MI5 : Ready for when the peasants start revolting

[BrilloPad]

http://www.express.co.uk/posts/view/...-on-bank-riots



CUK Summer get together, Mayday bank holiday?

After you lot have finished rioting you can join me in the clientco restaurant for some albatross stuffed with kumquats. Cooked through burning £50 notes provided by the taxpayer...

[crimdon]

Have the RUC moved to Hartlepool?

Was just trying to get everyone in the mood with the 70's rebellion thing

[AlfredJPruffock]

Was just trying to get everyone in the mood with the 70's rebellion thing

Oh - you mean like this ....



the kingdom is ransacked
the jewels all taken back
and the chopper descends
they're hidden in the back

with a message on a half-baked tape
with the spool going round
saying im back here in this place
and i could cry
and there's smoke you could click on

What are we gonna do now?
Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew?
’Cos working for the clampdown

They put up a poster saying we earn more than you!
When we're working for the clampdown
We will teach our twisted speech

To the young believers
We will train our blue-eyed men
To be young believers

The judge said five to ten but I say double that again
I'm not working for the clampdown
No man born with a living soul

Can be working for the clampdown
Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall

How can you refuse it?
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
D'you know that you can use it?

The voices in your head are calling
Stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming
Only a fool would think someone could save you

The men at the factory are old and cunning
You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin'
It's the best years of your life they want to steal

But, you grow up and you calm down and
You're working for the clampdown
You start wearing the blue and brown and

You're working for the clampdown
So you got someone to boss around
It makes you feel big now
You drift until you brutalize
You made your first kill now

In these days of evil presidentes
Working for the clampdown
But lately one or two has fully paid their due

For working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
Working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
Working for the clampdown

Yeah I’m working hard in Harrisburg
Working hard in Petersburg
Working for the clampdown
Working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong
Begging to be melted down
Gitalong, gitalong
Work
Work
And I give away no secrets – ha!
Work

[DaveB]

I prefer thisone , which considering it was written 30 years ago is remarkable for today.

London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared - and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard,you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look to us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

CHORUS
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I, live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go at it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out - and draw another breath
London calling - and I don't wanna shout
But while we were talking I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain't got no high
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear era, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I, I live by the river

Now get this
London calling, yes, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
And after all this, won't you give me a smile?
London Calling

[AlfredJPruffock]

Heres another forom 30 years ago

Boys, now the times are changing
The going could get rough

Boys, would that ever cross your mind?
Boys, are you contemplating moving out somewhere?
Boys, will you ever find the time?

Here we are stranded
Somehow it seems the same
Beware, here comes the quiet life again

Boys, now the country's only miles away from here
Boys, do you recognize the signs?
Boys, when these driving hands push against the tracks
Boys, it's too late to wonder why

Here we are stranded
Somehow it seems the same
Beware, here comes the quiet life again

As you turn to leave
Never looking back
Will you think of me?
If you ever, could it ever stop?

[threaded]

17 days to go...

[Platypus]

17 days to go...

Until ?

[OwlHoot]

Until ?

The ides of march?

[PRC1964]

Until ?

The 27th anniversary of the Argies landing in the Falklands.

[SantaClaus]

After you lot have finished rioting you can join me in the clientco restaurant for some albatross stuffed with kumquats. Cooked through burning £50 notes provided by the taxpayer...

lol, I know the clientco and I believe it!

P.S. we all might need a good meal after the riots, especially after being tazered by the police.