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'Alo Vera Lynn
Don't know where u have bin
I've bin fightin' Brexit with Victory Gin
Soon we will be fruit pickin
Cos we are the Brexit fishermin'
It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome
Brexit's comin' 'ome
It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome
And the nurses are goin' 'ome
Que sera sera, what will be will be
Some will live, some will die
But I've got a passport, a coin and a tie
While Boris tells another pork pie
I leave the snowflakes to cry
From Nigel Farridge to Bobby Moore
48 : 52 we knew the score
After Corona we want more
It's gonna be just like the War
It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome
Brexit's comin' 'ome
It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome
I'm home alone
And my hair I cannot comb
It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome
Brexit's comin' 'ome
It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome
I'm home alone
And I can't afford a scone
I'm not a remona
We drink the Corona
We are the doctors, nurses, scientific persona
We are the Brexit land army .. from Verona
We fear no ill for we have Bojona
'Alo Vera, All Cor Blimey
We're gonna take back control of Old Blighty
The M20's blocked all nighty
But Bulldog Spirits gonna make it alrighty
If you just take off your nighty ...
It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome
Brexit's comin' 'ome
It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome
And I got Corona in a care 'ome
It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome
Brexit's comin' 'ome
It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome
And I can't afford a scone
It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome
Brexit's comin' 'ome
It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome
And the nurses are goin' 'ome
It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome
Brexit's comin' 'ome
It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome
I'm home alone
And my hair I cannot comb
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Poupee le celophane
Mark François snorts cocaine
Brexit, le vache qui rit
Fucking the economy
You are the King of the Gammon
Hou Hou Hou Hou
You are the King of the Gammon
Trapped on the Essex plains
Priti vacant, pretty vain
Wanking off to Brexit dreams
Fishing for some foreign bream
You are the King of the Divan
Hou Hou Hou Hou
You are the King of the Divan
François pour moi
François pour moi
François pour moi, moi, moi, moi
François pour moi
Hou Hou Hou Hou
François pour moi
I want it hard, Brexit dream
Jacob Mogg, I like his cream
Well gel, I’m from Rayleigh
Carping on about the sea
You are the King of the Gammon
Hou Hou Hou Hou
You are the King of the Gammon
François pour moi
François pour moi
François pour moi, moi, moi, moi
François pour moi
Hou Hou Hou Hou
François pour moi
Innit
Lost in Essex, well reem
Touched a chick to make her scream
S.A.S, he’s well extreme
Holding on to Brexit dreams
You are the King of the Gammon
Hou Hou Hou Hou
You are the King of the Gammon
François pour moi
François pour moi
François pour moi, moi, moi, moi
François pour moi
Hou Hou Hou Hou
François pour moi
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Priti woman, shoutin Downin street
Priti woman, the kind that likes to beat
Priti woman, I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could look as good as you, mercy
Priti woman, won't you bully me?
Priti woman, I couldn't help but see
Priti woman, you look as lovely as can be
Were you tortured just like me?
Priti woman, strop awhile
Priti woman, mock awhile
Priti woman, give your whip to me
Priti woman, yeah, yeah, yeah
Priti woman, smirk and sway
Priti woman, say you'll shout at me
'Cause I need you, I'll beat you right
Come to me, Priti, beat mine tonight
Priti woman, don't walk on by
Priti woman, don't make me cry
Priti woman, don't walk away, hey, okay
If that's the way it must be, okay
I guess I'll go on home, it's late
There'll be tomorrow night, but wait
What do I see?
Is she shoutin back at me
Yeah, she's shoutin back at me
Oh, oh, Priti woman
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INTRO
Charlie Mullins : Brexit's going to bugger the UK, like a blocked drain. It's time we flushed it. Bollocks to Brexit
Brexshit, Brexit, Brexshit, Brexit, Ave a Corona
VERSE 1
Well I've been goin' down the Brexit food bank for a while
While Jacob Rees-Mogg ‘ee’s dining out in style
Old gits are leaving Blighty and Dad’s Army’s on the streets
Whilst yobs are looting Tesco on their Brexit plates of meat
CHANT
Eggs and Gammon, No Smoked Salmon, Traffic jammin’, Pasta Famin'
CHORUS
I'm really sick of Brexit, Why don't you fade away, I wanna block the exit, Please 'elp me Boris J
Brexshit, Brexit, Brexshit, Brexit, Ave a Bojona
VERSE 2
Well I’ve bin’ tryin’ to score some drugs for my dia-betes
But I still can’t buy no bog roll for me Brexit faeces
And I can’t afford a crib in Maracheeses (fake Spanish town)
I might as well end it all in Bognor Regis
CHANTS
Diabetes, Mega faeces, Runny cheeses, Big diseases
Russian geezers, in “Bognor Reges”, Lemon squeezers, Trump appeasers
CHORUS
I'm really sick of Brexit, Why don't you fade away, I wanna block the exit, Please 'elp me Boris J
VERSE 3
My wife’s avin’ a midlife Brexistential crisis
While me bruvver says I’ve got the Corona Virus
In football speak, Brexit was a quarter finalist
Johnson may need to see a Brexit psychiatrist
CHANTS
Customs Union, Big delusion, Is Priti Patel even ‘uman?
Barclays Bank, J. Arthur Rank, Aaron Banks, Sherman Tank
Soviet Union, Trump communion, Is this love or Brexit confusion?
CHORUS
I'm really sick of Brexit, Why don't you fade away, I wanna block the exit, Please 'elp me Mrs May
Brexshit, Brexit, Brexshit, Brexit, Ave a Corona
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You walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht
You strategically spew lie after lie
You laugh like a clown despot
You had one eye on the mirror
And watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain,
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
Oh, you had me several years ago
When I was still quite naive
Well, you said you would make such a clever mayor
And then you picked up Vote Leave
But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me
You had some dreams, you’re a clown and you’re cocky
Clown and your cocky, and
You're so vain
Well I hear you spaffed 66 billion
And your ads, naturally, won
Then you drove your red bus up to Abingdon
To see a total eclipse of The Sun
Well, you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not, you're with some underworld spy
Or the wife of a close friend,
Wife of a close friend, and
You're so vain
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Bercow’s quizzical, studied what’s admissable
Process in the House
Late nights all aglow in the Commons
Oh, Berc – o – ow
Death-Knell Johnson-Lies, all eyes on the Hedge Fund prize
Calls him on the phone
"Can I take you out of the picture?
Oh, Berc – o – ow
As Brexit’s getting ready to go
A knockout we can’t ignore:
Bang! Bang! Bercow’s Yellowhammer comes down upon our head
Bang! Bang! Bercow’s Yellowhammer makes sure that Brexit’s dead.
Back in Number Ten
Johnson plays the fool again
Cummings gets annoyed
Wishing to create an unpleasant
Sce, e, e, ene
He tells him to say YellowHammer’s not Doomsday
So he fakes and lies
Lying fifty times: "No Deal isn’t
So, o, o, o"
He turns his back on democracy..
Grieve comes up from behind
Bang! Bang! Bercow’s Yellowhammer comes down upon our head
Bang! Bang! Bercow’s Yellowhammer makes sure that Brexit’s dead.
Scottish Judges say, "We caught a dirty one"
Johnson stands alone
Painting testimonial busses
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Mogg and Kate Hoey, screaming to the gallery
Say he must be free (Johnson must be free)
The judges don’t agree and they tell him
So, o, o, o
But as the ruling’s leaving their court
A noise comes from behind
Bang! Bang! Bercow’s Yellowhammer comes down upon our head
Bang! Bang! Bercow’s Yellowhammer makes sure that Brexit’s dead. Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Yellowhammer man
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Jacob Rees Mogg is a fucking toff
When he tosses off
With his trousers off
Jacob Rees Mogg is a fucking toff
He’s avin’ a Frank Bough
And he can f…ck right off
Kier Starmer is a fucking charmer
Like a cultured llama
Loves Judith Chalmers
Kier Starmer is a fucking charmer
With a bent banana
He’s got some bloody karma
Nigel Farage ain’t a fisherman
Take his fucking plan
Flush it down the pan
Nigel Farage ain’t a fisherman
Take his fucking plan
Take your bloody toilet back Nigel
Priti Patel has a racist gob
Con Dom on the rob
She’s a bit of a blob
Priti Patel has a racist gob
She’s a bit of a slob Johnson
But I’d do her like a dog
Brexit Britin’s full of Gammon knobs
Tory knobs hand jobs
Wiv their Russell Hobbs
Brexit Britin’s full of Gammon knobs
I cooked Brexit on a hob
Now I’ve lost my bloody job
Carrie Symonds she’s a bit of a fool
Plays with Boris’ tool
Now she’s closed the schools
Carrie Symonds she’s a bit of a fool
What’s Wilf gonna say when he grows up?
He’s gonna say my daddy’s a fucking twat
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Nigel Farage, dans le garage
Data massage, Brexit carnage
Nigel Farage, Brexit frottage
Racist outrage, xenophobic cabbage
On LBC, with dark money
The peoples' voice, with a Rolls’ Royce
Nigel Farage, up my passage
Euro Massage
Nigel Farage, pork meat sausage
Hugenottage, Dulwich collage
On LBC, with dark money
The peoples' voice, with a Rolls Royce
Nigel Farage, in my passage
Brexit frottage, racist outrage
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The new version of the song features a new "Devil's Interval section" for the Catholic Brexiteers and some signposts to the illuminati
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Brexit is forever,
It is going to bereave me,
Diabetic friends will leave me,
They will leave in the night,
I've a fear that they might desert me.
Brexit is forever,
Suck it up and dispossess us,
What the fuck, it will depress us,
I can see ev'ry part,
No upside, fall apart and hurt us.
We don't need Brexit,
For what good will Brexit do me?
Tories always lie to me,
For when EU’s gone,
They'll bluster on.
Brexit is forever,
Cutting tax for all the wealthy.
You’ll just die if you’re unhealthy;
We are mere mortals who
Brexit’s just sending to your grave, oh.
I don't need Brexit,
For what good’ll Brexit do me?
Tories always lie to me,
For when EU’s gone,
They'll bluster on.
Brexit is forever, forever, forever.
Brexit forever, forever, forever.
Forever and ever.
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INTRO
Charlie Mullins : Brexit's going to bugger the UK, like a blocked drain. It's time we flushed it. Bollocks to Brexit
Brexshit, Brexit, Brexshit, Brexit, Ave a banana
VERSE 1
Well I've been goin' down the Brexit food bank for a while
While Jacob Rees-Mogg ‘ee’s dining out in style
The Banks are leaving Blighty and Dad’s Army’s on the streets
Whilst us poor buggers stay to fight on Brexit plates of meat
CHANT
Eggs and Gammon, No Smoked Salmon, Traffic jammin’, Bloody Spammin’
CHORUS
I'm really sick of Brexit, Why don't you fade away, I wanna find the exit, Please 'elp me Mrs May
VERSE 2
Well I’ve bin’ tryin’ to score some drugs for my dia-betes
But I still can’t buy no bog roll for me Brexit faeces
And I can’t afford a crib in Maracheeses (fake Spanish town)
I might as well end it all in Bognor Regis
CHANTS
Diabetes, Mega faeces, Runny cheeses, Big diseases
Russian geezers, in “Bognor Reges”, Lemon squeezers, Trump appeasers
CHORUS
I'm really sick of Brexit, Why don't you fade away, I wanna find the exit, Please 'elp me Mrs May
VERSE 3
My wife’s avin’ a midlife Brexistential crisis
While me bruvver says I’ve joined Remainiac Isis
In football speak, Brexit was a quarter finalist
Theresa may need to see a Brexit psychiatrist
CHANTS
Customs Union, Big delusion, Is Arlene Foster even ‘uman?
Barclays Bank, J. Arthur Rank, Aaron Banks, Sherman Tank
Soviet Union, Trump communion, Is this love or Brexit confusion?
CHORUS
I'm really sick of Brexit, Why don't you fade away, I wanna find the exit, Please 'elp me Mrs May
© Peter Cook, Rage Against The Brexit Machine 2018 http://brexitrage.com
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Brexit Street
04:36
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Winding your way down on Brexit Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well, another crazy day
You'll drink the night away
And forget about everything
This killer Brexit makes you feel so cold
It's fooled so many people, and it's got no soul
And it's taken you so long
To find out you were wrong
When you thought it gave everything
You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say Brexit was so easy
But you're crying, you're crying now
Another year and then you'd be happy
Just one more year and then you'd be happy
But you're dying, you're dying now
Down Brexit Street there's no food on your plate
NHS closed its doors, and the doctor says wait
The Police ask you where you've been
You tell them who you've seen
You’ll say just about anything
You had this dream ‘bout a sovereign land
Now you’re scared of the cops and the far-right fans
Now the factory’s shut down
And your neighbours are still brown
And you were wrong about everything
But you know you'll always keep hating
You know you’re never gonna stop hating
'Cause you’re reading, you’re believing The Mail
And when you wake up, The Express is calling
The Sun is lying and the streets are brawling
And you're going, you're going to hell
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Snippets ....
The Brexit Party ...
I can't cope with Islamic Terrorism
I can't cope with Halloween
I can't cope with human rights
I can't cope with Trump
I can't cope with Brexit
We are Donkeys
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Theresa May's a Remainer
May-be we should restrain-er
Stop Brexit luv, don't abstain-er
No Deal is kind of insane-er
May's Deal is mostly Remain-er
Remain is a no-brainer
Grow a spine, Just don't complain
Stay in Europe, Let's just Remain
Shoot the bastards, They're all insane
Theresa May's a Remainer
May-be we should restrain-er
Stop Brexit luv, don't abstain-er
Theresa May's a Remainer
May-be we should restrain-er
Stop Brexit luv, don't abstain-er
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Jezza is a Brexshitter
01:26
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Eh, oh, don't know
Eh, oh, don't know
Jezza is a Brexshitter
Jezza is a fence sitter
Jezza is a EU quitter
NOW
Jezza likes cat sitters
Jezza's brave on Twitter
Jezza is a Brexshitter
NOW
Jezza likes keg bitter
Jezza needs an outfitter
Jezza likes the UKIPPERS
NOW
Jezza's not a punk rocker
Jezza likes cafe mocha
Jezza needs a Brexit Blocker
NOW
Jezza is a Brexshitter
Jezza is a fence sitter
Jezza is a EU quitter
NOW
Eh, oh, don't know
Eh, oh, don't know
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16. |
Peter Cook - Pestonomics
03:14
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LYRICS
"VERSES 1 and 2"
Robert Peston, he’s not from Preston
He did not star in no Spaghetti Western
The BBC lost its intellectual property
While John Otway says “Cor Baby That’s ITV”
Peston scored Bowie while Ziggy played guitar
Masterminding glam with his screwed down ha(i)r
Peston showed George Clinton how to get the funk
Jamming good with (Dr Andrew) Sentance on the economics of punk
"CHORUS"
Keep your vest on, Robert Peston
Give us another business lesson
Speakin' like a linguistic jam session
Rocking Indie Television
"VERSES 3 and 4"
So ITV enlarges its integrity
While the BBC loses its licence fee
He says it’s our fiduciary responsibility
To shop wisely within our economy
Paul Wella’s Shockwave takes care of his hair
But on the 10 o’clock news Peston just don't care
He could have been Doctor Who you see
By pressing Auntie Beeb for his destiny
"CHORUS"
Keep your vest on, Robert Peston
Give us another business question
From BBC to ITV
I wanna lower licence fee
"David Bowie homage middle 16" - Space Oddity, Width of a Circle and The Man Who Sold the World
"VERSES 5 and 6"
Branson hates ties like Robert Peston
But none of them starred with Charlton Heston
Nor had a three course meal at a Best Western
They could be Heroes with Bowie in Dresden
I’m confessin’ with Robert Peston
I’m wondering what ITV will let him question?
No more “Have I got news for you” to guest on
Perhaps Robert will retire to Weston …
"CHORUS AND FINALE"
Super Mare, Super Hair, Everywhere
Super Mare, Camel’s Hair, Millionaire
"Guitar solo to end"
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Eton Tories from the E.R.G.
Making cash tax free
Shit on you and me
Eton Tories from the E.R.G.
Jacob Rees-Mogg shits on EU
'E loves it
Kier Starmer is a fucking charmer
Like a cultured llama
Loves Judith Chalmers
Kier Starmer is a fucking charmer
With a bent banana
He’s got some bloody karma
Nigel Farage ain’t a fisherman
Take his fucking plan
Flush it down the pan
Nigel Farage ain’t a fisherman
Take his fucking plan
Take your bloody toilet back Nigel
Priti Patel has a racist gob
Con Dom on the rob
She’s a bit of a blob
Priti Patel has a racist gob
She’s a bit of a slob Johnson
But I’d do her like a dog
Marky François wants to end red tape
He's a funny shape
To be charged with crêpe
Marky François wants to end red tape
Has anyone seen Mark François?
Has anyone seen him?
Brexit Britain's full of gammon knobs
Fuckin' gobby yobs
Wantin' forrin jobs
Brexit Britain's full of gammon knobs
We won, 2-Nil
I want me cuntry bak
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Do or die, sink or swim
One thing for certain is Boris won’t win
Side v. side, Farage (in) charge
We’re all fucked together
Down the drain, frightful fight
Now what's the point if we all lose our rights?
Harm for harm’s sake, Mogg’s a fake
We’re all fucked together
Who’ll keep us warm in the night?
La la la la It’s the far right It’s the far right
Do or die, sink or swim
One thing’s for certain that Moggy is grim
Boris’ reign, A Lad Insane
We’re all fucked together
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The old lady of Threadneedle Street
Glides through the hallowed halls
Her silken gaze, weaving spirits deep
With Court held rapt in thrall
The gathered minds work hard and fast
With fan charts and words so broad
They work magic on digits long
Seeking out the moderate path
The time then comes when the governor calls
The markets sit and wait
Cold faces stare at blocks of red
The damned await their fate
Old lady of Threadneedle Street
What punishment lies in store
I have not sinned dear lady love
But I know it is the lore
The members meet and the vote is cast
The envelope's sealed and the steward called
It's Houblon pink or the markets crash
The old lady damns them all
Fine lady of Threadneedle Street
Protect me from the end
I am but a mere mortal man
Your magic can transcend
I sit and wait for the news to hit
The rate will shape it all
My life then flashed in front of me
The colour tells it all
Red blocks cascade and roll and blink
The panic spreads like fire
My mouth is dry, my fingers stiff
I stare and watch the pyre
Old lady of Threadneedle Street
Have mercy on my soul
This is the end, I'm damned to hell
The consequences are untold
Fine lady of Threadneedle Street
Protect us all from fate
Your guiding light and solemn ways
Doth headlong prick Inflate
Forward Guidance
Out of darkness
Into the light
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INTRO
Brexshit, Brexit, Brexshit, Brexit, Ave a banana
VERSE 1
Well I've been goin' down the Brexit food bank for a while
While Jacob Rees-Mogg ‘ee’s dining out in style
The Banks are leaving Blighty and Dad’s Army’s on the streets
Whilst us poor buggers stay to fight on Brexit plates of meat
CHANT
Eggs and Gammon, No Smoked Salmon, Traffic jammin’, Bloody Spammin’
CHORUS
I'm really sick of Brexit, Why don't you fade away, I wanna find the exit, Please 'elp me Mrs May
VERSE 2
Well I’ve bin’ tryin’ to score some drugs for my dia-betes
But I still can’t buy no bog roll for me Brexit faeces
And I can’t afford a crib in Maracheeses (fake Spanish town)
I might as well end it all in Bognor Regis
CHANTS
Diabetes, Mega faeces, Runny cheeses, Big diseases
Russian geezers, in “Bognor Reges”, Lemon squeezers, Trump appeasers
CHORUS
I'm really sick of Brexit, Why don't you fade away, I wanna find the exit, Please 'elp me Mrs May
VERSE 3
My wife’s avin’ a midlife Brexistential crisis
While me bruvver says I’ve joined Remainiac Isis
In football speak, Brexit was a quarter finalist
Theresa may need to see a Brexit psychiatrist
CHANTS
Customs Union, Big delusion, Is Arlene Foster even ‘uman?
Barclays Bank, J. Arthur Rank, Aaron Banks, Sherman Tank
Soviet Union, Trump communion, Is this love or Brexit confusion?
CHORUS
I'm really sick of Brexit, Why don't you fade away, I wanna find the exit, Please 'elp me Mrs May
© Peter Cook, Rage Against The Brexit Machine 2018 http://brexitrage.com
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Verse
I just can’t decide, red or blue
Both the same, neither working for you
I don’t wanna make politicians history
I just want the Democrats to have a single victory
Liberal Democracy’s for you and me
If only we had the vision to see
That pendulum politics is bad for the nation
No more spin, we need regeneration
Chorus
I feel I’m going backwards into tomorrow
No future, no hope, just pain and sorrow
Let’s get rid of blue, no more red
Let’s vote for liberty and orange instead
Verse 2
Red for expenses, blue for sorrow
We need great leaders we can follow
Give reasonable people a reasonable chance
Of running the country, so give ‘Dem’ a stance
Spread the word and make yourself heard
Labour’s track record is just absurd
The Tories stand for an us-and-them society
We need a fresh start – So give us democracy
Chorus
Middle 16
All we are asking
Is give ‘Dem’ a chance
Verse 3
Now I know, it’s neither red nor blue
Both the same, neither working for you
I don’t wanna make politicians history
I just want the Democrats to have a single victory
Liberal Democracy’s for you and me
If only we had the vision to see
That pendulum politics is bad for the nation
No more sin, we need liberation
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Ignorance is Bliss London
Hello all, I'm an author, speaker and musician.
I also write protest songs and books about Brexit and some unusual ambient / alternative compositions.
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