invested interests untested consequence unchartered waters convenience or coincidence stream of conscious is not where the net worth nestles uninvited vetted experts with inverted commas wrestle delegates celebrate narrow debate death of conversation is a place where a wake manifests an escape where theres patsies at steak keep one eye on the road and the another on the break a spate of hate rotates around this jaded place in spades and a flag in the wrong hand may as well be ten grenades Complacency `s complicit but complexities the noun heart races for the last time with unusual sounds in the background imaginary walks in the hills with none around not a witness on the farm not a soul on the ground factors at play tomorrow never came around dark actors playing games no foul play found
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essentially we mentally construct an endless melody a mayday ! medley! meddling plays like emily see emily play like a hey day memory the sixties were well hazy now they sell self help to medicate pre- historically predict predators and mediators lines drawn around acres on various equators they frowned upon debaters and they rounded up the haters and anyone opposed would be slandered off as traitors some got sold off to slave-ships where they had to make shit taking hits, without a hint, of a future payslip and peasants brainwashed into prejudice propaganda hatred before ` they took our jobs` was a basic racist statement competing with free labour is improbable and face it we `ve all been replaced with the complicated automated for the uninitiated machinery`s their favourite we destroy a new science every-time we innovate it the odds are slim of you finding the fun-ding the prospects grim unless your hiding the war king technology's a braw thing if your holding the string or they bring you out to pastures as the fat lady sings coz when your truths are useless and they find it non conducive they footer with the root of it then the ruthless get intrusive they don't want to lose it and your rocking the boat you have freedom of speech if your talking it low cognitive flow ,blow hot or cold , the taps off droughts in the age of information we pass laws like cast offs from the iron age no blast offs in this rocket race i can hear plato's allegory rolling round Socratic caves Maggie Thatcher raves got em rolling in their graves britannia waived the rules so britannia ruled the waves places like merchant city's paved with the handy work of slaves from the Jamaica plantation to the triangular trades They took our jobs ! who did ? The Robots? we are a slave to technology that makes us worse off robots are robust workers that don`t take much days off big shots hit the jackpot and the purge has mugged us off They took our jobs! who did ? The Robots? exhausted lie`s about utopia that cant be untaught promised dishwashers before they stole our critical thought computers get better job offers the proles are left to rot Aye Scotland`s hands are red from the blood money cost but we ignored those thoughts and threw the saltire in the wash the sins of our forefathers not quite forgot like a guilty dirty dish in a sink under cloth it`s bonkers the way our freedoms taken off us and talked down to like a biscuit tin from the cookie monsters imposters moonlighting as sun flowers with awkward offers kept in order and grateful that you get to keep the coppers the top is rotten to the core but stock-home syndromes got us always wondering that something worse must be round them corners resentment though Fosters like a warm can in the waters storm damage in your jotters the calm before the slaughters it might not always be `not us` home or away we need good neighbours for our sons and our daughters authentic authors became awkward bloggers now austerity has got us and the robots took our jobs as we blamed the immigrants who had already lost us as we took a liberty, a land grab and a resource then cut the chord said no visitors and slammed the fucking door we want our passports to take us anywhere we want Cause we think we re a lot better coz its what we've been taught MLK showed peace can complete many complicated feats Rosa Parks sat down and put her feet up on the seats Yet history repeats and history repeats For every fleeting victory a million more defeats We re getting sick to the teeth of being kicked in the teeth but freedom is slavery and war is peace It's echo chamber double speak But who am I to preach ? Just another slavering poet using his slavery of speech
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so they threw daft jack to the back of the class/ And he didnt understand why the lassies all laughed/ rumour was his dad crashed the mazda mad smashed man/ Tutor blamed the jack-dan he had in his flask./ Jack never had a chance, there was little that he grasped/ Something never added up, he was shit at doin maths/ and the fact jacks folks never did have any cash/ Since his dad lost his job when he hadnt done jack /, Jacks dad frank drank coz he frankly had cracked-up/ Bankrupt, sacked, sad-act that would act up/ Mad that he'd failed his own family after, A rapid relapse on the vallies and lagar./ All set for collapse looked at jack as his last port of call, as he asked for the port from the stash. Pour a glass when your down slaps come pretty fast, something happened to Jack when he saw his dad last (Teacher : Ewan Tickle Mcnicholl) that jack's in my class and he's a grade a prat lacks a grasp of maths to even scrape a pass say he wants to be a rapper but just plays the twat aye that lads an ad to bring the strap days back caught him at the school disco badly drunk when his father picked him up like dad like son since im a man of principle, why i can't judge him but my educated guess: he`s tanning valium and aye his eyes were red, he looked dirty and unshaven coulda laid into the pair of them the way they were behaving just made a mental note for what was certain later a predictable witness in a social work statement that kind of act's probably what cost him his job as they exit stage left he shouts 'ya cock fuck off' guys a mess i suggest: it's his son his loss no pity for a cast that's just lost the plot (Chorus: Jo D'arc) cast a spell the castaway cast away but the cast in this story won't give him Jack today they cast down blanked him and walked away when things are going lovely they follow the honey all your friends will gather round when the shit goes down they will not be found it can take a cast of millions to find a support role everyone's at the stage where their a star of their own show (The Father: Mark Mywords McG ) I'm Jack's Dad and Jack's my lad don`t be mad my Jack ain't all that bad am glad I gave him the pad that I never had but it`s sad he transformed to a wee spoiled brat I worked hard and made that cash but it was a fad what we had and the market collapsed now I know that my graft was a waste and a shaft so when I have a lager it comes attached with a half when I think back it breaks my heart I was conned like a sap right from the very start I followed the rules and made an honest wage paid my taxes paved my way to find myself redundant one day and every vacancy and opportunity had ran away inefficient politician acting magnificent Implement cuts then pass the buck to immigrants I can`t sleep I can`t switch off I toss and turn and curse that boss then get a call from the school met a stuck up toff He called my lad bad i told him to fuck off i guess I must`ve lost control But i'de sold my home and joined the dole heat or eat I just don't know a hungry drunk and winters cold that night when me and jack got back to the flat jack poured me a port coz his cider was crap . and that`s all i remember that and only that until I woke up to a police chap rat a tat tat an officer barged in and demanded a chat it emerged while I slept my car got crashed without a sign of break in or windows smashed my better half asked if I thought it was Jack I said it was me and I told the police that as they they cuffed and marched from my habitat waved to the window where jack was sat he acted confused and never waved back fade to black apparently nasty accident manslaughter charge teacher died in an ambulance so now the jail`s cast stars that jack lad`s dad
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Miley Cyrus, Miley Cyprus Miley Syria , Military violence Milling about as millions are silenced minuscule coverage after mini short highlights mibbay Syria must hide behind sillier non-stories that don`t come much clickier than Hannah Montana twerking on that sleazy prick Robin the Thicke`s grey area blurred ,news, head, lines bad news burier before you google analytics take a look in the mirror world war imminent we won`t address this does the national service bill not make you feel nervous? are you capable of feeling at all anymore? or are you more inclined to rewind awards shows? addressing the dress sense of a corporate whore ? and ignore the logistics of a chemical war? the legitimacy of it and what it`s all for do you remember that time we were lied to before? whether you believe it`s all planned or they made a mistake people pay with their lives and that`s what`s really at stake before we arrive with our superman cape what`s real and whats faked and how much money will they make? who gets the tax break and whose on the take? For clarity`s sake we must have this debate it`s Assad fact our track record is deplorable historically and anecdotally we re not sociable coming soon to your town it`s workfare warfare who the fuck will care when your stuck over there? screaming `My God! ` as you die on your todd With Miley Cyrus , Robin Thicke looping on your I Pod I read the news today oh boy about a lucky man who made the grade although the news was rather sad (it's Assad fact) I just had to laugh Red case, Red face, Bass neck , Smell plaice Nut case , Crack nut, Back door , Slam shut Tote up , Cross out, Buzz word played out Gideon grinning and spinning nay doubt action excused question refused man`s shopping list on Six O clock news theory debunked back door slam shut fact avoidance (what a bargain hunt!) `For Sale` picket on downing street lawn foreclosed forewarned for so long forlorn face long like burger taken from supermarket chain delay investigating like an Ayrshire train flogging dead horses when you should be beefing cows arouse suspicion in the pantomine gowns (Findus) renowned nouns drown out new found sounds Wonga Mafia running these towns armed with darwin sarcasm, Damn it`s scarring can`t fathom an understanding of the planet to a man like Bradley Manning calming is as Cameron banning the internet and harming the sick, the poor, the vulnerable, the old, the cold , the starving we should be on the street protesting and demanding but they kettle, blacken our name, pot luck barring, it`s alarming plucking chickens out of thin air GM farming , fuckin` charming they peddle meds for profit to meddle moods that am in scamming data collector crime predictor spreadsheet drop out on a losing streak a deadbeat a pan faced cheek a saucery lobotomy frying heartbeats with a deep fried leak apocalyptic visions too far bleak for Orwell But the Bank of Google will ultimately sell well A Cypriot bank card is fun in a recession Facebook says `You May Have Fucked This Person` you live or you`ve learn well spend what you`ve earned key in 1-9-8-4 , click `like` , resend
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if you can`t handle me at my worst you don`t deserve me at my best I read a quote on the internet that Marilyn Monroe maybe once said I'm on that Marilyn Munro Logic on it till I'm off it but only if it suits or I shoot off topic I so sell fish they insist I carry fishing permit I don`t wish for world peace I only wish for my earnings and self-preserving other things I want but say I need my life changed one day forever checking out my Facebook feed when i was vicious and dickish i would feel sickish now I smash all the dishes without any consequences stuff used to bother me like destroying others property, but with Marilyn`s philosophy, whatever lolz honestly Monroe foreign policy and how it all works if you don't like drone strikes you wont get Starbucks Im on them Marilyn Munro quotables, anti-social mindset take no responsibility I wreck it like a train set did i have fun? you bet! that`s all that matters enjoy my own patter as another partner scatters don`t like me setting fires you sure as hell don't deserve me not setting fires as well don't like me being violent, why should I be peaceful? don`t like me arguing, why should i be reasonable? I have really bad days ,all the time, where i turn evil no need to cast it up im just one of these people don`t complain I swiftly kicked you in the bawz you con't understond ma awesomeness you focus on the flaws I don`t rack up guilt, I use that bit , as a sun roof can`t handle my lies why would you deserve truth? put all your bad vibes to one side or some good use if you don`t like it then you don`t have to look Haters gonna hate but they don't have to look do what you do just be you
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bungs bails bribes out out comes the knives rustle up a patsy for a public sacrifice burn the witch at the steak great family day out pray to a housing price to help you out your now devout until the claws come out there`s a buy out clause so shut your mouth snake on a patio seeking a decent looking fruit-bowl thread the deceitful needle through the lethal legal loophole interest rates are interestingly rarely rated fairly punched in the jaw squarely vultures circling daily everyone holds a bank account but no-one ever holds a bank to account pitchforks at the ready snap judgements on the steady rise we severed ties several times with them ethereal lies I`m honest to a default scores out my credit rating an its a score i never settle if the cashier keeps me waiting its hard work not working consistently as this it`s a job in itself you need dedication kid secret handshakes in eerily hushed rooms pit in a petition to give military mushrooms and get the chancellor off the ching surely that cant be a bad thing if your counting on him counting then your currently napping coz that is not happening, just imagine the mad yin ? panicking about rigged markets they had hands in collapsing words change meaning with speed, take heid, double speaking with stealth a do gooder is an insult in the century of self and this is not satire anymore
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the look of shock that I rock as I pass by In the Thick of it in South Park staring out a Brass Eye people will kill for celebrity status whens George Zimmerman boxing DMX in vegas? well whats the latest exaggerated trend for rich and famous? nanny raises family while parents raise self awareness shameless self congratulating pagans adopting right wing views the way madonna buys african weans with a pat on the back and a launch of a fragrance brought to you by Gucci and the United Nations the private sector owns all the public relations in Layman's terms ... the brothers wasted all your savings erasing economic allegations like when Californians vote and elect Terminators to become all of their mayors Comic Relief bought shares in bombing of equators Pudsey the Bear became a blatant arms trader glossed over by the media coz Jim fixed it as the greedy grew seedier their all in it together M.Ps and CEO's playing Golf with the editor when the experts in charge of health all lobby cigarettes it`s hard when your living in a Charlie Brooker sketch when the google glass extends to your contact lens it`s hard when your living in a Charlie Brooker sketch whats the difference between terrorists and freedom fighters? Daily Mash and Daily Mail all share the same writers divide and conquer feed the carcass to the lions crept in with a bias till you recognise compliance corporate violence quells social defiance make the private debt public then privatise the science reliance on a GPS daft for the smart phone redefining thought crime privacy long gone mass debating a dress worn by that Rhianna as they practically ban Panama chat on Panorama friends used to fight your corner now come with inverted commas working on a ton of automated Instagram personas when they allege the man in charge fucked a dead pig head and no-one got surprised or if they did they never said just a few mumbled smirks chucked from a back bench its hard when your living in a Charlie Brooker sketch
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Bard from the graveyard they wont let him back in, he`s a zombie womaniser and he`s guilty as sin want an auld scots poem? just ask him want a sensitive soul? just add gin he`s struggling to comprehend Twenty Fourteen not that that would stop his notorious courting to get a fling you need the fame and poetry's obsolete so he signed up to a show called Benefits Street he recites more scripts than Meryl Streep and chooses eccy over leccy cause the price too steep cameras always on him one way or another big brother is watching him watching big brother a poignant moment so succinct and apt and cunning he verbally slapped the cunts currently running his country being sold out to Amazon and Google but they cut away to him munching a Pot Noodle They reincarnated Rabbie Burns last night with a shovel , a hip flask and a flashlight no-one cares what Rabbie thinks about taxing the elite they only care what Rabbie 'burns` on Benefits Street The Bard is a joke now the viewers are laughing at attacked by paparazzi in his own home habitat minds too small for concepts they need the characters you wont get funding for an idea you less fit the narrative we need two dimensional wee shites with three stripes , take great dee light whenever he fights smokes Barlinnie roll ups to suppress his appetite foods rarely on the menu cause moneys too tight watches colour TV cause nothings ever black 'n' white as he prays for a cracking ride before he`s back inside those losing get a doing as the going gets good poverty porn Hustlers Razzle with the nedtube get lube as the anally attentive get inventive and find new ways to fuck you with financial incentive Rabbie painted a picture bout it and became quite inventive but it started with a spliff where the episode ended Rabbie's so famous now his name is muddied by broadsheets Clarkson and Littlejohn belittle his broad speech his regional accent is mocked in Mock the Week George Osbourne uses him as an election plea from the street young team to the club drug scene thinks Rabbie Burns is just another Marvin from The Scheme Marvel super T : the anti-hero ignorant like roman numeral`s concept of zero buy high , sell low , `Hi ! I`m here to fix the deficit` deliver deliberate deception to the desperate in a desolate square mile renaming whole towns dressing the haggis with decaying pass -me - downs they are playing the system by refusing to die we built this city on ratings and a lie squeezed middle ignore what Eric Pickles biscuits cost and blame the fictional devil , the fiddler of the north On benefits and proud of the hunger and the struggle, the 8% price hike and the keep warm huddle, On benefits and proud of the pre pay meter beeping The cheap and nasty noodles , Bad eating, lack of heating Proud of inflation holding my family to ransom Proud of being sick, hated, jaded and sanctioned On benefits and proud of the overcrowded tenements, Suicide attempt rent debt letter sentiments On benefits and proud of the MP`s expenses The queen gets a wage rise to buy higher fences, Proud of where I live becoming such a dive On benefits and proud of never watching Channel Five
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is the disc skipping or am I just tripping? it's like smoking in the gym it is not quite fitting slipped in to expensive and excessive drinking I get all my hangovers especially shipped in news just in! it`s your brain speaking it`s pay back time for your wonderful weekend that company your keeping that poison you leak in the sober door is creaking watch reality creep in that thudding noise may be your head or your heart time to master the art of a panic attack there`s an actual fear here you must now re-enact those days you got the knock back , those times you got the sack recollect the absurd things you said word for word horrific past vivid , happiness vague and blurred think of that `I love you` that you once slurred you could hear a pin drop when you got ignored you could hear the heart break from a hundred yards away last night i seen you breakdance but naw not today I seen you shuffle on the subway with a cold mince pie reeking of tobacco with defeat in your eye avoiding people that you know 'cause they ask how you are delusion of self can only take you thus far there was a glint in your eye mere seconds later you got a confidence boost from an anonymous stranger did you smile back ? nay danger! what does that make ye? forget ye hud a bird? that makes you a traitor in a pickle out of luck in store detection fickle outgoing fuck with an inward inflection out of battery , hen, in the red reception being late paying yer rents the only way they pay attention you don`t warrant a mention your constantly withdrawn like a crackhead's curtain at the crack of dawn oh its on fuckhead you had better believe it how dare you have the cheek to even speak of a mistreatment you made your bed now and you might as well have shat in it the knives are out now and the claws are sharpening the days are darkening you dehydrated mannequin that bad review was accurate you had better pack it in you had better sort it out and get yourself together and get the heid doon coz up ahead is stormy weather I am the fear and I wrote you a letter like a broken vow from the Daily Record I'm Nick Clegg's face saying your better together The Queen on Christmas Day defending austerity measures Like a header fay Conor McGregor then a jab am a massive pack of monkeys attached to your back I am the angry polis man who would like a little chat I'm the prick at the back that laughs at Scottish Boom Bap I'm that bouncer who never lets you in after stroking his chin with a Martin Shkreli grin I am your phone in a taxi that is now switched off i am the marker pen that you can`t get off i am the train you ran for on a final warning for that job that you hate on a Monday morning I am the bars shut! is it? ya bastart! I'm saying your doing swell to your ex while your plastered i am the worse cunt , the bad yin I'm a bad punchline like a coked up Audley Harrison am a lazy journalist way a proclaimers comparison wearing a pair of sandals , way a hole , that`s embarrassing I'm the tax man, I'm the bad man i'm a mad bam who'll spam your daft plans with a bank scam then serve you bad scran with a flat can ya fan dan I am the fear
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Celebrity mourning is the new rock n roll raise your depths of despair to the death of a soul it`s prime time for the last A list to flat line build a shrine to the past to help you pass time marketing the average man to super-stardom all your heroes are dead now or about to die soon they were beaming human beings through invisible flooms off the back of payola to the front of your room bust and boom must consume the vacuum grows bigger till the kid in the street wants an inaction figure they made a killing off the gigging, made a million off the touring but it killed them deep inside as the machine kept roaring were you party to this circus? well be a part of the mourning if you`ve not woke up yet let me wish you good mourning bean counter, arse kisser, drug dealer and a groupie blame it on the Seventies , blame it on a roofie don`t blame it on the boogie , better blame it on the bogie man blame it on the Eighties, better blame it on a roadie man big bucks propaganda wiznay all big tobacco corp it could make you rock proper like proper rock P.R murdered on the dance floor the beat don't stop the beat goes on in sales when the heart does not often tops it in the case where tributes were sought and publicity like that just cannot be bought or maybe it can now there`s food for thought pop charts chock a block with pop stars who popped their clogs (Pop corks) in the Sixties big business bought into music industries they minimised the risk and monopolised the fees they morphed open mic hopefuls to global infamy propelled average Joes into Television personalities temptation and strange days made them cane K`s to numb adrenaline and pain from the pressures of stage the ideas were popular when pop remained vague nowadays no-one will ever be that famous again yeah no-one will ever be that famous again nobody ever hears your cries in cyberspace you`ll never get that famous out-with your niche nobody cares if you live or die out-with your clique public outpouring of grief? gee us peace your not unique even David Bowie only got about a week imagine 2040 when all 15 minute famers and 1 hit wonders all hit the same ages they'll wake you up with a roll call of the daily dead transmitted to an I-chip inserted in your head 2,000 dead celebs on the list from Q to Zed have a very good mourning then get ejected from your bed by a burly robot sent from G4S who will escort you to your voluntary position in Gregg's who bought over Google in 2034 when Fukushima sea people won world war 4 because monsters love pasties and always need more or so I'm told fay the folk who fought through folklore but that`a then this is now ,not all rock stars have passed so embrace the nostalgia and enjoy while it lasts i would say we have about another twenty something years of newscasters reporting twitters crocodile tears from fully grown adults captured in cults the R.I.P's whizz past like the football results scrolling across your smart screen that`s recording your grief and it`s the last time anyone ever sees peace coz the mortality of icons steals limelight and priority if the penny's just dropping then i am truly sorry mate conveniently colludes with corporate interests the pantomime of austerity whats good for business is that the plan? was it the plan all along? maybe that`s a stretch but I`m stretching out a song
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`I`m a bit of a big deal did you no get the memo? ` Hell no! your lego demo lacked a message, flow and tempo actually dead low when it comes to our rep bro we`re as good as our next show that`s how respect grow mic check! get coke! to feed your ego upstaged onstage while off sorebro shout inside jokes out that made no sense it echoes through the P.A you can feel it in-tents a festival vet probably the first time we met its a fair bet you said we were wrecked or veggied on ket that the impression you get? have you never been cabbaged? it`s like being called a lightweight by a crystal meth addict both opinions opposed and so far removed take a scoop of the truth I`m not the bringer of doom so before I`m accused I`m asking you , what would you do? when your stranded in a field and offered mandy and voodoo and when it`s hometime maybe chew a scooby doo too coz you still have a barrier at Central to get through There`s no shortcut to longevity the media rock mediocrity no shortcut to longevity ask Moyes about the Ferguson legacy no shortcut to longevity counting pennies in the kitty can`t rekindle ye and I`ve noticed that the crowd always want you to booze and it`s the favourite payment method of the gig venue skint musicians fed bevvy on empty bellies then jealous observers say their eyes look really heavy how do you think we get ready? damn right we look hellish so we help ourself to Red Stripe from the rider to replenish demeaning demons loom assume consumption by my previous determined by vague sources often devious and lecherous repeat anecdotes that fit the narrative minds too small for concepts they need the characters meet, greet once then make call or don`t, then fake all make comments on a subject when they don`t know feck all on a week long tour we drove to Leeds in a Vauxhall until the cops called in coz the gig was illegal if the sets all good then we`re gonna get wrecked y`all thin line between Rock`n` Roll and a jakeball and I know, that double yellow line fine well headlining King Tuts then wake up in jail cell don`t believe the hype, the myths, pay the piper every full time writer is a part time bullshiter I had a band from Ayrshire that got banned from Ayrshire that now play anywhere we get asked to play sir it`s not about the pay - nah just a place to stay man and petrol for the road home incase we need escape plan pay the man in the van if there`s an excess profit or I`ll be in your face if he`s out of pocket long enough in the tooth to know the whole business truth if we pack out your venue and bring down the roof let`s not break balls , let`s merely break even an` hit the afterparty steaming for a damn fine evening unless your bars sell T-shirts or you sell bars beer you should pick a new career coz there`s no money here you got to do it for the love of it above all else the covenant constantly creating all the badshit you will suffer it delusions of grandeur you`ve endured were falsified raised by a media that sold you lies keep your gangsta rap track with your yankee accent make something from the heart you`re not 50 Cent never have been, never will be have a think though yo, what could you be? the bars are morphing into starbucks record label cutbacks people can`t afford nights out- did you know that...? music`s over-saturated- Everyone`s a star now took the shallow pop star to lose their looks , and figure, that out if you can`t afford to buy this feel free to steal the track coz everytime you play it then you pay me right back
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we need the characters to act roles way beyond future a relic from the past presenting you a useful fact or Two, you need truth when your youthful when you don't have a clue and you don't yet know whose cool for a penny to be struck a scene must be set and you need the character to hit the back of the net hit the nail on the head, a word to the wise the boy who cried wolf's tears streamed butterflies that are winged with a caution signposted not forgotten and if you live in Scotland light a campfire every autumn as the years pass the cast expands en-masse the plot gets thicker and there`s spin off plans every moment has the prominence to influence an audience unfortunately a lot of they wrong yins are all onto this to depict examples and dispense whats advisory your gonna need the character or don't even try it mate Not talking idle gossip chitter chatter more like enchanted banter that actually matters we need the characters, the rebels and the chancers the misfits and the outcasts and the ones who give us answers need a vernacular of angles and fresh perspectives need a thread to string the sentence to direct you to the entrance need mythical attachments and a wide range of accents a wide range of accents? a wide range of accents broaden the language or expression is doomed we're doomed to repeat we're doomed to consume we need to broom the room and obliterate the gloom with a boom vroom zoom chew a shroom and presume a risk taker is a shape shifter weaving through folklore Ten million miles per gigabyte and no that it is not aw speed is inconsequential on an infinite chessboard get fucked or get bored, get fresh or get auld I know what it`s like to suffer I've been troubled, been in bother on the bright side , the dark nights, helped me see in colour stramashes , ramshackles , fisticuffs and a kerfuffle rammies always imminent someones on the hustle some sick psycho fuckers suckled so much blood they buckle millionaires don`t get huckled, muddy waters till it`s muddled no airtime for honesty, dissenting voice gets muffled atypical lacklustre their drowning in the puddle of the algorithmic bubble freshly bench pressed from the gutter blissfully unaware of the mumble and the mutter which fluctuates and stutters and distorts all truth thats uttered it`s all bark and bluster till you uppercut your knuckle then a cluster of chuckles double dumbs down your struggles and musters up an outrage that baffles and puggles ruffles your feathers and coupled with the muscle leaves your vision impaired like one sock in a puzzle those supple semantics are subtle like a shovel it`s a tug of war tussle cut with trustful rebuttals guzzling oxygen like nay-sayers space shuttles rockets stubborn like my stubble after afterparty huddles cuddle away the rattle when i don't feel fuckable trying to tackle a fritter-roll when I don't look muggable some cunts need muzzled let us rustle up a raffle i seen a pretty vegan who summoned up falafel it`s fried eggs and waffles hear the crackle of a frying pan remember love is stronger than the battering ram I've wiped slates clean and dondered in the yonder knocked pans clean off often in jobs I wiznay fond ay resurrect a yarn breathe feel the calm money is a scam success is a sham to predict is to gamble to smile is to live i have nothing in my savings I have too much to give we need memories retained, frozen in time and any conversation can bring it back to life karma's really not a theory, it is merely common sense it`s a slow motion boomerang that knocks you off a fence comeuppance gets postponed when you have the pounds and pence but when your sleep with one eye open bed time can get tense we need mist wafters and dream weavers bright sparks, shiny people and a pair of banging speakers fuck the vultures and leachers we need leaders who hear us we need feelers and healers and non target driven teachers we're just self destructive fungus if you look at the globe from the telescope gold diggers get told there's a distinct lack of purpose discussed with under covers knowledge is courage but disinformation smothers red onions are purple but reality gets muffled more Art than Garfunkel lets play the decks and shuffle
13.
we shine our torch at the moon mask removed round here we welcome the era of a new weather the way Ocean Colour Scene welcome a blether way Weller I'm a shell of my former self a storm dweller mumbling in the rain like um... brella well rumbled by the same, lame miss fortune teller who cost a fortune and then claimed only spirits could help her embezzled bedazzled frazzled and dishevelled made medallions outta molehills that bike could pedal but when you meddle with my metal you will never settle coz my ghost will fill your conscious and I wants the medal back curse that fellow jack magic yellow turns black turn sunny oil painting into dark artefact but bitterness in death can spawn a birthday mess and literally you become the wicked wetch you detest at a push at a guess weakness is a test severed hearts 7 daze play your card, be my guest we shine our torch at the moon but want no trouble wondering if we share an algorithmic bubble no purpose so worthless on the surface with the others I wonder who recovers there`s not enough buffers bludgeoned to a pulp by murderous thundercunts ridiculous sycophants blubbering money shots I never felt I fit in I was flirting on the margins bumbling in abundance abandoned in the jargon moonlight flitting in and out not listening just drifting deleted my space coz the planet was shifting ruffled feathers run ragged on egg shells and tinder hooks scrabbling for scraps over trap doors and dirty looks shoulda looked at books but got seduced (ram shackles in rum shacks) where card games turn to darts in the click of a gun pact traded place with a face and removed the mask played a spade then an ace then we fade to black
14.
the authorita the gravitas to autograph passports at the bar bored with buzzwords barking in bar codes I saw her aurora explode above her speech bubble saying live for today tomorrow your in deep trouble a flag of convenience a ship on the rocks attack on the horizon a tick on the clocks a smear on a headline a blur on the thoughts a poem on a pillow with a twist on the plots lace the have nots with talk till their tied up in knots tangle neanderthal thoughts till their eye witness caught a carrier pigeon gets violently shot messengers always doo have done since the day dot a solitary hand lurks from the sulk of the gutter reaching for moonshine and a drink from the udder utterly redundant constantly resigned to make beelines for sidelines the guidelines of mankind are mad behind the times buzzing honey at the find the rewind button works just fine if you recline and relax and relay learn to read the sign or get ready to blow up when I land mine If Bill Hicks were alive he would hate Bill Hicks fans if he hadn`t have died they wouldn`t know he was born dead celebrities eternally selling youse Pepsi`s 2 Pac hologram has the Number One song let`s take a look at these headlines it seems we re all fucked apart from the lucky ones who were plucked at birth the system only works if you can blag your worth sleight of hand cuts the cards from above mark my words of course it could be worse but it could infinitely improve inherently apparent ingenuity is due so when they take you aye you you be taken wise heads held high be recognised no idea of the scale of the plan for the prize realise the smogs a smokescreen obscuring starry skies don`t generalize me or over analyse me remember the risk but never lose the spark what`s good for the soul may be bad for the heart it`s a balancing act but there both worlds apart there`s no point in saying that you wish you didn`t start off the richter scale with my medical chart and the damage will increase until the day I depart and if they cart me off to hospital or an institution I'll laugh at the confusion and escape this illusion I respect all opinions but criticise all of them

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We are all encouraged to wear masks and forced to play roles in our everyday life. We need the character to fight through the daily grind and see through all the bullshit. We need the characters to make sense of what is going around us. We can find inspiration in the good ones and warning signals in the bad so it is with immense gratitude , I have been blessed to have been surrounded by so many true characters in the making this album.
Special thanks has to go to Gordy Duncan JR for working with me on the very first/ early/ shite Jackal Trades demos and Soundthief for putting in his insane work rate and bringing the album to completion . Without their encouragement and skills this definitely would not be possible.
We are all encouraged to wear masks and forced to play roles in our everyday life. We need the character to fight through the daily grind and see through all the bullshit. We need the characters to make sense of what is going around us. We can find inspiration in the good ones and warning signals in the bad so it is with immense gratitude , I have been blessed to have been surrounded by so many true characters in the making this album.
Shout outs also to Dr. Jaslan and Windebank for having the faith in me to turn this into a live show. I would also like to thank anyone who has supported this project , came to a gig or shared any of this online.

I would finally also like to thank these characters and if I've missed you it's because I've ran out of space and/or memory.
Thank you Jo D'arc, Barry Neeson , Mark McClymont, Ciaran Mac, Tickle, Andy Martin, Calum Cummins, Tom S Ray Mastering, Ella Maby, Scatabrainz, Robbie Gunn, Sonny Fascia, Mackenzie, Mistah Bohze, David Montgomery, Tosh O' Hara, Colin Boyd, 1000 Fans, Josh, Loki, Gasp, Dave Hook . MOG and all the Hip Hop heads, musicians and real fans of proper art who have inspired me so much over the years. Thanks Mum, Dad, Graham, John, Kelly and all my friends and family . You need the characters and these are just some off the good ones that are out there.

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released November 5, 2016

All lyrics written by Mark McG
Self- Released by Traffic Cone Records
Featuring Production by Yoko Pwno, Soundthief, DJ Sonny, Gordy Duncan JR, Scatabrainz, Mackenzie, Andy Martin, Mistah Bohze, Sun Dogs, David Montgomery
Mastered by Tom S Ray Mastering at www.tomsrayaudiomastering.com

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