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Poly Styrene

(Marion Elliot)Špičková a originální punková zpěvačka ve špičkové a originální punkové kapele The X-Ray Spex. Pocházela z Brixtonu, nosila rovnátka (tenkrát asi ještě nebyl piercing) a psala všechny texty i hudbu pro svou kapelu. Opravdu vynikající zpěvačka se po rozpadu kapely v roce 1979 přidala k sektě Hare Krishna. Ještě předtím (1978) ale s kapelou vydala album Germ Free Adolescents, na kterém je slavná píseň Oh Bondage Up Yours!, která byla v konzervativní Británii zakázána. Text je na první pohled tak trochu o sado maso praktikách, ale to je spíš metafora, která má poukázat na roli žen ve společnosti. Poly se vůbec ve svých textech vyjadřovala k různým "ženským" otázkám včetně třeba mýtů krásy. V roce 1995 se kapela dala znovu dohromady a vydala album Conscious Consumer.

Oh bondage up yours

Bind me tie me
Chain me to the wall
I wanna be a slave
To you all

Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more

Chain-store chain-smoke
I consume you all
Chain-gang chain-mail
I don't think at all

Trash me crash me
Beat me til I fall
I wanna be a victim
To you all

Age

Darling am I
Getting old
Tell me dear
I must be told

Y'know it's a
Million dollar fear
If lines
Creep in over here

Age she's so afraid
Age she's not the rage

She never seems to realise
Celluloid beauty
Never dies

Art i ficial

I know I'm artificial
But don't put the blame on me
I was reared with appliances
In a consumer society

When I put on my make-up
The pretty little mask not me
That's the way a girl should be
In a consumer society

My existence is illusive
The kind that is supported
By mechanical resources
By existence is illusive
The kind that is supported
By mechanical resources

I wanna be instamatic
I wanna be a frozen pea
I wanna be dehydrated
In a consumer society

In a consumer society
In a consumer society

Cigarettes

Packet of cigarettes on the counter
Carrying a government health warning
Still they want the money, still they want the tax
Still they want the money, still they want the tax

Why not take paper currency and light it up?
A lower tar content and a quicker puff
Then you could keep the money, you could keep the tax
You could keep the money, you could keep the tax

Fields wasted growing tobacco
Could be used to feed the third world countries
This is the Age of Hypocrisy
Everybody's saying "Vote for me! Vote for me!"
Blind leaders leading the blind
The cheaters and the cheated will you always find
Still they want the money, still they want the tax
Still they want the money, still they want the tax
The tax, the tax, the tax,

Still they want the money, still they want the tax
Still they want the money, still they want the tax
But the biggest serial killer is a heart attack
The biggest serial killer is a heart attack

Still they want the money, still they want the tax
Still they want the money, still they want the tax
Still they want the money, still they want the tax
But the biggest serial killer is a heart attack
Still they want the money, still they want the tax
But the biggest serial killer .....
The biggest serial killer .....
The biggest serial killer .....
The biggest serial killer .....
The biggest serial killer is a heart attack

Crystal clear

How do you feel now? I want to know
Clear as crystal, I can see your face
In my glass of water, I can see your face
How do you feel know? I want to know
Does your love burn like a summer's day
Or is it still on hold in an ice cube tray?

Clear as crystal
How do you feel now? I want to know

Clear as crystal, I can see your face
In my glass of water? I can see your face
Winter has passed now, did you ever know?
Is your love forming like the springtime
Or is it still a snowdrop in the snow so fine?
Clear as crystal

Clear as crystal, I can see your face
In a glass of water, you can see your face
How do you feel know, I want to know
Now I can see you so crystal clear

Crystal Clar

Dog in sweden

Iggy says "I wanna be your dog."
But I want you to be a demigod

Look at my bow wow sitting there
Sniffing scratching without a care
Once upon a lifetime peroxide hair
What a heavy load to bear
What a heavy load to bear

Alcohol, drugs and rock n' roll
Come on doggy doggy let's go for a stroll
Before and after human growl so foul
And now animal and left to howl

A dog in Sweden, a man's best friend
Remember all those trends you set
And now you are a housewive's pet
Sit down bad boy, don't bow wow wow
Drink this milk from the sacred cow

Look at my bow wow sitting there
Sniffing scratching without a care
Once upon a lifetime peroxide hair
What a heavy load to bear
What a heavy load to bear

What no meat?
My bloodthirsty little bow wow
Hypnotised
Another family tree
Remember?
20th Century VIP
You may have been a king
You may have been a queen
You may have been Nehru
I'm sure there were a few smutty little scenes
Smutty little scenes

Hey doggy doggy, hey doggy doggy
Hey doggy doggy, hey hey hey
What a heavy load to bear
What a heavy load to bear !!

Genetic engineering

Genetic engineering
Could create the perfect race
Could create an unknown life-force
That could us exterminate

Introducing worker clone
As our subordinated slave
His expertise proficiency
Will surely dig our grave

It's so very tempting
Will biologists resist
When he becomes the creator
Will he let us exist

Bionic man is jumping
Through the television set
He's about to materialise
And guess who's coming next

Germfree adolescents

I know you're antiseptic
Your deodorant smells nice
I'd like to know you
But you're deep frozen like ice

He's a germ free adolescent
Cleanliness is her obsession
Cleans her teeth ten times a day
Scrub away scrub away scrub away
The s.r. way ...

You may get to touch her
If your gloves are sterilised
Rinse your mouth with listerine
Blow desinfectant in her eyes

Her phobia is infection
She needs one to survive
It's her built-in protection
Without fear she'd give up and die

Good time girl

I don't wanna be? I don't wanna be
A good time girl A good time girl

String you along like I string my pearls
A typical good time girl
A good time girl
A good time girl
A typical good time girl
I don't need no diamonds now
They'd seem like broken glass
I'd never wear a fur
Would seem like stepping into anothers skin
A typical good time girl like me

A good time girl
A good time girl
A typical good time girl (repeat)

A typical good time girl (repeat)

HI CHAPERONE !

You know, you know, you know you know you know
I can't go out alone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone

What you think is all wrong
'Cos you shouldn't treat a girl like a game of ping-pong
But I can't go out alone without a chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone

You may say sweet dreams tonight
Blow me a kiss, well I guess that's alright, that's alright
I can't go out alone without a chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
You may say the streets are safe
In these modern days, but I'm not OK
I can't go out alone without a chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
I can't go out alone without a chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
Hi chaperone!

Hi chaperone! Hi chaperone! (repeat

Highly inflammable

Highly inflammable
Waiting to explode
Neurotic tensions
Risen overflowed

You thought I was a woman
I thought you were a man
But I was Tinkerbell
And you were Peter Pan

Influenced by the fashion pages
Influenced by other's phrases
It ain't hip if you are retro
You're a pseudo quasi intellectual

Supreme equality
We used to compete
The right to decide
Is denied to the sheep

You thought I was a woman
I thought you were a man
But I was Tinkerbell
And you were Peter Pan

I am a cliche

I am a cliche I am a cliche
I am a cliche I am a cliche
I am a cliche you've seen before
I am a cliche that lives next door
I am a cliche you know what i mean
I am a cliche pink is obscene

Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Boredom boredom boring boredom
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Boredom boredom boring boredom

I am a poseur

I am a poseur and I don't care
I like to make people stare
I am a poseur and I don't care
I like to make people stare

Exhibition is the name
Voyeurism is the game
Stereoscopic is the show
Viewing time makes it grow

My facade is just a fake
Shock horror no escape
Sensationalism for the feed
Characatures are what you breed

Anti-art was the start
Establishments like a laugh
Yes we're very entertaining
Overtones can be betraying

I can't do anything

I cant write
And I cant sing
I cant do anything
I cant read
And I cant spell
I cant even get to hell
I cant luv
And I cant hate
I cant even hesitate
I cant dance
And I cant walk
I cant even try to talk

Freddy tried to strangle me
With my plastic popper beads
But I hit him back
With my pet rat
Yeah I hit him back
With my pet rat

I cant spit
And I cant kick
I cant even be thick
I cant read
And I cant spell
I cant even get to hell
I cant luv
And I cant hate
I cant even hesitate
I cant dance
And I cant walk
I cant even try to talk

Identity

Is the crisis
Can't you see
Identity identity

When you look in the mirror
Do you see yourself
Do you see yourself
On the t.v. screen
Do you see yourself
In the magazine
When you see yourself
Does it make you scream

When you look in the mirror
Do you smash it quick
Do you take the glass
And slash your wrists
Did you do it for fame
Did you do it in a fit
Did you do it before
You read about it

I live off you

I live off you
And you live off me
And the whole world
Lives off of everybody

See we gotta be exploited
See we gotta be exploited
By somebody by somebody
By somebody

The cat eats the rat
While the pimp beats the whore
As she just screams out
For more and more

See we gotta be exploited
See we gotta be exploited
By somebody by somebody
By somebody

India

India, India, India
India, India, clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India

I'm a pauper bereft of spiritual vision
Looking for a guru such a decision
India, India, India
Clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India

I'm a conscious consumer
but there's nothing to consume
Lotus flowers are still in bloom in
India, India, India
India, India, clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India

India, India
India, India

Junk food junkie

Johnny's got an addiction
He's strung out without conviction
He was raised with a microwave
Sticky trashy fast food slave

He's a junk food junky
He could be a lot more spunky hunky
But he's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah, you know it's bad

Mother doesn't really know
Shopping in a glossy show
Then again her budget's low
Her health so bad it makes her slow
She's a junk food junky
She's stressed and very jumpy
She's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah, we know its bad
Blame it on the food yeah, we know it's bad
Jenny's in a fix
With her arithmetics
Poor concentration
Boys in the classroom cause agitation

She's a junk food junky
She could be a lot more fun

But she's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah
Blame it on the food yeah
Blame it on the food yeah
You know it's bad
You know it's bad
B a d ! !

Let's submerge

It's dark and eerie
And it's really late
Come on kids don't hesitate
We're going down to the underground
We're going down we're going down
To the underground

The hades ladies are dressed to kill
Dagger glares from richard hell
Tension heightening heating frightening
Thunder rolls as fast as lightening

If you've got the urge
Come on let's submerge

The subterrene is a bottomless pit
The vinyl vultures are after it
Moulten lava sulphur vapours
Smoulder on to obligerate us

If you've got the urge
Come on let's submerge

Melancholy

My mother the cow who still feeds me now is being tortured
Her son the bull who the fields should plough is being slaughtered
The human child in the womb who is never born for being unwanted
Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Kali Kali

My mother, the earth, man treats like dirt, her resources being exhausted
Ant-like astronauts, of the human race, scratch and scar the moon's beautiful face
My brother, the sun, he still shines on
He'll continue to shine for some time to come
Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Kali Kali

Lamentation Lamentation Lamentation (repeat)

Heavenly Father still waters the grains
Seems like tears fall as it rains
Little boy blue come blow on your horn
The sheeps in the meadow the cows in the corn
Oh sweet friend of mine from an ancient nursery rhyme
From a distant land once upon a time

Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Kali Kali

Party

Did you enjoy the party you went to the other night?
No not really not really, no not really at all
I was bored stiff all night.
Did you find anyone you could talk to?
Anyone with a lot to say?
No not really no one, no not one not really
Just a boy who had a fixation on his body all the time.
He wanted to know if I..... he called 'making love'
I said "My dear pubescent adolescent socks
I gave up being shocking when you were getting spots
Pour me a lime and soda and I'll not tell a lie
But I've always been searching for something more sublime."

Did you enjoy did you enjoy at all? (repeat)

Then I met a Prima, Prima Donna Queen
Who wanted to have a sex change cos he thought it would be a scream
Decadence personified daddy's blood runs wild
Half the world is starving mother says, you're a spoilt hung-up child.
Then I met a guy who wanted to die
With a smack crack deathwish his T-shirt said 'Destroy'
I know I'm not this body and I'm just a fallen soul
But you have to serve some time before you get out on parole

Did you enjoy did you enjoy did you enjoy at all? (repeat)
The party's over the party's over
The party's over !!

Peace meal

Not much difference 'tween a cow and you
Flesh, blood, bones
She cries like you do
Cries like you do

Yours is the hippest hypocritical point of view
Wake up and realise the things that you do
You're busy whipping Hitler cos he gassed so many Jews
You're as guilty of murder - look at what you chew
Everybody's worried 'bout a Third World War
Nuclear annihilation, need I say more?
While you're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting
Wake up!
Flesh, blood, bones
Peace on earth and goodwill to all men
The lower species we will condemn
While we're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting

She cries like you do
Cries like you do
She cries like you do
She cries like you do oo oo oo !!

Plastic bag

1977 and we are going mad
It's 1977 and we've seen to many ads
1977 and we're gonna show them all
That apathy's a drag

My mind is like a plastic bag
That corresponds to all those ads
It sucks up all the rubbish
That is fed in through by ear
I eat kleenex for breakfast
And use soft hygienic weetabix
To dry my tears

My mind is like a switchboard
With crossed and tangled lines
Contented with confusion
That is plugged into my head
I dont't know what's going on
It's the operators job, not mine
I said

My dreams I daren't remember
Or tell you what I've seen
I dreamt that I was hitler
The ruler of the see
The ruler of the universe
The ruler of the supermarkets
And even fatalistic me

Prayer for peace

We got something don't you know it's true?
We got something don't feel it too?
We got something, we got something to do
Not a mushy line that I'm pushing on you
Just another blue-note sung slightly out of tune
We got something, we got something to do

Prayer for peace, prayer for peace
Prayer for peace.

It may appear that we've been sleeping through our years
And we've been living in an imaginary world
But we know what
We know what we got
And if the choice was your of love eternally
Or destruction of the world by some atomic energy
The you'd know what
You know what we got

Prayer for peace, prayer for peace
Prayer for peace. (repeat)
We got got got, we got got got, we got we got something
We got we got got got, we got got got, we got we got something
Prayer for peace, prayer for peace
Prayer for peace. (repeat)

Sophia

Sophia look like a witch
A beautiful witch is she
Sophia look like a witch
Hidden form in the name of chastity

Sophia wears a crucifix
Christ hung round her neck
Sophia wears a crucifix
Crucifix effect

Sophia lies between black sheets
Between black sheets she rests
Sophia rises while the cock-a-doodle-doos' a calling
And in black robes she's dressed

Sophia look like a witch Sophia look like a witch (repeat)

Sophia rises while the cockerel's mourning
As the sun sets in the West
Sophia is a mother with a child at her breast

Sophia look like a witch Sophia look like a witch (repeat)

The day the world turned dayglo


I clambered over mounds and mounds
Of polystyrene foam
Then fell into a swimming pool
Filled with fairy snow

And watched the world turn
Day-glo you know you know
The world turned day-glo you know

I wrenched the nylon curtains back
As far as they would go
Then peered through perspex window panes
At the acrylic road

I drove my polypropolene car
On wheels of sponge
Then pulled into a wimpy bar
To have a rubber bun

The x-rays were penetrating
Through the latex breeze
Synthetic fibre see-thru leaves
Fell from the rayon trees

Warrior in woolworths


Warrior in woolworths
Humble he may seem
Behind his serville innocence
He plots and he schemes

He's the rebel on the underground
She's the rebel of the modern town
He's the rebel on the underground
She's the rebel of the modern town

Warrior in woolworths
His roots are in today
Doesn't know no history
He threw the past away

Warrior in woolworths
Dips on friday nights
Youths meet at stockwell tube
Weapons rule their lives


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