Friday, 22 July 2016

"Attack Winter" A song for #Brexit

I wrote this furious song 4 years ago - forever ago, basically. Before I'd even released my light and bright album "Airfix Democracies" (October 2012), I'd written this bastard of a song, and I knew it was a bastard.

But 4 weeks after Brexit, it has a whole new meaning. (full lyrics below)



It was intended as a snarling, anthemic, guttersnipe opening track to my album "To The Greater Glory Of". And it still will be, whenever I get round to recording that album.

It's inspired not just by the Manic Street Preachers' album "The Holy Bible", but specifically the upbeat and melodic parts of that album: the chorus of "Die In The Summertime", the outro solo of "Archives Of Pain", the whole tracks of "Faster" and "P.C.P.".

And yet here we are, in a Britain drowning - more than ever before - in fear, hate crime, inequality and bastardry.

This scrappy anthem of incoherent rage seems like it was born to express what I've felt the past 4 weeks as our country has "taken back control".

Rage at the 52/48 "victory" being seen by anyone, ANYONE, as a "clear" result and message.
Rage at the "go home" racism and xenophobia which has refused to simply hide in plain sight and now roars in plain sight.
Rage at the political establishment and the media which incite fear and hatred of poor white people for their personal gain without any fear of consequence.

Above all, the strongest connection is the original message of the song - if there was one - "attack winter".

The original idea was that "winter" is the inertia, the depression, the failure, that creeps in from all sides - the black dogs waiting for us, creeping and prowling. In different ways, on different levels, we must all fight our own winter. "Only you can attack win-ta-ta-ta-ta-teeerrrrrr"

But here and now, with the flagrant "go-home" racism, suspicion and paranoia we are coming to expect, "winter" is the shambles and the chaos of a new Britain where austerity is justified in the bright lights to the people it crushes. "Winter" is the onslaught against human rights, and the legislation they rely on, and the burying of inclusive positive values we find it so easy to say and even easier to forget.

Winter has arrived, and only you can attack win-ta-ta-ta-taaaaaggggghhhhhhhhh

ATTACK WINTER

They call me Frankenstein, a monster dignified
But I'm no law for all, not even my own kind
Progress is crucified, a nation petrified
This country's motto carved in formaldehyde

BLOOD - STEAL - TAKE - DIE
THIS KINGDOM IS YOURS

Attack winter! Attack winter
Furious outbreak of the night, and watch my people fight
Attack winter! Attack winter
Moral failure of the right, and the left is out of sight

We never needed virgins anyway
With helicopters full of doctors for the rich who'll stitch you up and keep you pure
And all the time, the cold was closing in
And only you can attack win-ta-ta-ta-taaaaaaaaaa

They call it Lebensraum, another empty town
Horizon full of cranes and meaningless construction
Slaves with their plastic crowns, cowards on their way out
The only interesting part is the corruption

BLOOD - STEAL - TAKE - DIE
THIS KINGDOM IS YOURS

Attack winter! Attack winter
Furious outbreak of the night, and watch my people fight
Attack winter! Attack winter
Moral failure of the right, and the left is out of sight

We'll vote for whores and butchers any day
Keep the rank and file infighting, with fake scars of fake lashes on your back
And all the time, the cold was closing in
And only you can attack win-ta-ta-ta-taaaaaaaaaa

H - A - T - E
Turn up the hate, yeah
H - A - T - E
Turn up the hate, yeah
H - A - T - E
Turn up the hate, yeah
H - A - T - E
Turn up the hate, yeah

BLOOD - STEAL - TAKE - DIE - FIGHT - WARS
THIS KINGDOM WAS NEVER YOURS

Attack winter! Attack winter
Furious outbreak of the night, and watch my people fight
Attack winter! Attack winter
Moral failure of the right, and the left is out of sight

Who gives a fuck about your yesterdays?/Deluded posers lost in yesterdays
Pathetic fake plastic nostalgic bullshit vintage vinyl retro cassette cunts
And all the time, that frost was bitching in
And only you, only you, ATTACK ATTACK ATTACK