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Harijan

by Harijan

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1.
Only twenty pounds left, call a friend Back to the pub to spend all of our rent No food in the cupboards, call again We’ll ring up our dealer and smoke to the end Promises made that this will be the last time Determined to avoid repetition As this cycle seems so impossible to break That confident feeling is slipping away Light up We’ll hide all the way into this high Drink up Or face sober reality Light up We’ll hide all the way into this high Drink up Cigarette for breakfast, morning TV A miserable start to a horrible week No inspiration fuels us, what’s to write? Well this is the life lets type up our CV Promises made that this will be the last time Determined to avoid repetition As this cycle seems so impossible to break That confident feeling is slipping away Light up We’ll hide all the way into this high Drink up Or face sober reality Light up We’ll hide all the way into this high Drink up Break this shit up Only twenty pounds left, call a friend Back to the pub to spend all of our rent No food in the cupboards, call again We’ll ring up our dealer and smoke to the end Promises made that this will be the last time Determined to avoid repetition As this cycle seems so impossible to break That confident feeling is slipping away Light up We’ll hide all the way into this high Drink up Or face sober reality Light up We’ll hide all the way into this high Drink up
2.
Paranoid 03:23
My alarm clock starts the day on the worst possible of notes A tone that will be set in stone that opposites my monotone Oh, how the worse is over, now I’m here to say That I’ve learnt to handle any rotten day I need it, I hate it, obliterated will A simple plant that has seen me through the best times of my life But how it fucks me over when I want things done With a hold so tight I’m gagging; I cannot break it free Where is my head? It must be said I toss and turn When will I learn? For such a long time I’ve denied that I am close to paranoid A lazy bastard, maybe so, but one in absolute control Oh, how I got it so wrong, that is not the first It’s in weed-free time that I’m at my worse Avoid it, destroy it, pretend things will be fine Even though I’m scared and I want to stay indoors with my time A constant fear that bites away my confidence Yet I can’t deny it’s a passion and I’m hooked onto that taste Where is my head? It must be said I toss and turn When will I learn? My hideaway, a safe retreat where things will always seem OK A higher state, that never seems to tire on me But I can’t doubt that this is starting to decay my personality My alarm clock starts the day on the worst possible of notes A tone that will be set in stone that opposites my monotone Oh, how the worse is over, now I’m here to say That I’ve learnt to handle any rotten day I need it, I hate it, obliterated will A simple plant that has seen me through the best times of my life But how it fucks me over when I want things done With a hold so tight I’m gagging; I cannot break it free Where is my head? It must be said I toss and turn When will I learn? Where is my head? It must be said I toss and turn When will I learn?
3.
Box Packer 05:21
Good morning, this is your benefit, benefit Enjoy it, after all it is for free Have you thought about getting a job yet? Well tell me, what the fuck I’m meant to do? You not remember, I’m the one who you let get screwed? Where were you when I still had things to prove? Head up It’s too late now Head up It’s too late now Head up It’s too late now Head up It’s too late now Not that easy, I have heard this before And clearly, you’re just not trying that hard Look here, box packer, four pounds an hour You’re joking, I got kids to support And as for my eroding self-dignity You are breaking me; I can’t go on like this Head up It’s too late now Head up It’s too late now Head up It’s too late now Head up It’s too late now ’m waiting for nothing but holding my breath As the future appears so much bleaker than this Panic that’s gripping my whole fucked routine And a silence affecting all my family Check this ticking time bomb And toast to my choice Of preventing a crumbling And wasting more cash I cannot believe that I’m wholly to blame for I’ve been through this system, I’m not too impressed So, the vote came in and we said “more pain, Ta We adore your talk ‘Cos we hate the other We can now speak free, you can rule forever” As the racists come to play So, the vote came in and we said “more pain, ta We adore your talk ‘Cos we hate the other We can now speak free, you can rule forever” As the bosses get their ways And he says… Good morning, this is your benefit, benefit Enjoy it, after all it is for free Have you thought about getting a job yet? Well tell me, what the fuck I’m meant to do? You not remember, I’m the one who you let get screwed? Where were you when I still had things to prove? He’s set up She’s set up
4.
Since I’ve been young, I’ve always sensed something wrong A sinister thought, spawned by the old Corruption so cruel, robbery of the youth The cancer of progress, the first betrayal These fuckers don’t just own the seeds that we sow The shops where we slave or the burgers we fry Final tragedy what our rules possess Mental production their most treasured conquest Divide and Rule Who is the new enemy? It’s no surprise The same throughout history Divide and Rule Who is the new enemy? It’s no surprise The same throughout history I have here an important message from God He says he’s concerned and he’d like to help out The problem it seems is the lack of belief Subdue yourself now for the sweet afterlife One sorry factor in this horror story There are none quite as great as our home-grown elite We stand by the battles our grandfathers fought We rid ourselves clean of guilty afterthoughts Divide and Rule Who is the new enemy? It’s no surprise The same throughout history Divide and Rule Who is the new enemy? It’s no surprise The same throughout history You rob us of our free time and pitch us against our friends Let it be, on your head Appreciate the power, realise who pulls the strings Unity will bring us strength So close so many times with punishments worse than defeat Beat us back, tread with care A satisfaction gained from the sole strength of our beliefs Raise your fist, prepare to fight It’s essential you see Listen to the class-analyser You’d like to disagree? Then prepare for a war to the end It sounds harsh but it’s what we inherit It’s not our legacy We are proud of our struggles and fuck-ups Try and shake our belief You rob us of our free time and pitch us against our friends Let it be, on your head Appreciate the power, realise who pulls the strings Unity will bring us strength So close so many times with punishments worse than defeat Beat us back, tread with care A satisfaction gained from the sole strength of our beliefs Raise your fist, prepare to fight Since I’ve been young, I’ve always sensed something wrong A sinister thought, spawned by the old Corruption so cruel, robbery of the youth The cancer of progress, the first betrayal These fuckers don’t just own the seeds that we sow The shops where we slave or the burgers we fry Final tragedy what our rules possess Mental production their most treasured conquest Divide and Rule Who is the new enemy? It’s no surprise The same throughout history Divide and Rule Who is the new enemy? It’s no surprise The same throughout history Divide and Rule Who is the new enemy? It’s no surprise The same throughout history Divide and Rule Who is the new enemy? It’s no surprise The same throughout history
5.
Downer 04:52
I had a bad day and so did you Exactly what should we resume? Hard up, stressed out, scraping by Not even got much to say I like to watch life passing by Its twists and turns, what’s left behind Get old, regret everything Can’t say I achieved my dreams I’d like to welcome you to a life that follows no plan A constant fight with reason and all of her friends Prepare for mental torment and physical pain What I would give to go back, would I do it again? My eyes glued to the clock as my stomach cramps up and my heart-beat is jumping There’s no stopping these thoughts as I’m biting my nails just to fill up these ashtrays Stuck in a rut and I could get real used to this ‘Cos we gave up long ago, it rotted inside out So, I’m back here again to deliver the sin of not learning from last time This eternal flaw, a familiar tour of a life-time spent wondering Sick of all remedies, this soul will not be soothed I got down here to Hell OK, just can’t find my way back I had a bad day and so did you Exactly what should we resume? Hard up, stressed out, scraping by Not even got much to say I’d like to welcome you to a life that follows no plan A constant fight with reason and all of her friends Prepare for mental torment and physical pain What I would give to go back, would I do it again?
6.
We struggle on through mindless hours and half-day shifts These bitter thoughts, they harden up and manifest This fight that you started is our training ground Prepare for the terror of the working man Let’s not forget, what they enjoy is robbed of us And what a price, we have to pay, it breaks the heart An additive diet and a lust for booze A school that was rotten it had books full of lies The truth is hard to find through this clouded life The hunt continues on, oblivious of choice Try to fear nothing but sometimes it feels as if The words are all we have We grow as one, through common cause and battered dreams These seeds of hope, are left behind from battles fought Don’t fall for the tale that this old game is up Don’t stifle your anger it has just begun Reflect again, promises sold, what we were told Begin to fade, this bitter rage is setting in The time to rise up may never come again The key is in unity and one clear plan The truth is hard to find through this clouded life The hunt continues on, oblivious of choice Try to fear nothing but sometimes it feels as if The words are all we have We struggle on through mindless hours and half-day shifts These bitter thoughts, they harden up and manifest This fight that you started is our training ground Prepare for the terror of the working woman The truth is hard to find through this clouded life The hunt continues on, oblivious of choice Try to fear nothing but sometimes it feels as if The words are all we have
7.
Decondition 04:30
What do you think? Where did you get all those thoughts from? What do you believe? Can you say there is not more? Decondition; I’m afraid the only remedy Dissemble everything you thought was real I can’t help but carry on My trusted old ideals You break them and you break me I am safe and I am free Stuck in a rut Held back by insecurity A familiar book From a familiar library All hail to reasoned rationality But don’t question you wouldn’t want to cause a scene I can’t help but carry on My trusted old ideals You break them and you break me I am safe and I am free Don’t roll over This stench it must be smelt by all Don’t be too scared There are many in this boat Hands on tables Open minds and common goals We can get there Just a little common action and a new theory What do you think? Where did you get all those thoughts from? What do you believe? Can you say there is not more? Decondition; I’m afraid the only remedy Dissemble everything you thought was real I can’t help but carry on My trusted old ideals You break them and you break me I am safe and I am free
8.
Our friends are round for the weekend I guarantee it’ll be one for the book We’ve settled down with our weed now But the booze still plays a vital role Half an ounce should be plenty we don’t intend to do much for a while Kick back and light up a big one Simultaneous mischievous smiles A morning J To set the tone of our day Instant escape A quiet relief I am at ease The music plays more grateful ears These tunes they sound so good Hand me the strings, I’m high I write Like I thought I never could I like to roll for my breakfast It gets me straight before I go to work I roll again when I get back The perfect wind-down take me to the plain Our pay is in, weed is plenty There are no stresses for the next few nights My mind expands to the off-beat Superior music I fuckin’ swear The dog-eat-dog World that we have to put up with It has to be The main reason we do this shit So, don’t feed me that tabloid crap of negativity So far so good I’m holding up with a grin that’s as wide as my mind I woke up today and I thought never again For so long denied that its nothing but a trap I’m broken and burnt and it’s fucked my mental health I remember the days when it gave me such joy You can never find peace when dependant on a high Cos you’re running away when you should be fronting up As you see what it shows and the message has sunk in It’s a struggle at first But you break free into life’s real high Our friends are round for the weekend I guarantee it’ll be one for the book We’ve settled down with our weed now But the booze still plays a vital role Half an ounce should be plenty we don’t intend to do much for a while Kick back and light up a big one Simultaneous mischievous smiles A morning J To set the tone of our day Instant escape A quiet relief I am at ease The music plays more grateful ears These tunes they sound so good Hand me the strings, I’m high I write Like I thought I never could
9.
Airhead 05:51
It is not often that I rant but this issue’s grating on me This is the tale of the spineless liberal Desperate to ease their middle-class guilt Eager to wear wristbands and badges Desperate to show their empathy Charity seems their only option Oh, how wrong those fuckers can be Be wary our good friends we’ll call liberal aggravators Believe it I think about this every day A viewpoint that satisfies our much-loved ruling classes “Reformist” would be only an undue flattery A question, I’ve read about some people just like you They seemed to have littered all of my history books Betrayers, backstabbers and the sell-outs of our class The smell of utopia is making me feel sick Bow down, better believe it or you’ll burn in hell too. Wake up, this is no place to air your Menshevik blues Airhead, airhead, I got a problem; I’m easily amused Fuck this drivel Ten years on the liberals are defending their old masters With no shame they push their dying ideology The centrists, despicable and sickening pretenders They must be eradicated from our honest cause Their number is up and their cards are marked on a platter Go get them and chase them out of our movement Bare-faced, brass-necked and soulless, sour, washed-up careerists I welcome this time of seeing them crushed into the ground Bow down, better believe it or you’ll burn in hell too. Wake up, this is no place to air your Menshevik blues Airhead, airhead, I got a problem; I’m easily amused Fuck this drivel Divulge the truth they hide from us Destroy the enemy within A chance has come to build a better world So take it up and don’t look back The wolves are out to break it all back down So hold them off and choke their plans Divulge the truth they hide from us Destroy the enemy within Be wary our good friends we’ll call liberal aggravators Believe it I think about this every day A viewpoint that satisfies our much-loved ruling classes “Reformist” would be only an undue flattery A question, I’ve read about some people just like you They seemed to have littered all of my history books Betrayers, backstabbers and the sell-outs of our class The smell of utopia is making me feel sick Bow down, better believe it or you’ll burn in hell too. Wake up, this is no place to air your Menshevik blues Airhead, airhead, I got a problem; I’m easily amused Fuck this drivel
10.
Skint 04:49
All I know is I don’t have too much So shut up, I’m trying to forget it Everything I earn sets me the same, hold on, I must have more to offer? Hard times, an aching in my gut This hunger’s biting all I wanna do is spew up Jealous and fucking proud of it So don’t you tell me that I’m nothing but bone idle There are times I feel so exhausted, I miss my hand There is nothing I’d like more than a chance to prove myself It seems funny how there’s always something, excuse, excuse Maybe denial only represents the last defence Here we go, the meter’s gone again Too late, a night in with the candles In my face the gains that are being made So long, I’m off, a better deal My crimes, they get me out of this They give me something when you fucking gave me nothing So, come back when there’s alternatives The real robbers are the ones who stole it all first There are times I feel so exhausted, I miss my hand There is nothing I’d like more than a chance to prove myself It seems funny how there’s always something, excuse, excuse Maybe denial only represents the last defence As I look to town, I can’t help but frown As money’s pouring in and cranes patrol the sky As we build these digs for the bourgeoisie They brought their yuppy culture Drained our city’s blood Pushed us out and robbed us blind As the rain pours down Just to make the point And our homes leak through As theirs pierce the clouds When there’s nothing There’s nothing to lose Do they not fear this rage inside me? For I’m now free And when you are too We’ll take it back and more All I know is I don’t have too much So shut up, I’m trying to forget it Everything I earn sets me the same, hold on, I must have more to offer? Hard times, an aching in my gut This hunger’s biting all I wanna do is spew up Jealous and fucking proud of it So don’t you tell me that I’m nothing but bone idle
11.
Bees 'N Ez 04:21
A conversation held that would be straight to the point: I don’t believe in many things He said he’s nothing but a grain of sand on a beach, might as well enjoy being it I don’t know why the hell I even tried to convince I sympathise way too much The pub is far more tempting and provides a relief too convenient to be refused I wanna spend my weekends poppin’ pills I’d rather spend my nights off smokin’ weed I’d love to think change could be made I’ll be there when the revolution comes But I don’t care and I have no enemies Another friend of mine: I got a carrot to chase and the scent is sending me spinning There aint a lot on offer but there’s my soul to sell, the only route to security I’ll climb this greasy ladder till I get to the top and I know that thought is killing me But my time here’s far, far too short and what else have I got I don’t mind this life much anyway I wanna spend my weekends poppin’ pills I’d rather spend my nights off smokin’ weed I’d love to think change could be made I’ll be there when the revolution comes But I don’t care and I have no enemies A conversation held that would be straight to the point: I don’t believe in many things He said he’s nothing but a grain of sand on a beach, might as well enjoy being it I don’t know why the hell I even tried to convince I sympathise way too much The pub is far more tempting and provides a relief too convenient to be refused Grab what you can while there’s time Join the race to line your own hand Should we feel guilty of goals? While the world around us crumbles Choices in direction of where our lives go, what path to choose I get so cut up deep inside this soul of mine Excuses and stories of decline Is there a line one can simply draw? Between careers and social onus? We are entering the end Time of eternal war Fight for the last resource Prepare for harder days
12.
We come here every Friday to relieve ourselves from work Saturday it is done better than the night before Let all hell break loose as we come to hit this town The paradise of binge drinking our pressure-cooker valve We come here every Friday to relieve ourselves from work Saturday it is done better than the night before Let all hell break loose as we come to hit this town The paradise of binge drinking our pressure-cooker valve Forget about the troubles you deliberate all week Forget about the debts preventing you to get to sleep Reminisce of good times, God, we’re getting old Raise your glass to the Holy Inebriate The boozin’ is needed The boozin’ is needed The boozin’ is needed (We) anticipate the illness, we can overlook the crimes (We) relish drunk behaviour and we welcome lazy minds This is one we’re proud of, our trusted friends The opiate of trouble, watch us beat them back unarmed Embrace this drunken stupor, sup this poison ‘till you drop Pour the forgetting liquor we will tell you when to stop Now you’ve got the thirst there’s not much you can do But just so you know, we’ve smothered your rebellion The boozin’ is needed The boozin’ is needed The boozin’ is needed The walk home from the pub, perfect time for a drunken debate Exaggeration of booze probably not my best friend My room starts to turn, what’s the point in all this? Rapid decay into mental abyss Will someone help me? (We) anticipate the illness, we can overlook the crimes (We) relish drunk behaviour and we welcome lazy minds This is one we’re proud of, our trusted friends The opiate of trouble, watch us beat them back unarmed Embrace this drunken stupor, sup this poison ‘till you drop Pour the forgetting liquor we will tell you when to stop Now you’ve got the thirst there’s not much you can do But just so you know, we’ve smothered your rebellion
13.
Today I tried my best to avoid everyone Maybe better off I’d not thought that thought at all Crossed paths, old trails, chance encounters lay ahead Embrace or ignore? Chance or laid out on a plate? I dunno, let us just roll, to the beat of this unruly world Open up, enjoy the ride, or what else is there that’s to be had? Savour the good, learn from the bad, use your chance to make your own mark But as life goes on, I can’t help but feel, that there’s something laughing at us Today I couldn’t believe the many things I saw The friends that I had lost, the enemies I’d fought They seemed to roll up bearing gifts of solitude It left me grateful but now utterly bemused I dunno, let us just roll, to the beat of this unruly world Open up, enjoy the ride, or what else is there that’s to be had? Savour the good, learn from the bad, use your chance to make your own mark But as life goes on, I can’t help but feel, that there’s something laughing at us We are, we feel, we act as one, through many different eyes Suffer, struggle, evolve, revolt to climb unheard of heights Interconnect the dots of life, the earth, the seas, the sun Behold the clues in dialectics buried in this world Today I tried my best to avoid everyone Maybe better off I’d not thought that thought at all Crossed paths, old trails, chance encounters lay ahead Embrace or ignore? Chance or laid out on a plate? I dunno, let us just roll, to the beat of this unruly world Open up, enjoy the ride, or what else is there that’s to be had? Savour the good, learn from the bad, use your chance to make your own mark But as life goes on, I can’t help but feel, that there’s something laughing at us

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released December 18, 2020

Danny Corrigan - Drums
Ian Eccles - Bass Guitar
Richard Hill - Lead Guitar
Andy Willi - Guitar
Joe Tatton - Trombone, Backing Vocals
Ewan Mackenzie - Trombone, Backing Vocals
Alex Dowson - Trumpet
Robert Garstang - Alto Saxophone, Electric Organ
Mike Corrigan - Vocals, Guitar, Melodica

Produced by Kurt Wood @ Corner House Record Studio - Keighley
Artwork by Greg Meade @ Habitats Studio - Manchester

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Harijan Manchester, UK

9 piece Ska-Punk band from round Manchester way. 1st album, long time coming. Dedicated to friends and family both here and gone.

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