Showing posts with label Fingerpops. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fingerpops. Show all posts

Friday, 11 September 2009

Hidden Away

He's a fool on display,
Just tryin' to fuck about,
With his mates,
The kind you'd prefer to be behind than in front of,
A lad that's never been afraid of a quivering stear.

TBC

Sunday, 8 March 2009

Fingerpops Unmasked

Sky news have today unmasked the poetic duo 'The fingerpops'. In an attempt to rekindle there shit careers two members of the 80's factual drama 'the A-team' have had to hit the road masked and armed with lyrics. 

In interview regarding the exposed act Mr T simple commented "I'm a bird! I'm a plane! I'm a choo choo train". 



Mr T..........a.k.a Sergeant Bosco "B.A." Baracus


Dirk Benedict..........a.k.a Lieutenant Templeton "Face" Peck

Monday, 16 February 2009

Stoned Face

Insert the bullet,
a girl with her hand riding a bottomless honey pot,
spoilt of riches her reds tremble and suit creeps,
her lust for the sparkle of wealth pulls the trigger,
BANG
no entry for the majority,
flying pigs grease the slick,
BANG
a pear shaped bum on the run,
from a force strict and devoid of compassion,
GONE

Saturday, 14 February 2009

Golden

A knew a girl who's fucking golden,
born straight from the arse of a pearly swan,
she ain't got no brass but she's dirty rich,
driven to suicide,
her car in a ditch.

The Suit is Skin

Better than Ian's pants.......YES. To be worn at the next gig.......YES

A Scotch Broth

The racial cheques cashed by the attacker,
pricking suicide poison bomber,
hissing the urban spitting guerrilla,
balling odds stop to save you,
shouting inside the devils clutches,
pull through the red bloody mist,
them, you, but never I

what government???

Tuesday, 20 January 2009

The Army Egg

I've got yolk on my arm,
no time for an alarm,
just sit down and stay calm,
I've just eaten a sausage and egg barm.............with red sauce.

Monday, 19 January 2009

John Cooper Clarke

(Series 2 Episode 1 - 9/10/77) The late Factory Records founder and TV journalist Tony Wilson interviews the Punk poet John Cooper Clarke on his music show 'So it Goes'.

JCC during this infamous interview actually refers to the formidable Fingerpops some 30 years before they actually formed.............crazy???

The clip also includes performance's of poems "you never see a nipple in the daily express" and "phychedelic sluts".

Check it out.

(Attention all) Frank Sidebottom

Urgent news guys, Frank and Little Frank Sidebottom are actual played by Chris Sievey and not John Cooper Clarke as previously believed. I'm glad i cleared that up.

Post: Question Mark

The stars and strips of a targeted land,
a trampled no substance brand,
fled and at times forgotten,
the people and there thoughts are now rotten,
a subliminal required power,
picked like a green paper flower.

The Box

Sweat poring down the walls,
knuckles dragging scrapping floors,
bounded by authority,
a higher voice speaks,
bleak and without evident direction,
a lucid side-effect of a conformist erection,
caged like animals,
once liberated,
now defined,
subsequently paid and unquestioned my the majority.

Thursday, 15 January 2009

Punk is everything, Punk is dead

A hub of endless possibilities,
unbounded enthused by free liberty's,
or a creation of a reaction,
either way its 30 years post,
and Punk is merely a fluttering ghost.

XXXX

Let's all point and laugh at that man,
a one one armed character,
clenching a XXXX can,
an orthodox,
he pounds the streets aimlessly,
full as a sweed,
a man once consumed by greed,
he is a victim and a consequence of the times.

The Caribbean

Cold turkey lying on the shelf,
all alone and by itself,
with no friends and no head,
it dreams all day of a warm tray bed,
with no tits of its own to freeze,
devoid of life,
longing for the day the oven makes it its wife,
and the stuffing it's fiddling,
playful uncle,

WINK,
WINK.

The Fingerpops



Back on the 18th of December the Fingerpops (me and keyboard guru Bob McGowan) were the warm up act for the band Sunday International. The gig went down a storm, a good laugh with lots of alcoholic beverage's. We hope to do it again.