IF I MAY INTERJECT………..

I really want to say thank you to everyone who rallied round after the unwelcome visit of GK Hand a couple of days back.

It was by pure chance that I was using my laptop for some of the voluntary work I do for Raith Rovers when the offensive comment was posted, and so I was able keeping an eye on what sort of responses that were coming in to Fraser‘s incredibly well-written and thought-provoking piece on Morrissey.  I was actually trying to pull together some thoughts of my own to add to what was proving to be one of the very best debates and discussions over the almost 17 years of this and the old blog, but found myself totally thrown by what I was now reading.   I was actually shaking with rage and shouting loudly at the screen.  I wasn’t just angry, but I was, I’m willing to admit, a bit scared that such a safe haven had been violated.

The album that happened to be playing in the background at the time was The Overload, as I was refamiliarising myself with it as a result of soon going to see Yard Act at Glasgow Barrowlands.  It’s an album that one sub-editor in The Guardian summarised perfectly as being full of waspish portraits of the country’s worst people.

This one’s for our racist commentator.

The last bastion of hope
This once great nation has left is its humour
So be it, through continued mockery
This crackpot country half full of cunts
Will finally have the last laugh
When dragged underwater
By the weight of the tumour it formed
When it fell for the fearmongering
Of the national front’s new hairdo

So then what becomes of the inhabitants
Of this once unstoppable isle
When all of its exports are no longer in style?
Are you seriously still tryna kid me
That our culture will be just finе
When all that’s left is nob heads morris dancing
To Sham 69?

Gob on thе ragman and rally ’round the maypole
Hijack the sound and stake your claim to it
Every card played is a statement made
And there’s always a new a scapegoat to blame for it

England, my heart bleeds
Why’d you abandon me?
Yes, I abandoned you too, but we both know
I wasn’t the one lied to
And I’m not scared of people who don’t look like me
Unlike you

So bold it is in its idiocy
So bound by its own stupidity
It does not realise it has already sentenced
Itself completely to death

The last bastion of hope
This once great nation had left was good music
But we didn’t nurture it, instead choosing to ignore it
Yes, we’ve been trapped by the same crowd that don’t like it
Unless they’ve heard it before
Leaving me stuck flogging my progressive dead horse south of the border
To the so-so and so’s and through and throughs and this and that’s
I’m buttered breads and proud of it
Who’s values flit whenever it fucking suits them
And we’re supposed to let it slide
Because the press have normalised
The idea that racism is something we should humour

Yeah, the last bastion of hope this once great nation has left is
To converse in a manner that will pacify, divide, and unite the room
But no one’s talking and rational thought has been forced into submission
By the medium through which all our information is now consumed
Yes, fake news
“It’s fake news, mate”

So bold it is in its idiocy
So bound by its own stupidity
It does not realise it has already sentenced
Itself completely to death

So bold it is in its idiocy
So bound by its own stupidity
It does not realise it has already sentenced
Itself completely to death

So bold it is in its idiocy
So bound by its own stupidity
It does not realise it has already sentenced
Itself completely to death

So bold

JC