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Des de Moor
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X X Smash's Polemical Song
Live at Ware Arts Centre A Bloody Row
My first solo recording project. Click here for more details. No longer available.
Hugh Catlin
acoustic guitar, voice
Des de Moor
voice, acoustic guitar
Antonina Hessing
tambourine

The only song from A Bloody Row that still forms part of my repertoire, a folk-protest pastiche. It was slightly revised in 1993.
And once more stick the label and once more fill the jar
And once more press the button and once more pull the bar
And once more roll the carriage and once more make the tea
And once more say "Good morning" and once more take the fee.

The nurses have their needles and the doctors have their pills,
The landlords have their licenses, the peasants have their ills,
The loonies have their dressing gowns and lie beneath the trees
While the birds sit in the branches and say "Glad it isn't me".

The farmer in the evening slings his shotgun on his back
With a hedgehog on a gibbet and a pheasant in a sack.
He ploughs the public footpaths as he cultivates his land
And he sends his cows to market with a cheque book in his hand.

And once more stick the label and once more fill the jar
And once more press the button and once more pull the bar
And once more roll the carriage and once more make the tea
And once more say "Good morning" and once more take the fee.

I am The Deadly Railwayman, entrusted with a train.
The loonies in their treetops had me certified insane.
One morning on South Eastern I'll be speeding on the curves
And the Tories with their Telegraphs will get what they deserve.

The sons of Cornish architects can ride in submarines,
The sons of Polish émigrés do shortening and seams.
Beware of plagues and pestilence until the weather clears
Cos the boys at University are nuclear engineers.

And once more stick the label and once more fill the jar
And once more press the button and once more pull the bar
And once more roll the carriage and once more make the tea
And once more say "Good morning" and once more take the fee.

In car parks and in betting shops, in cafés and in bars,
Joe Silence reads the racing form, the sex life of the stars.
The tattoo artist's top design's an eagle on the chest--
Now don't break ranks and mind the tanks, it's all been for the best.

The local library's packed with proles that tried to teach themselves:
The Special Branch take snapshots of the socialism shelves.
The ladies in the hats are hooked on Hemingway digests
And they go to country cafés for their cardiac arrests.

The distant drums are sounding through the cities and the shires,
The bangs and roars of foreign shores are fanning Blighty's fires.
The Freaks they feed on mushrooms that flourish in the mud
While the soldiers feed on shin of beef and wash it down with blood.

From Bassenthwaite and New Cross Gate the crusty hordes conclave.
They have no grouse for Ambient House or hippie disco rave
So long as there's a good supply of acid, booze and blow
Like X X Smash was doing once--but that was long ago.

And once more stick the label and once more fill the jar
And once more press the button and once more pull the bar
And once more roll the carriage and once more make the tea
And once more say "Good morning" and once more take the fee.

Written: Hertford October 1982
Revised Deptford, London, June 1993



 Words
Des de Moor


 Music
Des de Moor


© Copyright Des de Moor 1982

From A Bloody Row (see left).

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