KA BOOM Love hate relationship verse disenfranchised punk carnal lyrics
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Jinxed
Middle class envy
No hard feelings mate
JINXED Words and music by Paul Karp
I’ve been jinxed
Lord and I don’t know why
I’ve been jinxed
I can’t believe the bad luck I’m having
Seems like all the problems we have today
Were caused by something we did yesterday
And I’ve been jinxed
To cry would not relieve me
A crack has appeared in the sunshine I know
And I have this need to be left alone
And I’ve been jinxed
Lord I’ve been jinxed
I’ve been jinxed
MIDDLE CLASS ENVY Words and music by Paul Karp
I saw the girl on television
Advertising perfume with her personality
Then I start wondering about the chick who let me down
She probably wears it
Another ad makes strobes and flashes
Flicker on the walls of this dark and empty room
This time its fast food and I can’t help feeling left behind
Cos I know she serves it
I don’t want no middle class envy
I don’t wanna know about middle class envy
You can keep all your middle class envy to yourself
A little later a religious cartoon
Begins spreading love and faith
I got the message but it really brings me down
Cos she’s the one who needs to understand
I don’t want no middle class envy
I don’t wanna know about middle class envy
You can keep all your middle class envy to yourself
Perfume and fast food – two talismans of consumerist ‘Me’ generation middle class aspiration. The fellow trainee teacher I adored was fooled by the advertising, but the Christian Television Association advertising cartoons never seem to work.
NO HARD FEELINGS MATE Words and music by Paul Karp
I’m just a blob of black vinyl
with a hole in the middle
and a little bit of paper
and I’m here to entertain ya
Ah ya shit me
Oh yeah ya shit me
ya shit me
oh yeah ya really do
Frankenstein movie
sounded real groovy
went over to your place
ya gave me an earache
Ah ya shit me
Oh yeah ya shit me
ya shit me
oh yeah ya really do
Went to a party
the crowd was very arty
made me feel real sick
ya haven’t changed a little bit
ya shit me
Oh yeah ya shit me
ya shimmie
to the rock n’ roll
You undressed my eyes
thinkin’ that you’re real wise
takin’ all ya photographs
and playin’ all ya phonographs
ya shit me
Oh yeah ya shit me
ya shit me
oh yeah ya really do
Rhythmic feel of Elvis Costello’s ‘Pump it up’ snuck into dis missive doggerel
FURTHER TITLES
Before me lies the night
Dirty weekend
Evergreen
Every second woman
Girl of contradictions
I’m a cowboy I aint got no brains
I said I love you baby
Left out in the cold
Loved her anyway
Lucifer lashes out
Mannequin machamo
One worried night
Shattered
The Prowler
The Waitress
Twilight
Waist High Leg Thigh
Where’s that lovely person
Wrong kinda lady
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