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Scrutiny on the Bounty
03:03
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Scrutiny on the Bounty
Words & Music Cooke 2020
Gather round me hearties, a tale I have to tell
The captain drank the bilge water and his minds halfway to hell
Its mutiny of which I speak
The old sea dog is sick and weak
Let’s toss him to the briny deep
The little fishes have to eat
We’ll drink the clap of thunder and rinse it down with rum
a toast to all the scurvy dogs and lily-livered scum
Give the man no quarter, no heed for class or rank
Tie the hempen halter and march him down the plank
Avast ye! scallys, buccaneers
Peg legs, sea legs, privateers
Gather round and lend your ears
It’s revolution now we steer
Cleave him to the brisket, hang him from the sails
Feed his innards to the sharks, dead men tell no tales
No prey, no pay
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Planet of the Apps
04:39
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Planet of the Apps
Words and Music Cookie 2020
The curse of the young, is not knowing what it’s like to be old
The curse of the old, is knowing they can never be young again
Everybody living in the book of faces
Last testament for hopeless cases
Trout pout punctuates boots and braces
Sorting out the Jacks, Queens, Kings and Aces
The curse of the young, is not knowing what it’s like to be old
The curse of the old, is knowing they can never be young again
It’s a zoned-out zombie revolution
Everybody making their contribution
Wide eyed, brain dead, creeping cancer
Taking the knee to the necromancer
Alter ego, incognito, digging the dirt and fishing for secrets
Pissing on the flames of the disconnected
Swimming in the tears of the disaffected
The curse of the young, is not knowing what it’s like to be old
The curse of the old, is knowing they can never be young again
Digging in the dirt shat forth by chancers
Ending up with more questions than answers
Stuck between the memes of sheep and haters
It’s the best and worst of human nature
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You’re all talk
03:22
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You’re all talk
Words and music by Cookie 2020
Empty promises idle threats
No substance just silhouette, you’re all talk
Your tongue flaps back your tongue flaps forth
With words that make your face distort, you’re all talk
You can squawk the squawk, but can you walk the walk
You’re all talk
You flirt with fascist you lean to the right
You’re killer bark not kilobyte, you’re all talk
The older I get the shorter my fuse
I’ve less tolerance for squeakers like you, you’re all talk
You can squawk the squawk, but can you walk the walk
You’re all talk
Little billy bullshit……..
Like a German shepherd with a butcher’s bone
You’re busy blowing down your own trombone, you’re all talk
Persecute me with your hateful sound
Lashing your vile opinions around, you’re all talk
You can squawk the squawk, but can you walk the walk
You’re all talk
You don’t like this, you don’t like that
You’re up and down like a thermostat, you’re all talk
You can squawk the squawk, but can you walk the walk
You’re all talk
Little billy bullshit……
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Scrutiny on the bounty
Words & Music Cooke 2020
Gather round me hearties, a tale I have to tell
The captain drank the bilge water and his minds halfway to hell
Its mutiny of which I speak
The old sea dog is sick and weak
Let’s toss him to the briny deep
The little fishes have to eat
We’ll drink the clap of thunder and rinse it down with rum
a toast to all the scurvy dogs and lily-livered scum
Give the man no quarter, no heed for class or rank
Tie the hempen halter and march him down the plank
Avast ye! scallys, buccaneers
Peg legs, sea legs, privateers
Gather round and lend your ears
It’s revolution now we steer
Cleave him to the brisket, hang him from the sails
Feed his innards to the sharks, dead men tell no tales
No prey, no pay
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You’re all talk
Words and music by Cookie 2020
Empty promises idle threats
No substance just silhouette, you’re all talk
Your tongue flaps back your tongue flaps forth
With words that make your face distort, you’re all talk
You can squawk the squawk, but can you walk the walk
You’re all talk
You flirt with fascist you lean to the right
You’re killer bark not kilobyte, you’re all talk
The older I get the shorter my fuse
I’ve less tolerance for squeakers like you, you’re all talk
You can squawk the squawk, but can you walk the walk
You’re all talk
Little billy bullshit……..
Like a German shepherd with a butcher’s bone
You’re busy blowing down your own trombone, you’re all talk
Persecute me with your hateful sound
Lashing your vile opinions around, you’re all talk
You can squawk the squawk, but can you walk the walk
You’re all talk
You don’t like this, you don’t like that
You’re up and down like a thermostat, you’re all talk
You can squawk the squawk, but can you walk the walk
You’re all talk
Little billy bullshit……
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Cookie Nottingham, UK
Born and raised in the Shire of Nottingham, England.
Punk found me in my youth and shaped
my life.
Played in bands Solvent Abuse and The Little Pigs, now just me and the six string.
Continually evolving music wise, it bores me to stand still!
Punk continues to shape my life.
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