Attila interviewed by Kool Knotes Traces, number 4, 1984.
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Action Pact! ’85
Poster for a gig from 1985 for Action Pact! with Porky the Poet. Kool Knotes comperes and the Price play too. These days, the Prices guitarist Leigh Heggarty is with the Ruts.
The Animal Poem
Brassy ranter Bet Lynch had this poem in Jamming! (the monthly version), number 24, January, 1985.
The poems that month were picked by Richard ‘Cool Notes’ Edwards.
The Animal Poem
Humans are too difficult,
they drive you round the bend –
Let’s sidestep all the issues
and help our furry friends.
The tanks roll through the tower blocks,
a truncheon swings through bone,
You’re running round in circles trying to
find a cat to home.
Heads are banging bloody in the mental
homes and jails –
You haven’t time to worry as you rush to
save the whales.
Boots batter black children to shouts of
National Front!
You’re cycling to the countryside to stop
the nasty hunt.
Violence leaps from transit vans:
the kids start to resist;
You hear them call a cop a pig and
call them speciesist.
Refugees burn in jungles as the
helicopters whir
But they don’t really suffer ‘cos they’re
not covered in fur.
All those starving millions – ugh –
they look so bloody ugly;
They might get some of your petfood
if they felt a bit more cuddly …
There’s people dying every day in
writhes of agony
While the seals and dogs and chickens
get your misplaced sympathy.
So you don’t like what I’m saying –
an unjustified attack?
Sod off and help the animals who never
answer back!!!
Bet Lynch
The Wrong Blood
Feminist poem in Jamming! (the monthly version), number 24, January, 1985.
The poems that month were picked by Richard ‘Cool Notes’ Edwards.
The Wrong Blood
Show me the wounds of a soldier
Torn by the bomb and the gun,
But show me the blood of a woman
And I’ll turn my heels and I’ll run.
Show me the corpse of a baby seal
With the skin ripped from its back,
But show me the blood of a woman
And you’ll stop me in my tracks.
Show me the wrists of a suicide,
Severed and red in the bath,
But show me the blood of a woman
And you tear my world in half.
Show me the blood of my brother,
And my head and my gullet stay clear,
But show me the blood of a woman
And I’ll show show you my great menstrual fear.
Kim
Cool Notes in Wake Up
From Wake Up, 5, February 1985
Zoot!
THE skazine in Well Red, winter of 1988/89. The feature is written by Kool Knotes.
Bzag
James Brown in the NME, 21 April, 1984.
Lager Lager Lager
This popular live fave Cool Notes rant was in New Youth zine, number 2, 1983.
Harp (adapted from the TV. Lager advert)
I was drinking harp down the local, when what should I see ….
but a tasty little blonde piece standing not far from me.
So I casually strolled up to her, and with a smile and a wink…
took a swig of Harp, and offered her a drink.
Her reply rather shocked me:… “I don’t drink piss like that”
“so you can stuff your bloody Harp you smarmy looking prat”.
Well I looked a right burk, and felt twice as bad ….
this never happens to those blokes in the TV. ads.
I asked what had upset her. Was it something that I’d said… ??
and she grabbed my glass of harp, and smashed it over my head.!!
So with blood pouring down my fave I’d better warn you…
that the message in these ads is really very true…
“HARP:…. STAYS SHARP TO THE BOTTOM OF THE GLASS…”
Kool Knotes 82
Kool Knotes, Porky, Anna Joy David, and Flipper
Trendy Social Workers
Ginger John in Jamming! (the monthly version), number 24, January, 1985.
The poems that month were picked by Richard ‘Cool Notes’ Edwards.
Hummm OK Yarrrrr!!!!
Totally opposed to the modern modes
Of the hipsters way of life
You can see them in the streets
The candidates of chic
Cos they’re Harpers and Bizarre on my life.
They’re trendy social workers
With their Citroens and calculators
And the Guardian tucked
Underneath their arms.
They wear multi-coloured jumpers
Hush Puppies or bumpers
And safari suits
That make you wanna cry.
An’ they’re always in the boozer
An’ it turns into manoeuvres
When you try to get some beer
An’ they’re in flight.
About all the donations
They’ve made to starving nations
An’ the peace camps
They’ve visited for an hour.
They’re the total social misfit
A social democrat candidate
A cheese and wine party bore
They’re the Hoooo Ray Henry’s
The Tupperware trendies
The Habitat habit forming bores
An’ you know them
When you see them
Cos you always hear them screaming.
Hummm OK Yahhhhh!!!!
Ginger John
Street Cred Spikey Head
Punk poem in Jamming! (the monthly version), number 24, January, 1985.
The poems that month were picked by Richard ‘Cool Notes’ Edwards.
Packaged Street Cred From a Spikey Head
This is about people who think that their
appearance is a threat to the system, yet
Banks and big business are using that
appearance to attract more young
customers.
He’s got the biggest mohican you’ve ever seen
With a pin through his nose he looks really mean
He’s an advertising manager’s dream!
Have you got 10p? then open an account
We’re not fussy we’ll take any amount
It must be true because the advert said it
You get discount on Discharge and Crass on credit
TSB… the bank that likes to say
Ye… s-s-s-s!!
Because your rebellion is our success.
The TSB have got real street cred,
With a pair of DM’s and a shaven head.
Her hair is a blend of blue and green.
The tattoos on her neck look really obscene.
She’s an advertising manager’s dream.
Midland bank, the listening bank.
You’d be surprised what we listen to.
It’s hard core thrash when we’re taking your cash.
Our manager likes Conflict… our Griffin sniffs glue.
We’ll put up with that awful racket,
We’ll be the sponsors on your leather jacket,
If you promise to invest half of your pay packet.
Stop where you see the sign of the Black Horse,
We’ll take you for a ride… on a new race course.
There’s no limit to how much you can borrow,
Because the loans of today are the debts of tomorrow.
If you see them on the street they’d make you scream…
‘Anarchy in the UK.’ and ‘God Save the Queen’.
They’re the advertising manager’s dream.
It’s the advertising,
That’s patronising
It’s not surprising,
That they’re the advertising manager’s dream.
You might look a rebel, but never forget,
It’s not the way you look that makes you a threat.
It’s what you think and what you do,
So don’t let anybody package you!!!
Debbie Baker
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