Working in
Intelligence not
Required
By Roland Michel
Tremblay
An insignificant
sheep lost amongst the billions
44E The Grove, Isleworth, Middx,
020 8847 5586, 0794 127 1010
rm@crownedanarchist.com www.crownedanarchist.com
Summary
Another Boring Day in Westminster
I’m the Brain behind Westminster
Describing
the Heart of London
I bumped into the Prime Minister
Should I vote Labour or Conservative?
Who will remember you in 20 years?
I’m
worth more than any of you
Love
is an overrated meaningless concept
What sort of government would respect the law?
It will be over faster than making coffee
The Master Bitch of Westminster
The most miserable human being on earth
Dear me, I’m working with Thatcher herself
Darkest Moments, Brightest Successes
Do you think Londoners will leave London now?
More security in London, are you joking?
Brixton,
the Pulse of the Nation
An insignificant sheep lost amongst the billions
My God! I’m a force of nature!
Geniuses are killed before they’re born
My year of hell in Westminster
I have resigned from Westminster
Oh
So much to answer for
I have been seduced
Now I could not picture my life without you
You’re anything
and everything
Symbol of life and hell
For the world to enjoy and suffer
See the end or the beginning of things
I will celebrate you
Forever and ever
Oh
So much to answer for
Wrong book, wrong time, wrong soul
How have I fell in love with you?
It is beyond understanding
It goes against every fibre in my body
And yet, I am here
To open my eyes and fall on my knees
And pray for your protection
Against the evil of this world
I must have been brainwashed
And yet, I am here every day
Hoping that you will be my salvation
Oh
So much to answer for
What are you really?
What do you hide behind so much history?
Who else is to come to make you powerful?
And will you ever die?
From you came unhappiness
From you came death
There’s no denying it
It is recorded everywhere for posterity
Yet, you mean so much to me
I need to be cured from this insane love affair
Working in
9 O’clock rings at the Big Ben again
Are we Monday or Friday?
Today, been debating the new Building Regulations Part
L addendum
About… boilers
All day
All week
All month
Seventy conferences
One hundred and twenty workshops
And I’m not exaggerating
Making the life of everybody a misery
I’m just gonna take a gun and shoot myself
12 O’clock rings at the Big Ben again
Can’t tell what day this is
Today, been debating Dispute Resolution, Arbitration,
Adjudication
The hell of Construction and Engineering Law
Filled with land mines
Which cannot fail to explode in your face
In every single project
Delays, over budget, gold pot for every solicitor and
barrister
Making the life of everybody a living hell
I’m just gonna take a gun and shoot them all
5 O’clock rings at the Big Ben again
I think it’s Saturday
I’m still at work
Today, energy, regeneration, development, environment
Regulations regulating till death
Sustainability! The new buzz word that means nothing
Don’t care about Global Warming, Global Dimming
Don’t give a shit about Asbestos
Making life not worth living
Free me! Free yourself!
Let me get out of
Before I become the new law!
Before I start dictating the new regulations!
Before I rule this world!
Before you take away our last dying breath
I’m just gonna take a gun and shoot you
I’m a
My Dad came from
Diplomatic things
I’ve been living in Oxford Circus all my life
In a flat paid by the British government
Everything within walking distance
Can’t stand working in
Not even a sandwich shop within a mile
Got to go to
No good for me
I’m a Mensa member, you understand
In the 2% superior race
93% Geek Girl
My brain’s about to crack
As I’m so intelligent
I’m the black sheep of the family
Don’t believe in religion
Don’t believe in the Right
Don’t believe in marriage
Don’t believe in anything really
I’m a
Proud of all that meaningless crap
Because it gives my life a meaning
Because otherwise I’m worthless
My hair is so shiny
My boobs are crying to get out all over your face
Am I worth meeting or what?
I run this place, I’ve been here for years
And you better understand me
Or I’ll destroy you
I’m just an Executive
I can’t speak
I can’t think
Yet I’m trying to impress the boss
Got to try to save my job
He’s the big bastard
About to sack everybody
I’m first on his list
I cannot stop thinking about my next pint
The next party
These never ending meetings bore me to death
Oh, I have to fight so hard to stay awake
God knows how I’ve been able to maintain myself in
It must be clear to everyone that I don’t belong here
Must be because my Manager fancies me
No other explanation
Or else, in
The scum of
The ones incapable of accomplishing anything all day
No problems, intelligence is not required in
The bastard won’t succeed
I’ll still be working here when he’s gone
Mummy, I’ll make you proud
One day I’ll be the Manager
Even though I will still not know what it is
that I am supposed to do here
No problems
We’re in
Intelligent people need not apply
Oh dear, I’m stressed to death
Tomorrow is back to
I would do anything not to go
I would wash your feet and clean your teeth
I would tuck you to bed and kiss your children like a
good boy
I would do your dishes and your washing
I would do anything!
But please, please, please
Don’t let me go to
Oh dear, my existential crisis has reached a critical
stage
Tomorrow is back to the Big Ben
I will do anything not to go
I am quite prepared to stop writing and whinging
I will pretend that I have never existed
I will disappear somewhere
You will never hear from me again
I will do anything!
But please, please, please
Don’t let me go to the Big Ben ever again
Oh dear, I’m having a heart attack
Tomorrow is back to
I must do anything not to go
I must get out of this job
I must move any mountains along the way
I must become crazy
That’s my only way out, I’m afraid
No more begging
To not have to go back to
I must do insane things!
So you better watch out
Cos I am reaching the end of my tether
Who are you?
That important, hey?
Sorry Sir, I had not realised
How important you are
The respect you deserve
Such accomplishments
Such a social status
So much money
Is that your car outside?
Were you not on the news yesterday?
Were you not in
Yeah, yeah, I know you saved the world once again
I have heard of your deal
Common knowledge how great you are
Let me make you a coffee
Let me order you an egg sandwich
Let me wipe your bum
I meant, let me wipe your seat
Please sit here
My boss will be with you in a moment
Tell me, how’s the wife, the kids?
How is it going with the
Any chance for peace in the next thousand years?
Sorry, yes Sir, I will mind my own business from now
on
I will care only for things that are from my level of
intelligence
Here is your coffee
Ah, your egg sandwich just arrived
The toilets are on the right, but they’re broken
No, four floors down for the next one
No time, sorry, my boss is ready for you
Don’t worry, so much shit comes out of your mouth most
of the time
Perhaps you would care to shit from the right hole
this time
It was a pleasure meeting you
Have a nice day Sir
Another Boring Day in
God!
The Prime Minister babbled some bollocks again about
the war, yawn
The Chancellor or something tried to be as eloquent,
useless
The Mayor is being accused of being anti-Semite,
whatever
The Prince wants to marry his sweetheart, but it’s
against the law
I thought the day would never end!
God!
The phone never stopped ringing
My boss never left his desk
The whores around me were in full swing
Flowers were delivered to Master Bitch
I thought the day would never end!
God!
The Creative department showed just how they don’t
deserve their title
The Marketing department confirmed that they are not
doing any marketing
The Sales department confirmed that they don’t exist
The COO caught me doing absolutely nothing
I thought the day would never end!
God!
A bug crossed my desk in about 10 full minutes
The Big Ben rang for half an hour for no reason
A cloud went across the sky, was wondering if it would
finally snow
For a second there, I was certain my computer clock
went backward
I thought the day would never end!
Just what I needed
Another boring day in
Any idiot could do that
The difference is I never attended any of my
graduation ceremonies
Thank god!
But I guess the main reason is
I never graduated in anything worth attending
Let’s face it
Literature is worth nothing
A degree in that is the equivalent to a degree in
refuse collection
I have about as much worth as a garbage man
Such a worthy title
I wish I could do just that
Collect garbage in
At the very least I would be outside
Cursing you and your bin
Oh how I wish I was just nothing
I feel just like that anyway
One step further
Make me a garbage man
I have the degree
I have the diploma
I studied in University for 8 years
I must deserve anything I damn want
And what I want
Is to be nothing
With the right title
Your garbage man Madame
Your refuse collector Monsieur
To serve you
Please, thanks, bye bye
Next house
Next bin
Next life
I’m inspired tonight
And that means everything
Cos I haven’t been inspired much lately
Blame it on the daily job in
Blame it on the uninspired people I have to deal with
everyday
Insignificant people who are just waiting for their
day to die
Making sure they get everyone in their wave
To die with them without leaving any mark on this
planet whatsoever
How many times must I fall into these crowds
Of already dead people
Living an empty life
Concerned with only futilities
Incapable of seeing globally
Unless a fucking Tsunami happens
And kills a few people
Oh God, I don’t care if it is 3,000 or 200,000 or a
billion
I just wish I was in
Life is worth nothing
Best proof were only ants thinking were geniuses
When really we’re nothing more than nothing
Let the wave take us all
And let’s enjoy the silence
I have reached that fine line that no one should cross
I believe I have lost all inspiration
All these books I have never read and probably will
never read
Perhaps it is just my imagination
How should I know?
They just basically steal everything
And repeat the same stuff over and over again
And turn it into in such a way that no one could sue
anyone
Not that I would sue anyone anyway
My Ego has grown to the size of a small planet
Perhaps I am too out there
But that’s the only way to reach out to anyone
I just have to shut my big mouth
Continue to write forever and ever
I will get there one day
Just have to be careful
Keep my feet on the ground
And continue to inspire people
But who cares anyway
I’ve always said I was beyond all that
Thinking more about suicide than recognition
And that’s so fucking true
Give me a gun any day
That is so much more important to me than anything
else
Because I’m so bored with this life
It’s getting me nowhere worthwhile
Successes are short lived
My Ego grows in size only for a few seconds
Until I get back to my useless reality
I’m still the unhappiest person on this planet
Whatever my accomplishments
More than once I wanted to just shoot the persons in
front of me
I can’t stand anyone anymore
I can’t stand anything anymore
The news are killing me
Society is killing me
You are killing me
Damn it!
You are just a useless bunch of people
I don’t give a fucking fuck about any of you
If you could just die, it may make me happy
I guess I just want to isolate myself from everything
and everyone
And I can’t even do that
Useless planet, useless world
I need to get out of here!
I need to breathe!
I don’t need you or your recognition
Go fuck yourself, all of you!
Employment agencies are afraid of me
They think I want to commit suicide
Employers believe I’m some sort of anarchist
They may even think I am some sort of terrorist
How funny
Because what I’m saying is often what most people
think
And yet, by not saying anything, they are somehow off
the hook
I won’t shut up!
I won’t stop saying what I believe!
If it costs me a lot, then I’ll just have to assume it
It’s in my nature and we cannot change our nature
Oh sad people of this world
At least I understand you
I talk for you
Since you cannot express anything yourself
Oh god, what am I gonna do?
Is there anything I can do at this point?
I am so tired of lying to everyone
Pretend that I am someone that I am not
Fighting for things I don’t believe in
And what is it that I believe in?
In time I have forgotten
Never mind, I have written a lot on the subject
Surely something will remain of what I have written?
And if not, so be it
I don’t care
I don’t believe in anything
And that’s how it should be
Am I insensible?
Oh yeah
Am I heartless?
Oh yeah
Am I pessimistic?
Oh yeah
Am I totally lost?
Oh yeah
Am I disgusted by everything I see?
Oh yeah
Have I lost faith in humanity?
Oh yeah
Am I sadistic?
Oh yeah
Am I dead?
Oh yeah
Am I a murderer?
You have debts
You don’t love the person you’re living with
You hate your parents and friends
You’re a psychopath
You’re a drug addict
You’re a mental case
You’re a misfit
You don’t fit in
You’re as depressed as I am
You can’t stand anyone
You’re fed up with life
You’re that close to tell everybody to fuck off
Just admit it
You’ll feel better
And if not
You are a fucking sad case
Conditioned to perfection
Brainwashed beyond hope
Ready for the asylum
There’s no hope for you
You certainly can’t help yourself
God help you
For what it is worth
To hope for so much
Can only be deceived the day it becomes reality
How I wish I never had any dream
Never succeeded in making them come true
What is there left for me now?
No more dream worth pursuing
No hope that one day everything will fall into place
That I'll be free to do as I wish
If I were to go back in time and decide to pursue my
dreams
I would not do anything
Better continue to hope in a better world than be
disappointed
You are guilty for making the world what it is
To be powerless in changing it
To not even try
Go ahead with your dreaming, for what it is worth
Hope in a better world is all there is left
Love is no reason to stop you living
Love is no reason to stop you from having friends
Love is no reason to stop you from smoking and
drinking
Love is no reason to stop you from living the way you
should
Love is a prison
Love is the biggest obstacle to conquered
Love is everything between you and success
Love is not worth it
Let’s face it, how many times a month do you actually
have sex with your loved one?
Without having to beg for it?
Madness, useless, crazy
Love, overrated, not worth it
How much more whinging must one suffer?
Complaints going on and on and on?
Bitching and blaming and accusations…
It’s a living hell!
Love, is not really love
It stops life
No way
Just get rid of it
Oh, how I wish I could!
I’m the Brain behind Westminster
Look at him!
Parliament Square
He’s the big Minister
He is what we are and what we represent
But don’t listen to him for too long
You would soon realize he has no brain
That’s why I’m here
I’m the brain behind the Mongol
Useless to talk to him, talk to me
Or else whatever you say will not be acted upon
Wasted, wasted, wasted… that’s our definition
That’s us!
Unless you speak to me
I’m the only brain out here
I’m the assistant, you see…
Call my Mycroft Holmes
Without me the world cannot go round
Without me, there is no world
I am it
I am everything
I am the Assistant to the big Minister
Waste your time!
I’m sure it has been taken into consideration in the
budget
Let’s contact the Honourable Mr. Justice whatever…
The Prime Minister or whatever…
All gone… in more important meetings that will never
end
You need the assistant
I will make it happen
I will make it all come true
I’m the power behind the pretence
What have you done for me lately?
Nothing?
Then you can forget it
I don’t give a shit about you
Don’t even try, I was the one you needed to seduce
To convince
To pay
And I’m not convinced
Your project will fail
No budget allocated to that, I can tell you
See ya at the next party!
I’ll be the one out of control
The one that everyone believes will be sacked
But hey, I’m the brain behind the power
I decide everything around here
Sad it took you so long to understand it
You will be sacked now, any time soon
Because I don’t like you
Because you don’t like me
It is as simple as that
Better luck next time
Hi ha, hi ho, ya hoo!
Wonderful, I am in control of the country
I am the Assistant, you see
I decide everything around here
And you are not part of that plan
Sorry…
Next!
What time is it?
Five minutes past midnight
Can I buy cigarettes and alcohol at this time?
I’m working tomorrow
It would kill me to go out now
Yet, I need to go on
Build history
Tell you of these times where nothing of significance
is happening
Never mind the wars
The petty laws that we believe to be the signs of Big
Brother lurking in
We are still far away from Defcon 1
Even though I can see that I am dying
Of old age… how sad
At this point, nothing means anything
I’m a desperate man!
I want everything on a gold platter
I believe I deserve it
But I don’t
And no one else deserves it
That’s the problem
They’re all desperate
For some sort of recognition
They want to be part of history
To change something on a massive scale
They will all die hopeless
None of them did anything worth mentioning
Desperate people
Will never get anywhere
You see, things happen out of your control
Things will always happen out of your control
And what will humanity remember
Can only come from people like me
And I choose carefully what I wish to be remembered
At the moment, nothing
I’m a desperate man
Nothing to pursue, to admit, to declare
Automated world for automatons
Brainwashed people completely brain dead
What could I add to change your legacy?
Nothing
Complete success
We’re all desperate people
My dear Cockpit Steps!
You mean so much to me!
My dream now achieved
I am here to stay
For the moment
I live here
I am it
I am everywhere
My Cockpit Steps!
All mine!
For all I care
Nothing before me existed
Nothing after me will ever exist
I am history
At the present time
For eternity
My Cockpit Steps
No one will ever steal them from me
I will get them known
I will make sure everyone knows where they are
What they mean to
They mean lunch time
They mean the sandwich before St James’s park
They mean government stuff
Policy, regulation, law
My Cockpit Steps…
You just know that anyone of any importance in history
Has climbed those steps
And I am climbing them every day
Am I important to history?
I sure hope I am
Or else we’re all doomed
After my death
Remember
The Cockpit Steps
And hopefully it will make sense
Sense of it all
I’m talking bullocks
I hope you understand that
Or else, we’re all doomed for real
No one of any importance has ever climbed
My Cockpit Steps
Can’t say I was not there first
Can’t say I was not as stupid as you were
Can’t say I too thought it would open me all the doors
of the world
The thing is that I quickly realised that it was all
worthless
And I was there because I enjoyed it
Not like you who could not understand that no doors
would ever open
I wonder where you are today
Not that I would want to meet you
I would be quite happy if you were already dead
I can’t imagine why you would be happy to hear from me
now
We only existed for a fraction of a second
On a timeline already destroyed
Yet, we believed it was the perfect moment in time
That we are now part of history
Of something bigger than we will ever be able to reach
on our own
We would talk about it like if there was no tomorrow
Like if anything coming after was just not worth mentioning
Not hard to imagine
Nothing great is anywhere near from bursting into our
lives now
The world seems to have come to an end
No imagination or revolutionary idea anywhere
We were it!
On a Friday night, means everything…
Or are we just kidding ourselves?
Was it so powerful?
I just can’t tell
Perhaps we were just so naive
To believe that we were changing the world
I certainly felt like I was influencing a few people
I was just as naive as you
I just could not face you now
You’re probably a solicitor or a doctor
Make’s me want to puke everywhere
God I hope you’re dead!
I was so naive…
You put me to shame
You’re the PA of the whole government
And you’re so perfect
I work beside you
With all my neurosis, psychological problems, there’s
no end to it
And yet you are made of steel
Everything just rubs over your feathers like a duck in
St James’s Park
Your sister was Miss World from
It might as well have been you
So much intelligence
So much understanding of life
So many ways to defuse every single bomb dropping on
our head
You’re so perfect
That’s just it
You’re the government
You are the glue that keeps it all together
How sad that ultimately you’re not the one making the
decisions around here
You would certainly solve every single problem this
dying civilisation is facing
If only you were not just a PA
If only you were recognized as the person saving the
day, every day
Let’s face it
You are diplomacy
You are the smile on the face of these disgusting fat
politicians with no future
You are the one maintaining them where they are
You are the genius behind the power
You’re so damn perfect
It makes me sick
Oh, how I just wish I was like you
Not bothered by any fucking bitch around who feels
like dictating
Bunch of dictators in the making
And yet you are able to stop them in their tracks
You need to be commended
You deserve an OBE
The Queen herself should hire you
Just sad that your brain is not working
When the time comes to understand anything
Of what is going on around you
I believe you are intelligent enough
It’s just that you have been brainwashed
Fortune, money, fashion
Friday night big lunch in the higher spheres of
Showing off
You have forgotten you real role in all of this
You are blind to your power
Every time you speak with the brains around here
You just don’t understand that, in all your innocence
You are the real intelligence
But I guess that if you understood that
You could never really be the brain here
Or influence the brains around here
You might as well just be the innocent and
insignificant PA
And play your role in humanity’s destiny
Back off bitch!
Yeah, you!
Surely you recognise yourself?
You’ve made my life a misery for years
In every job I ever had
Always, you, to bitch around
And give me shit
Back off bitch!
What the fuck is going through your mind?
That’s so different from what’s running in mine?
Why, oh why, are we so different?
And why is it that you always somehow feel the need to
hate me?
What have I done to God to deserve you?
A bitch in every corner, in every country, I tell you
Back off bitch!
Ah, you’re new
You’re my boss
I know you
You’re just like the others
A bitch waiting to destroy me
You need a good fuck, that’s what you need
Back off bitch!
Never again will I suffer you
I’ll kill you before
It’s a promise
To all the bitches of the world
Back off bitch!
Could it be that I am the problem?
Have I got a sticker on my forehead?
Warning all of you that it won’t work?
Have I got too many opinions?
Am I trying too much to please you without success?
Or is it just that you cannot share the limelight with
me?
I must be a threat to you, no other explanation
possible
Well, I better get you sacked and take your place then…
Back off bitch!
Or I’ll get rid of you
She’s done it again
My little cousin was nothing
She was picked up by the Master
Just like I was
She became number one in every country overnight
I became absolutely nothing
I wish I could hate her
But she’s more anarchist than I’ll ever be
She’s done it again
Her last song is just perfect
I wish I had written that
I wish I was singing it
It’s killing me
Jealousy on a massive scale
How could I fail so spectacularly?
When she
succeeds so exceptionally?
I’m dreaming that one day I’ll be there where she is
My little cousin
For now I can
take comfort
In the fact that my little cousin is not happy
Success looks so bad on you, cousin
That you talk of suicide for the whole world to hear
Have you lost yourself in misery?
Just like me
What has gone wrong?
That in some easy steps
You'll show us how leadership looks when taught by the
best
You perhaps think that I don’t know?
Only you can build your life achievement award
And I can tell you that you are getting there
Unlike me
Who’s still stuck in
Forever and ever
One of us needs to be heard
Good luck cousin…
Have I said it before?
I don’t think so
But I do hate them
I hate all men
Not too sure why
Perhaps because I am such a feminist
Perhaps because I feel so intelligent compare with any
man
(I’m not a man, thank god for that)
(Neither a woman, thank god for that)
(Not sure what I am, I must be an alien)
Not too difficult to understand why
Every single man proves everyday just how stupid he is
One would wonder why the fuck they are in charge of
everything
With so small a brain
That they will just never understand anything
About the ways of this world
It is this superiority complex that confuses everyone
Their feeling that they know best
Their high position, high social status, that blinds
us
Deep down they know
Deep down we know
They’re useless, just useless
They have no intelligence
They don’t understand the first thing
Dear me, how can we still trust them as CEOs?
They will bring this world to an end
Quicker than we can even imagine
This has gone on for too long
Only women should have any right to climb the
hierarchy
Only women have the brain to get anywhere
Only women can understand this world
Never trust a man again
They know fuck about the world
And yet
Every woman I meet in a position of power is a bitch
I hate women in power
Perhaps they are no better than men
I guess we can only trust women who are not climbing
the hierarchy
That poor woman out there who’s nothing
She should be the next CEO
The next Prime Minister
The next President of the
The next Head of the U.N.
Let’s not give her the choice
Let’s get her elected
And finally let’s breathe for a while
(Unless she talks religion, then we must shoot her
right there)
For God’s sake!
Let’s do it
Let’s do it now, please!
Only then the world will be a safe place to live
Rats everywhere!
I’m an icon
Dead, shut up bitch!
What you want is not what I want
I am not getting older, whore
It’s just that everything out there is just soooooo
much craaaap
That my brain stopped working altogether
Sheep everywhere!
That we all love the same shit
Not me… fuck you
I’m the Marginal
I’m the Anarchist
I’m wasted on everyone
Yet, I’m getting somewhere
I’m a Westminster Icon
I’m inspiring the whole planet
Generations and generations of lost ones
Electrified by originality
Big hopes for such a futile civilisation
Don’t listen to anyone telling you what to do
They don’t know what to do
Or else they would do it
Conformist bastards
How can you be proud?
Unless you’re the only lost one out there
Open your damn heart to different possibilities
Open your eyes to the alternative
Get out and get inspired!
Baby, baby, baby, I Love You
One more time
You wankers
And I’m out of here
In between each bite of my Panini
Sitting on a bench in St James’s Park
I’m dreaming that I am the Prime Minister
I talk about unemployment, alcoholism, god, religion,
war
I annihilate what remains of the Third and Second
Worlds
I am all powerful and threatening and condescending
I am making a huge difference
Then I realise I’m just that little and insignificant
executive
In between each crisp
Sitting on a bench by the
I’m dreaming that I am a known songwriter
Singing in the biggest alternative band around
I sing about humanity’s problems, doing satires
I have a voice, and my God it is reaching out
I roll in millions while pretending that I’m the
poorest and most miserable
Then I realise that I am nothing and will never be
anything worthwhile
In between each sip of my orange juice
Standing right in the middle of
I am no longer dreaming
I don’t want to be anyone anymore
I hear those morons denouncing god knows what
I see business people obviously making a fortune
An army of politicians walking in every direction
Probably wasting their time and collecting their pay
check
I see tourists taking photos, so many photos, I must
appear in all of them
I have seen the most photographed phone booth in the
world
I’m not impressed
I’m quite pleased not to be anything worthwhile
I’m so fed up with everything and everyone
Hear all that crap every single day
Politicians who don’t know what they’re talking about
Meaningless journalists inventing front page stories
Everyone’s lying through their teeth
Everywhere, propaganda
My head’s about to explode!
One more lunch hour in
And I’ll bomb the place
In between each bite of my blueberry muffin
Walking on
I’m dreaming that I am a terrorist
I talk about unemployment, alcoholism, god, religion,
war
I annihilate what remains of the
I am all powerful and threatening and condescending
I am making a huge difference
Then I realise I’m just that little and insignificant
executive
Have I mentioned that I was a peaceful fellow?
I pay my taxes every month
I read Sherlock Holmes stories night and days
In fact, I need that to escape the world I live in
I am so polite, it’s almost disgusting
I’m such a nice person
I’m always laughing, a big smile on my face
Everyone loves me
I have a magnetic personality
I am successful
at my job
I am being recognised for what I am
A valuable and hard working employee
A sympathetic colleague
A happy go lucky and simple minded person
The nicest and softest guy around
How do you explain this then?
How do you explain that when I am drunk
I turn into Mr. Hyde?
I can’t
It makes no sense
No one would ever understand
I would throw myself in the
And no one would be able to explain why
Perhaps that’s the problem
In such a world of hypocrisy
How can you tell if someone is unhappy?
How can you realise that something is fundamentally
wrong?
That the whole world is flawed?
You can’t
You find the body a few yards away
It’s a mystery
You don’t question anything
You don’t put
back anything into question
For one that commits suicide
A thousand think of it but lack the courage
But what is wrong with society?
What is wrong with you?
I don’t know
I just know that it makes me want to depart this world
There must be something wrong
There must be something that could be changed
I don’t think so
It must be me
Only me
Alone in a million
Who can’t stand anything
The only one who can see the brainwashing
The only one who understands the manipulation
The only one who can see right through you
What’s wrong with me?
Why is it that I just can’t accept everything for cash
Be blind like the rest of the population?
And be happy reading my newspaper every day
Without questioning everything
Without understanding the motivations behind and the
artifice
Oh why have I got a brain?
Never thought of disconnecting the few capable of
seeing through your game?
I just wanted to be happy in my blissful ignorance
I don’t care about power and who’s got it
I don’t mind a few wars and genocides somewhere else
on the planet
I don’t even give a fuck if you’re stealing millions
from the tax payers
I just don’t want to hear from you
I just don’t want to know that you even exist
I don’t want to see your corruption right there in
front of me
I don’t want to hear your miserable stories and your
scandals
I just want to live, to breathe, to be happy!
This has not materialised, it has not happened
I am not free to think by myself
I am not free to have peace
I am right there in the middle of it all
And everyday I see stupidity surrounding me
You must think we’re gullible
I’m not
I need to free myself from you
I need to free myself from
I need to free myself from the modern and uncivilised
world
I need to get out of here!
I used to be such a peaceful fellow, you know
I was ignorant
I was empty
And now I am full of your shit
It’s unbearable
So when I’m drunk
I can no longer pretend
I’m no longer that peaceful fellow
I’m a revolutionary guy ready to do his revolution
You have made this place impossible to live
You have only yourself to blame
It could be just me
However
If more disgruntled people say the same thing
You’ll know that I’m not the only one who’s fed up
You’ll know you have a big problem on your hands
You’ll know it’s time for a change
And if not, then others will
And perhaps finally you’ll all disappear from my life
Let it be known
I am no longer a peaceful fellow
Sorry, oh dear, I forgot
I am not a citizen
I have no rights whatsoever
I am only a guest in
At any moment I could be kicked out
Especially if I am a trouble maker
Sorry, just got my Permanent Residency
Will be more difficult to get rid of me now
Better work hard right now to prevent me
From asking for my British Citizenship next year
There will be no stopping me then
I’ll be more British than the Queen
After ten years in
You would have thought that I was more British than
the Brits anyway
But right now I am still immigration scum
With the most basic rights only
And only because of the European Union
If it was up to you, I would have been out years ago
I gain a bit more rights every year
Took a long long time
Came too late in my case but I’m still here anyway
Must have been the most difficult thing ever
Get a permanent residency
Only took ten years, a few solicitors and huge bills
that I can’t pay
I have finally beaten the bureaucratic system!
I’m allowed to live somewhere else than where I was
born
Even though it is limited to this island
So ridiculous when you think of it
I can hear many of you wishing that I was actually
gone
No doubt a few critics will say so quite openly
I don’t care
I have as much right as any of you to be here
I should be able to live anywhere I want
Or else humans on this planet have no rights
whatsoever
The whole chart of freedom and liberties is just
bollocks
The Constitution is good for the bin
I understand that if you were more open
The whole of
I’m sure this prospect does not help you sleep at
night
Perhaps if you had not made their world such a misery
Perhaps if you had helped them instead of robbing them
of everything
They would not want to move here in the first place
Nobody’s perfect
You certainly are not
Make’s me wonder why I want to be here
So many British I meet just don’t understand why I
want to live here
Because they don’t want to live here either
I guess it’s just that in
People don’t seem to have a mind
Must be the proximity of the
Nobody’s perfect
They certainly are not
Despite the peaceful image of rightfulness they
project
Makes me sick, I could not leave quickly enough
I just wanted to live somewhere else
To escape
And I am ready to do just that again
Next step
I need to get out of the solar system
I’m ready to be shipped on the first rocket
Contemplating the stars forever
Until I die
Without thinking at all
That’s my dream
One day I will achieve it
Because let’s face it
If I succeeded in getting my permanent residency in
Then I can succeed at anything
That's it, this time I'll be sacked
I wasted so many months doing nothing
Now they have noticed
They called a meeting
We will discuss my no future within the organisation
How I have been doing everything else but my job
How I tried every last trick in the book to avoid
working
Why I am always so sick and never at work
The mistake that I am and the mistake of hiring me
Another panic attack
It's coming, I can feel it
I'm doomed
How I thought I could get away with it
I must have been living on another planet
I'll pay the price for my poor track record
My foolishness, my wretchedness
I can't breath
More nightmares, every single night
I still have a professional conscience
How I wish I could work three times harder now
To compensate for my failure
I want to start all over again
I want to take life more seriously
I want to be more ambitious
Right there is the problem
I am the least ambitious man on the planet
I can't take life seriously
I don't want to start all over again
I have failure written all over me
I deserve to be sacked
To be deleted
To have never existed
How I wish I did not care
That stress was not eating me alive
Can't help it
I'm a waste of time
Another panic attack
I wanted to be at the top of the world
I wanted to be a billionaire
I had dreams of controlling the planet
I thought I would wipe out everyone on my way to
success
I am at the bottom of the world
I have more debts than
I am not even controlling my five cats
People wipe me out on their way to success
I was going to be the best Prime Minister there ever
was
I wanted to be a business man with a conscience
I was going to help people get out of their misery
I was different and I was going to make a difference
Politics makes me sick
Capitalism is killing me
I am the most miserable sod there is
I'm different all right, but nowhere near making any
difference
I wanted to be a rock star
I saw myself as the best author ever
I would have make movies worthy of the Oscars
I was on my way to revolutionise everything
I can't even play a note
I can't write anything worthy of any attention
I held an Oscar once, and that's about it for that
My revolution has yet to come
I'm hopeless at everything
I'm worthless at even living a normal life
I have failed in all my jobs
I'm useless
Why, oh why!
Why am I so miserable?
Why am I so depressed all the time?
Why can't I have fun like everyone else?
Why is happiness just an impossible goal?
What an injustice that I was born like that
Worrying about just everything
Incapable of appreciating one single thing
Sinking lower every day
No way out
Why, oh why?
Why can't I see beauty?
Why can't I appreciate the simple things of life?
Why is it that I was expecting so much?
Why is it that it is never good enough?
Such high expectations
Standards so high that they could never be reached
It has all gone wrong
A living hell I've made of my existence
No way out
Why, oh why?
Why was I born like this?
Filled with an emptiness larger than an ocean
Dreaming of the infinities while watching the night
sky
Hoping I was anywhere else in the universe but here
It's not fair!
To be born different
Unable to live a normal life
Unable to accept reality for what it is
No way out
Why, oh why?
If alcohol did not exist
I would never have come out of my tree
I would never tell the truth to anyone
I would still have my job
If alcohol did not exist
I would never go crazy
No more splitting headaches
I would not wake up the next day wondering what I have
done this time
If alcohol did not exist
I would be living a normal life
I would never be totally out of control and lose my
mind
I would have not been beaten up
If alcohol did not exist
I would never wake up the next day asking why alcohol
exist
I would not cry over what I said while drunk
I might be happier
If alcohol did not exist
I would have never written anything
I'm trying, I'm trying
To connect with this century
To listen to the radio without breaking it
To watch television without be exasperated
To surf the Internet without getting bored out of my
mind
I'm trying, I'm trying
To connect to this decade
To today's music
To what they are trying to do with these films
To these plays where nothing worthwhile is happening
I'm trying, I'm trying
To get into this life
To do my job and go home at night
To not eat and drink too much
To not do anything pleasurable, or I might get cancer
I'm trying, I'm trying
To just live this life until I die
To just breathe for a while, while I can
To just enjoy the silence and be peaceful
To not move, just in case something happens
I'm trying, I'm trying
Hard and hard, it's not enough
I can't connect, I just can't
I don't know what's going on, I'm just bored
Nothing will ever make me connect
I remember when I was a little boy
I was filled with wonder
I looked at the night sky
I asked questions
I could not understand this universe
When I grew up
I stopped wondering
I looked at the night sky
I am asking no more questions
I still can't understand this universe
When I was a little boy
I watched silently the world around me
I watched TV
I asked questions
I could not understand this world
When I grew up
I stopped watching the world around me
I watched even more TV
I can't even think of a question to ask
I still can't understand the world around me
When I was a little boy
I did not know what to do with my time
I was as empty as the universe
I was waiting for something to happen
Nothing ever happened
When I grew up
I did not have the time to do anything
I was filled with this crap surrounding me
I am waiting for some peace of mind
Too many things happen at once
When I was a little boy
I was innocent
I was ignorant
I was nothing
I was indifferent
When I grew up
I was no longer innocent
No longer ignorant
No longer nothing
But gosh I wish I was indifferent
Describing the Heart of
Have I showed you
There is no description
Have I described the people?
There are all automates
Have I told the History of the place?
History is in movement, it can still change
An aerial view, perhaps from the Eye?
Every single British film or TV series show it
It’s on the news every day, I cannot escape it myself
Have I told you about
The
The little door on the side of the bridge used in
James Bond and Doctor Who?
The women giving you flowers and then begging for
money?
The pancake booth, orange juice, hot dogs?
The boats and the double deck buses filled to the
brink with tourists?
I did not want to mention them: the global conspiracy
lunatics?
Where Prince Charles and his kids live?
You tire quickly when you see it every day
Power, politics, poles, policies, police, poor, poets,
public, publicity, pubs
That describes it, and yet, you still cannot picture
it
You better buy a tourist guide then
Because no book can translate the Heart of London
I bumped into the Prime Minister
Quickly going into a café to buy a sandwich, a bag of
crisps and a yogurt
I bumped into the Prime Minister
Dropping everything on his nice suit
What a mess I have made, I said
He freaked out completely
He said I was insane
He called the police everywhere around him
In minutes I was inside the famous Parliament
I was being questioned while they told me about the
new laws against terror
I was terrified all right
They decided to throw me in prison without judgement
They deported me to
They sent me to a weird island
I have been tortured
After months of this treatment
I finally admitted everything
I had sex with Osama Bin Laden, ok?
Can I go now?
And then, they let me go!
I could not believe it
So I went back to my daily job in
Now I stand away from the police and the cafés
Unfortunately, while walking to the Underground station
I bumped into the Prime Minister again
Do I know you? he said
Yes, can’t you even remember me?
I sprang to me feet and ran
Never trust a government ready to take away your
rights
In the name of your protection and security
Give me bomb threats any day
I will gladly explode before giving away any
information about myself
Even though I have nothing to hide
Who am I kidding?
I know they already know everything
At least, give me the illusion that I still have some
sort of privacy
So I don’t feel so loudly that I am living in the
world of George Orwell
And please,
keep that Prime Minister of yours
Out of my way
No more lies, ever
Can be plastic for a while
If it serves my purpose
But ultimately, there is only one truth
There is only one destiny
I am following it
It does not involved anyone else
And the crap I tell them when I’m drunk
Does not matter
They are all so insignificant
Even my boss, though I will pretend to break my back
over his whims
I don’t give a shit
My boss, I could not care less
This is not what I want
This is not my life
Shining, being successful, making 10 million pounds
These things are not important to me
This is not me
I have created a whole new universe
I am living in there
Whenever I can, that is
However, this is all there is
Nothing else
I’m flirting with them, no doubt
When I can get inspired from it
I should not forget that they mean nothing
They should not take me over
I should not stress over them
I am my only master
Only my freedom counts in the end
Only my happiness means something
And I won’t find that in
Neither in
Neither anywhere
It is a state of mind
To not depend on anything, or any place, or anyone
To get there
And I will get there
If I can recognise this, right here and right now
If I can stop and think
I may lose my way here and there
Forget who I am and what I can do
As long as I can remember my nature
As long as I can disconnect from all of this
And remember what it is that I am and doing
Nothing
Then there is hope
I won’t play their game
I won’t be part of it
Nothing and no one is important enough
I don’t belong to them
I don’t belong here
There is another world out there
The dream world
The virtual world
My own creation
At the end of the day
This is all there is
And nothing else
If nothing else
I will remain true to myself
Not too many things
Not too many people
Not too many can inspire
Energise you
Break the mould
Break out of this reality
Break out!
Why waste time
Why waste a life
Why waste everything
For what is not worth it?
Who cares?
Who gives a damn?
No one
Unless they forgot what was important
And God, there are so many of them
With no life anymore
You wish you could take them in your hands
Shake them
Until they wake up
But they won’t, they could not
They are too far gone
Not important
You is important
I am important
I need to free myself
That is all that matters
I need to get inspired!
I need to revolutionise everything!
Even if it was all and only for myself
In my own little puny mind
I need to feel strong
I need to feel I am over everything else
I need to feel free!
To do whatever I want, whenever I want
That I could still be successful
That I could still be appreciated
That I could still be desired
That I could still be right there in the middle of it
all
Is a mystery to me
I should have been cleared years ago
I should have been declared inapt a long time ago
No skills, no talent, no experience worth any salary
whatsoever
I am not worthy of working in society
I am not worthy of a job
I am no longer worthy of your attention
Are you blind?
Are you completely out of your mind?
Are you that desperate?
Or am I still worth something despite my convictions
that I am not?
I am ugly
I am old
I am worthless
I don’t give a shit about anything
I am the last person you would like to hire
And yet, I’m still there playing your mind games
And suffering from it
Is there not a time when someone should not get any
job?
Is there not a time when someone should retire?
Is there not a time when someone should die?
God I’m ready
I had enough, more than enough
But we just don’t die anymore
It kills me
Because I want to die
I’m ready
I had enough, more than enough
There is nothing else I need to do here
There is nothing else I need to say here
There is nothing else I can do that will make any
difference whatsoever
There is nothing I can say that is worthwhile
I’m already dead in my mind
Why can’t you see that?
Is it not obvious?
I can’t get inspired anymore
You have killed any sort of original idea I could have
Nothing is worth it anymore
Not that it ever was
I won’t reinvent the wheel, I know that now
I have accepted it
I don’t care
Get inspired while you can
While you feel you can still be inspired
I certainly can’t
I don’t remember a time when I was
I certainly cannot inspire anyone
I might as well retire for good
I will declare bankruptcy and disappear forever
That’s what I’ll do
I don’t even have that courage
You have made a miserable human being out of me
You can only make a difference
At one specific point in time
Surely enough
You won’t see it at that time
You might even be annoyed at trying to make it happened
Because you won’t believe that you are actually making
history
Surely enough
Years later, once everyone has forgotten about you
Or never even known you
They will get back to that moment in time
They will live for that moment
They will wonder who it is that made history on that
day
Where they are now
You will then be long gone
Do you have a passion?
A passion for what you do?
You must have, or else, how could you have made
history then?
Making history is independent of anything else
You just do your thing in your corner
With love and passion and all your heart
And that’s it
There is nothing else beyond that
Making history or not is independent of your control
Of anyone’s control
Just do your thing and don’t worry
It will happen or it won’t
It does not matter if you get to know about it or not
That’s what it is, making history
You cannot make it happen
It just happens
I don’t even have shoes to wear, god damn it!
I’m naked all the time, right there in
I’m being picked up
I’m being used, I’m being raped, I’m being spit back
Not even one word of appreciation
Was it good for you too?
Do you want to do it again one day?
Farewell then, and fuck you too!
I’m your
Here to serve
What do you want
What do you need
Here you are
Take it, swallow it, eat it
I don’t care
I’m tired
I’m shaking
I’m dead
I want out
I’m your
I’m your puppet!
I move to the right
I move to the left
I will not move if you ask me to
I will shut up eventually, maybe
Oh dear, I don’t respond anymore
I must be broken
It must be you!
You have broken me
What’s happening?
I have lost my mind by the Big Ben
At 3 am, you would think the tourists would be gone
Ah! They just won’t get lost
No matter, I’m their whore and I love it
I’m your
How much money have you got?
Mmh, ok, that’s fine
Where do you want to do it?
Here is fine
I’m beyond caring
Let’s do it right here
In
This is what it has become
Nothing else
I’ll be your whore!
Go for it!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes! Yes! Again! More! Yes! Ah!
It was my pleasure
I want more
Never enough
I want to screw you all
Until none of you remain
I’m your
And I love it
Big deal
It’s not like he was not a human to begin with
Being a politician, you can never be certain
They lie so much to get where they are
Their PR campaign tells nothing of who they really are
They are family men
They care for the people
They will do everything they can to help you
Who else on this planet is still that dumb to believe
that crap?
The same ones that can’t believe that he is an
alcoholic
That he never cared for anything else but his own
ambition
The same people that will ask for his resignation
When they learn he has slept with a prostitute
It’s even worse than that
Everyone knew who he was
Everyone knows he does not care about anyone
And suddenly, it is so nice to pretend to be
scandalised
To get rid of him forever
He’s no longer fashionable
He did not help sell newspapers
But now he does
It was so boring on this Monday morning
A deep and juicy gossip is what our miserable life
needs
Let’s destroy the man
The one that lied to us from the beginning
Even though we knew and did not care
Even though we asked for it
Since only pure and innocent people should go into
politics
He deserves it
Sleeping with a prostitute, what was he thinking?
A life in politics, is like being castrated
No more sex life
Dedication to the people is what we expect
Because we’re so stupid
We cannot see beyond what is human nature
Well, if you wanted to elect a Saint
If you wanted to elect the Virgin Mary
If you wanted God as your MP
Then you should have gone into politics
You hypocrites
Should I vote Labour or Conservative?
Is there a difference?
Really?
Tell me then, I have a few years to waste
Is there another party I can vote for?
Is there any other party that people can vote for?
No?
Why?
I don’t understand…
I have another few years to learn, tell me
We should get rid of these parties
Everyone should be independent
That’s what I think
Let’s get the best person elected
Let’s not vote for a party
We will elect a bunch of fools and opportunists
What? How many billions will these parties spend on
their election campaign?
How many hundreds will these independent parties spend
on their campaign?
You see the problem, right there
They should all be allocated a budget from the state
and make do with it
No more, no less
Then perhaps it would be fairer?
No?
Sorry I even asked
I won’t vote, once again, I don’t see the point,
really
It makes no difference
They are all incompetent because they all won for the
wrong reasons
We have all been manipulated by the media
Brainwashed by the billions they spent
I am no longer listening
I have never listened anyway
None of them will make the world any better
None of them can
Perhaps it is time to move away from politics
Nothing good will come out of this
It is on an individual basis that something good might
come out
That maybe we will make the world a little better
But I don’t hold my breathe
As I don’t trust anyone
Neither should you