Down Our Street

This was a recent performance poem true to life around certain parts. On My Space The Nerve asked me for some poems to set to their trance pieces. This is the only one done so far and is still a work in progress - only some of the words are on this version but I like it. All done on line - I've not met them - I send an mp3 with the voice on and they cut and paste it - process it as they will. The Nerve also do a great version of Waiting for my Man by Lou Reed with Una Luna on vocals. She does the backing vocals for Down Our Street. It's my voice and the backing is the Nerve. I suggested they have a argument in the background. The scenario is that the bloke comes in drunk, is given shepherds pie but thinks it soup and argument comences. Halfway through they make love and make up but then argue again and he walks out. So there's a laylet, poem and trance music in there!

The Nerve My Space

DOWN OUR STREET

by Trev Teasdel 2006

Down our street

The men bugger off

Leave the kids in the trough.

So the wives sleep around

With everyone in town

So now they’re all related

To people that they hated

Things are really neat

Down our Street.

Down our street

The neighbourhood watch is always alert

Reporting crimes and digging up dirt

And the gossips write a novel

About each and every hovel

And their kids have shady eyes

Even the police are streetwise to their lies

And the Sheep Don’t bleat

Down our Street.

Down our Street

They’ll scratch your car and steal your fence

Then have the gall to ask for 50 pence.

Their garden hops never stop

with invisible cloaks to fool the cops

They say they’ve got nowt to do

smoking ganga up a chimney flue

they never miss a beat

Down our street.

Down our Street

The men are doing up old bangers

Their garages look like airplane hangers

They are black with oil

And stink of toil

And the engines never seem to go

They’d be better off with a boat to row

You need a licence for your feet

Down Our Street.

Down our street

The council are never seen

If they lived here they’d go green

If you complain they don’t know what you mean

They spend all the money on Bell Air Green

The council say it’s not their scene

Acknowledging this estate will spoil their dream

We’re chaff and they’re wheat

Down our street.

Down our Street

It’s a crop circle situation

People don’t want this aggravation

But they start up hostilities

If you suggest giving the kids facilities

The council are no hopers

They won’t confront the contradictions of their voters

Absurdity can’t be beat

Down our Street.