Two-Tone Hat and the Happy Slap
This song emerged from a poem about Happy Slapping – that disgusting ‘trend’ of videoing people being beaten up by gangs – to be more about the esates that breed these anti-social clowns. Two-tone being the ska music of the day…
Two-Tone Hat and the Happy Slap
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Nature or nurture?
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His youth seems so endless
feels like infinity
in boxers and socks
he’s drowning in his X-Box
plays a holy-roller
in a Trinity.
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Boyfriends drool
as girlfriends mewl
inside phone booths
that spark-lit flicker
in the bilge-rat dark.
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Shipwrecked fools
and drunken youths
that hooded, snicker
in the needled park.
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He feels so pointless
no moral compass
his mum’s on his back
and his dad had a heart attack
a recycled brat
in a gardenless flat
in his two-toned hat.
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There’s more to life
than these four walls
and high-rise thrills
and silent calls.
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The high-rise
and the underpass:
the hunting ground
of the underclass
where neon strip-lights
spark and buzz
like swarms of angry bees.
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You can screw your hippy-crap
who wants to hear a one-hand clap?
your freaking trees can fall unheard
unheeded by this urban herd.
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Pit-bitches raise a hue and cry
they see him through pinhole eyes
he’s leaving their honey trap
no more cider and happy-slap.
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His world seems so limiting
feels like insanity
with bulldogs and bones
sees ABH with traffic-cones
a baby in a stroller
shouting out profanities.
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His friends skipped school
and play the fool
besides young girls
their hormones quicken
in their crow-black cars.
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See fleeting shapes
and silent rapes
the plot-lines thicken
in the back-street bars.
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He knows they’re heartless:
a pack mentality
his sister’s on her back
while his dad has a spaz attack
a recycled brat
can be better than that
in his two-toned hat.
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There’s more to life
than these four walls
and high-rise thrills
and silent calls.
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The high-rise
and their spiral stairs
through broken doors
and the open air
Where neon stage-lights
spark and buzz
like swarms of fire-flies.
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You can screw your hippy-crap
who wants to hear a one-hand clap?
music fills his heart and head
he leaves behind his unmade bed.
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Pit-bitches try to say goodbye
they see him through a stranger’s eye
they gaze up at his old flat
drifting down is his two-tone hat…
(Genetics)
(There’s so much more)
There’s more to life
than these four walls
and high-rise thrills
and siren calls.
(He’s better than them)
(Genetics)
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Me likey! 🙂
Thanks! Something different lyrically and musically.