Please go to "Break The Bonds Of Despotism" to donate! Please support all of Kevin's projects. He is amazing. Go hither and looking through his projects and tick the "support TBS projects" button.I know them all, but the "Forever Family" project is especially touching. Forever Family: We turn to discover inner city children their "forever families" as whole sibling units.
Anyone who cares enough about what goes on in the inner-city will generally pay attention to intelligence reports, academic studies, read books (including novels from people such as Richard Price), watch documentaries, and use any list of other sources to see a bit about that portion of our community.One who does that (such as me) will recognise that rather a few residents there do not trust or for any act of other reasons dislike the police.
[Chorus]We ain`t got no time(No clock on these streets, everybody`s hungry and stressful to eat)In the metropolis of gold (Everybody`s out for their own, it`s hot round `ere even when your out in the cold)Tryin to get me some sunshine (It`s tough to obtain peace here, never can you be easy, always gotta beware)An avoid the patrol (But that`s life in the interior city, up to bother trying not to get collared by the piggies)Ah yea
[Verse 2]Time`s preciousAn it moves fast in a city total of bright lights and tight dressesMedusa`s that`ll seduce ya if ya ain`t readyA city that makes few and breaks manyThe city I`m in`s, less like the metropolis of goldMore like the metropolis of sinWhere everybody`s in it to winFrom villainous nippers to city slickers with sinister grinsStraight, ain`t religous, nalways been into hynmsAn I pushed bars before I`d ever been in a gymSo for my freedom I keep hopingCause I don`t wanna walk through the doors these keys openI don`t know if you reckon it`s nice or something?But I can show you a different side to LondonTo think you came hither for the treasure?But nobody ever came hither for the weather
[Chorus]We ain`t got no time(No clock on these streets, everybody`s hungry and stressful to eat)In the metropolis of gold (Everybody`s out for their own, it`s hot round `ere even when your out in the cold)Tryin to get me some sunshine (It`s tough to obtain peace here, never can you be easy, always gotta beware)An avoid the patrol (But that`s life in the interior city, up to bother trying not to get collared by the piggies)Ah yea
[Verse 3]Jack the lad I put the work inFor the salary of sinEven if by some poor sod`s lossI care not I will have the winMany came so good of hopeOnly to be deflatedThe roads we walk ain`t paved in goldAlone is how our days spentDon`t think cause I`m polite that I`m nice gOr cause I`m well dressed I ain`t grimyI got food for them city headsJust another aggie yout that the city breadThe cloud I`m under thunders loudI ain`t waiting for the day the sun comes outIf you inquire what I`m under nowThe same s-t I was and leave be till I`m underground
[Chorus]We ain`t got no time(No clock on these streets, everybody`s hungry and stressful to eat)In the metropolis of gold (Everybody`s out for their own, it`s hot round `ere even when your out in the cold)Tryin to get me some sunshine (It`s tough to obtain peace here, never can you be easy, always gotta beware)An avoid the patrol (But that`s life in the interior city, up to bother trying not to get collared by the piggies)Ah yea
[Chorus] We ain`t got no time (No clock on these streets, everybody`s hungry and stressful to eat) In the metropolis of gold (Everybody`s out for their own, it`s hot round `ere even when your out in the cold) Tryin to get me some sunshine (It`s tough to obtain peace here, never can you be easy, always gotta beware) An avoid the patrol (But that`s life in the interior city, up to bother trying not to get collared by the piggies) Ah yea
[Verse 2] Time`s precious An it moves fast in a city total of bright lights and tight dresses Medusa`s that`ll seduce ya if ya ain`t ready A city that makes few and breaks many The city I`m in`s, less like the metropolis of gold More similar the metropolis of sin Where everybody`s in it to win From villainous nippers to city slickers with sinister grins Straight, ain`t religous, nalways been into hynms An I pushed bars before I`d ever been in a gym So for my freedom I keep hoping Cause I don`t wanna walk through the doors these keys open I don`t know if you believe it`s nice or something? But I can shew you a different side to London To recall you came hither for the prize? But nobody ever came hither for the weather
[Chorus] We ain`t got no time (No clock on these streets, everybody`s hungry and stressful to eat) In the metropolis of gold (Everybody`s out for their own, it`s hot round `ere even when your out in the cold) Tryin to get me some sunshine (It`s tough to obtain peace here, never can you be easy, always gotta beware) An avoid the patrol (But that`s life in the interior city, up to bother trying not to get collared by the piggies) Ah yea
[Verse 3] Jack the lad I put the act in For the pay of sin Even if by some poor sod`s loss I wish not I will consider the win Many came so good of hope Entirely to be deflated The roads we walk ain`t paved in gold Alone is how our days spent Don`t think cause I`m polite that I`m nice g Or cause I`m well dressed I ain`t grimy I got food for them city heads Just another aggie yout that the city bread The cloud I`m under thunders loud I ain`t waiting for the day the sun comes out If you inquire what I`m under now The same s-t I was and leave be till I`m underground
[Chorus] We ain`t got no time (No clock on these streets, everybody`s hungry and stressful to eat) In the metropolis of gold (Everybody`s out for their own, it`s hot round `ere even when your out in the cold) Tryin to get me some sunshine (It`s tough to obtain peace here, never can you be easy, always gotta beware) An avoid the patrol (But that`s life in the interior city, up to bother trying not to get collared by the piggies) Ah yea
Rarely has a single scandal summed up almost all the current pathologies of the corrupt Washington scene, combining insider bailouts, revolving-door influence peddling, racial-identity politics, subsidies for failing institutions that make a proven record of partisan Democratic politics, and Democratic efforts to reward wealthy friends under the pretext of social justice.
"Inner City Unit, a devolving London five piece whose music is so far over the boundary that it almost defies comprehension, Had the Bonzo Dog Band spent the `70s attending muddy rock festivals this might have been the outcome."
Ira Robbins, "The Trouser Press Record Guide"
In April 1979 the first ICU converged at Turners Caddilac Ranch the guilty parties were:
Nik Turner - Vox & Sax,
Dead Fred - Vox &
