Ever upwards you can do it,
Kick some ass, Go out and do it,
Control your life, Things to do,
Why is life controlling you?
Did your teacher say you`re Rubbish,
Never be nothing on your own,
Get the hell out there son,
Make the old git groan.
Use your common, You have talent,
lose all those who brought you down,
Make the choice, Be relentless,
Get out there, Swim or drown.
Living hell, So no one loves you,
You can do this on your own,
A million things you want to do,
Do it, Do it, Don`t just moan.
Show them all you`re real gift,
In their minds you`ll see a shift,
lose them all, How good you are,
You are so special, Near and fair,
I had a thought just yesterday,
All this money coming my way,
I`ve so much i`ll share with you,
Buy some cars, A house or Two.
Monday, 25 August 2014
Wednesday, 20 August 2014
THE OUTLAW BY JIM BYRNE
The wife`s mother lives with us,
All she does is winge,
When she stops her ranting,
She`s on a drunken binge.
Vodka is her tipple,
Abusive though in drink,
She hits me hard across the face,
And really chuffin stinks.
SBDs come thick and fast,
I want to get her out,
Iv`e never liked you You ignorant slob,
I`ll give her such a clout.
I tell the wife it`s her or me,
I`ll not see her on the street,
Her corned beef legs and Sixteen chins,
And now her minging feet.
Iv`e not been good enough for her daughter,
The wife says so as well,
I stink and snore and fart a lot,
i wish they`d go to hell.
All she does is winge,
When she stops her ranting,
She`s on a drunken binge.
Vodka is her tipple,
Abusive though in drink,
She hits me hard across the face,
And really chuffin stinks.
SBDs come thick and fast,
I want to get her out,
Iv`e never liked you You ignorant slob,
I`ll give her such a clout.
I tell the wife it`s her or me,
I`ll not see her on the street,
Her corned beef legs and Sixteen chins,
And now her minging feet.
Iv`e not been good enough for her daughter,
The wife says so as well,
I stink and snore and fart a lot,
i wish they`d go to hell.
IM STANDING FOR ELECTION BY JIM BYRNE
About this tory government,
They cut and cut and cut,
We`re all in this together,
A dirty stinking rut.
Free telly for over Seventy Fives,
Most of us are dead by then,
Sack all tories, One by one,
Start with IDS and KEN,
On yer bike we all were told,
Get a job you lazy sods,
I`ve been in that house you know,
They`re all a bunch of snobs.
The council tax is way to high,
My bins not emptied much,
Please resign dear David Cameron,
You really have lost touch.
I`m standing for election,
Lets get rid of tories,
Skint, No job, More more cuts,
so many seedy stories.
They cut and cut and cut,
We`re all in this together,
A dirty stinking rut.
Free telly for over Seventy Fives,
Most of us are dead by then,
Sack all tories, One by one,
Start with IDS and KEN,
On yer bike we all were told,
Get a job you lazy sods,
I`ve been in that house you know,
They`re all a bunch of snobs.
The council tax is way to high,
My bins not emptied much,
Please resign dear David Cameron,
You really have lost touch.
I`m standing for election,
Lets get rid of tories,
Skint, No job, More more cuts,
so many seedy stories.
Wednesday, 16 July 2014
A PLACE IN HELL BY JIM BYRNE
There is hope when children suffer,
So much given to all mankind,
In our plenty er consider,
Put their starving days behind.
Do we see the children`s plight,
would we be a sacrifice,
Show them love, Lest they might,
Greater food than bowls of rice.
Consider kids who live in fear,
Of those they ought to trust,
Loved ones they should never fear,
Abusing them, They think a must.
You callous cowards , Move away,
From hearts you ripped apart,
One day children have their say,
Release their sorrow from their hearts,
All abusers will account,
Of why they tore apart,
All these dear children, They will mount,
New time, A brand new start.
Helpless all to struggle free,
A place of peace and love,
Look behind you there will be,
Great justice from above.
God loves children no mistake,
From him you never hide,
Do tell of thrills you take,
Abusing others, Have a pride.
A place in hell is made for you,
Just rot and burn in hell,
You`ll give account of wrong you do,
Might be soon , Who can tell.
Fall to your knees , Beg to forgive,
Cleanse your soul of darkness,
Please just go, Let others live,
Your hell at least makes their pain less.
So much given to all mankind,
In our plenty er consider,
Put their starving days behind.
Do we see the children`s plight,
would we be a sacrifice,
Show them love, Lest they might,
Greater food than bowls of rice.
Consider kids who live in fear,
Of those they ought to trust,
Loved ones they should never fear,
Abusing them, They think a must.
You callous cowards , Move away,
From hearts you ripped apart,
One day children have their say,
Release their sorrow from their hearts,
All abusers will account,
Of why they tore apart,
All these dear children, They will mount,
New time, A brand new start.
Helpless all to struggle free,
A place of peace and love,
Look behind you there will be,
Great justice from above.
God loves children no mistake,
From him you never hide,
Do tell of thrills you take,
Abusing others, Have a pride.
A place in hell is made for you,
Just rot and burn in hell,
You`ll give account of wrong you do,
Might be soon , Who can tell.
Fall to your knees , Beg to forgive,
Cleanse your soul of darkness,
Please just go, Let others live,
Your hell at least makes their pain less.
Saturday, 28 June 2014
THE DEAD ARE NOT DEAD BY JIM BYRNE
The dead walk with you,
The dead don`t die,
The dead may well ask you,
Why do you cry ?
The dead know your name,
Remember your love,
They many times came,
With love from above.
Why think they`re dead,
Don`t see them no more,
The dead are not dead,
They`re still here, For sure.
Memories of all the things you all did,
They`re really not dead, Try to smile,
Remember their love when you were a kid,
Heavens the place by a mile.
The dead are still living,
They did not leave,
They love you so much,
Don`t want you to grieve.
The dead meet again,
Upon a well lit shore,
All your cares lost,
Love like before.
The dead are not dead,
They want you to know,
They`re still walking with you,
They just didn't go.
The dead don`t die,
The dead may well ask you,
Why do you cry ?
The dead know your name,
Remember your love,
They many times came,
With love from above.
Why think they`re dead,
Don`t see them no more,
The dead are not dead,
They`re still here, For sure.
Memories of all the things you all did,
They`re really not dead, Try to smile,
Remember their love when you were a kid,
Heavens the place by a mile.
The dead are still living,
They did not leave,
They love you so much,
Don`t want you to grieve.
The dead meet again,
Upon a well lit shore,
All your cares lost,
Love like before.
The dead are not dead,
They want you to know,
They`re still walking with you,
They just didn't go.
Friday, 11 April 2014
A HEAVENLY CALL BY JIM BYRNE
Dreams of beauty in golden skies,
Where all could see with clearest eyes,
The breeze of joy, A fountain of light,
Her heavenly face, It shone so bright.
Bearing red roses in each pretty hand,
Sending such love from her golden land,
Her shining face, Wondrous things told,
Wait my love, I will come to hold.
Recalling days of loving and joy,
In purest light you appear,
This God made light , You shone upon me,
Your love a celestial sphere.
No spoken words, Nought passed your lips,
Emotions so high ,Such a gift,
What gift is this? offering hope,
Thank you ,Brings me to cope.
Your loss immense, Though dead inside,
When your light shone, Death could not hide,
Your beautiful face at peace,
Brought me love, sorrow ceased.
The time has yet kept us apart,
One day our lives will be.
As one again in heavens white light,
That joy , Yet to be.
That day will come, No fear no more,
God will lead the way,
The chance to enter through his door,
What love on that sweet day.
Where all could see with clearest eyes,
The breeze of joy, A fountain of light,
Her heavenly face, It shone so bright.
Bearing red roses in each pretty hand,
Sending such love from her golden land,
Her shining face, Wondrous things told,
Wait my love, I will come to hold.
Recalling days of loving and joy,
In purest light you appear,
This God made light , You shone upon me,
Your love a celestial sphere.
No spoken words, Nought passed your lips,
Emotions so high ,Such a gift,
What gift is this? offering hope,
Thank you ,Brings me to cope.
Your loss immense, Though dead inside,
When your light shone, Death could not hide,
Your beautiful face at peace,
Brought me love, sorrow ceased.
The time has yet kept us apart,
One day our lives will be.
As one again in heavens white light,
That joy , Yet to be.
That day will come, No fear no more,
God will lead the way,
The chance to enter through his door,
What love on that sweet day.
Sunday, 16 March 2014
THINGY NOLAN BY JIM BYRNE
This lad in class, He put me down,
Thingy Nolan was his name,
His mother taught him he was better,
But really , We`re the same.
Come to our house for your tea today,
You wont have food like ours at yours
Can I come another day,
I think your crashing bore`s
Skitting me, Because my clothes had holes,
I felt my confidence drain,
I wanted to thump him on the nose,
He`s such a bloody pain.
My dad`s a banker, Yours just a trucker,
We have loads of money too,
Listen thingy, You dozy old twonk,
I`ll smack you black and blue.
Never been to a chippy in all his life,
I loved my chips and peas,
You`re missing out, Rumours were rife,
He`d love a bag of these tha sees
You can`t have chips his mother said,
You`ll end up fat like Jimmy,
Eat like that you`ll end up dead,
Far better to be skinny.
So snobby, High and mighty,
Only eats best fish and ham,
Truth is , She is so flighty,
Complete façade and sham.
Mrs Nolan see`s the plumber,
Not to fettle her U bend,
It`s all an act, A real life bummer,
It drives me round the bend.
All fur coat, No knickers,
Poor thingy is deluded,
His snobby mother, Handbags full of snickers,
Posh teas also included.
I went once to thingy`s for my tea,
All bread sticks and dips,
Drop me off on Blackburn road,
I need a bag of chips.
Thingy Nolan was his name,
His mother taught him he was better,
But really , We`re the same.
Come to our house for your tea today,
You wont have food like ours at yours
Can I come another day,
I think your crashing bore`s
Skitting me, Because my clothes had holes,
I felt my confidence drain,
I wanted to thump him on the nose,
He`s such a bloody pain.
My dad`s a banker, Yours just a trucker,
We have loads of money too,
Listen thingy, You dozy old twonk,
I`ll smack you black and blue.
Never been to a chippy in all his life,
I loved my chips and peas,
You`re missing out, Rumours were rife,
He`d love a bag of these tha sees
You can`t have chips his mother said,
You`ll end up fat like Jimmy,
Eat like that you`ll end up dead,
Far better to be skinny.
So snobby, High and mighty,
Only eats best fish and ham,
Truth is , She is so flighty,
Complete façade and sham.
Mrs Nolan see`s the plumber,
Not to fettle her U bend,
It`s all an act, A real life bummer,
It drives me round the bend.
All fur coat, No knickers,
Poor thingy is deluded,
His snobby mother, Handbags full of snickers,
Posh teas also included.
I went once to thingy`s for my tea,
All bread sticks and dips,
Drop me off on Blackburn road,
I need a bag of chips.
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