Written to relieve stress and wonder what I had got myself into.
A dystopian view on further education. (My view of course so not necessarily correct, but?)
Get over it write a bloody song about it!
Cheers Billy!
Lyrics by The iambic Assassin. Music by Mr David Bound
Written and performed by Tish Cafe (Mark Jefferis and Dave Bound). Recorded by Dave Bound.
Cheers Dave!
The Great Mistake
You will never change bureaucracy,
With all its phoney nobodies,
Ticking all the boxes.
And you will never fill that space,
With your non-conformist ways,
You will never stay or change.
You could never ever patronise,
Or cover up the publics' eyes,
With graded levels you despise
In life you've reached some selfish heights,
But not as much as all of those,
Pointless moral parasites.
And even though, when it suits,
Some bend the rules, No integrity,
And even though, when it suits,
No integrity,
Do they think that we're all fools?
And when they say to you,
That to achieve level one...
You're not such a dunce.
Proceed to level two....
You pay your chips and get your N-V-Q
Then get yourself a level three
An apparent A-level simile
You're in the proletarian academy
You'll get yourself a pseudo, purile degree
For all your faults you'll never be
A box ticker you don't believe
Oh, keep your personality
And though you've nearly qualified
Your soul was bought,
Your brain's just died
But what a waste of time
Observe the oberved being observed,
Perspiring in a negative world,
An equalative and diverse blur...
Jack shit
Internal, external, verified
The principals of worthless lies,
Assess it, and leave them all behind
And even though, when it suits,
Some bend the rules, No integrity,
And even though, well when it suits,
No integrity,
Do they think that we're all fools?
And when they say to you,
That to achieve level one...
You're not such a dunce.
Proceed to level two....
You pay your chips and get your N-V-Q
Then get yourself a level three
An apparent A-level simile
You're in the proletarian academy
You'll get yourself a pseudo, purile degree
You get yourself a pseudo, purile degree
You get yourself a pseudo, purile degree
You get yourself a pseudo, purile degree
When it suits,
Some bend the rules,
No integrity,
And even though,
When it suits,
No integrity,
Do they think that we're all fools?
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Written as an educational piece of work to help students understand the physical properties of metal, the joys of knowledge, education and life skills in the form of a kind of rap song.
Lyrics and rap performed by The iambic Assassin. Music written, performed and recorded by Mr Ken Wheelan.
Cheers Ken!
Mr Malleability
I'm Mr Malleability,
Reliable flexibility
I'm more tenacious than Tenacious D
Mr Tenacity
You can't pull me apart
Or break my heart
Cannot destruct my durability
You can pull me you can stretch me
Put me under tension
Did I forget to mention
My ductility, elasticity
Man if I get out of shape
I will reform
You'll see
I'm pliable, reliable
Quintessentially undeniably
Cool
Check me out bro
Don't stare me out no....fool
Bro blood I can take a thud
I don't know why I should
I'm not Mr plasticity
You all hear me
I'm Mr malleability
Just don't go dissing me
Je suis,
Mr Vocabulary
I don't punch or fight
Cause I'm the wordy type
I use my rhetoric on you....
You pr pr....
Prickly, sickly
Blowing hot and cold
Your fickle'y
Have to show your masculinity
Hey I'm too cool for you
I'm Mr malleability
I'm into peace I'm into love
I'm Mr understanding
I'm no narcissist, I'm a non pugilist
Won't put up with your ranting
So don't give me your body,
Thermal expansion
Cause for concern
Yeah, you could be sanctioned
You might call me absurd
But I could floor you with words
I don't use my fists
Do you get my drift
My rhetoric fusibility
Could turn dry eyes into liquidity
If you mess with me?
So be nice
See,
It's a breeze
It's easy!
So remember me
Don't lose your temper please
Cause Mr Malleability's
Like a verbal heavy metal
Like fragrant roses petals
Nobody needs to bully
Nobody needs to fight
We should be nice to one another
And become more erudite
I'm semantic, romantic
I'm a wordsmith, I'm pedantic
I'm Mr Malleability
I'll work on you you'll see
Use your education
Don't spout expletive constipation
Don't bully or be bitter
That's for brain dead critters
Be cerebrally fitter
Not a hitter
Steve, please in yourself believe
That you will succeed
Dan, you're the man
You know you can
Hey Jack, you got the knack
There's no turning back
Hey Tom,
You can't go wrong
Where is she?
Sam, yeah you know you can
It's the safest plan
Get a sound education
Get a trade
Or good degree
Or fine vocation,
Occupation
Just try
Don't turn to crime
Be flexible like me
Have the ability to be cool as ice
Yeah life will be nice
You all can excel and succeed
Don't be cruel or be a fool
Remember the rules
Read books
A great look
Give advice
Be nice
Be imparable
Be Malleable
Yours sincerely
Mr malleability
Yeah blood,
That's me!
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