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Ironashley
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Ironashley bullied me and he winged my inner fairy
Impotent and ignorant in a manner lairy and scary.
Ironashley wears a mask, a hard and sunburned smug
"You're a pack-a-mac ponce and your hair's too long,
you should learn how to handle your booze".
Well now I'm 8 pints soaking and my bleeding scalp is freezing,
which speeding taxi should I let knock me down,
cus I just can't choose?
My Dad was in the army, and the tales he tells do scare me.
He could tell you ya don't need a gun to feel like a worthy son.
When I wouldn't have lasted 5 minutes,
17, skinny and quivering,
but maybe I would have hardened up
and my dick, I would be swinging.
Well now that you have grown some,
you can get 'em out of your purse.
Go give that blister of a sister of yours a mouthful of earth.
I was sitting in the lorry, and the things I hear disgust me.
I wonder what these boys would say to me,
had I been born a lady.
Wonder anymore, I needn't do,
my sister has a hundred stories,
and a savage rhyme for each and every time
she was made to feel de-humanised.
But I ain't sayin' I ain't guilty of feelin' marauding jealousy.
The killer in you is the killer in me,
and Im curing my skin to keep him in.
Here's a reality that I still struggle to accept as truth,
Unless we're called upon, she doesn't need me,
and she sure as fuck does not need you.
I guess I got some points to make and pin pricks they may be,
if you're a lad whose bastard dad told you "tears were your first mistake".
So lucky to live in a generation that acknowledges depression
as something more than just an absent smile,
not a self indulgent fiction.
But this fault in fatherhood, I cannot ignore.
I'm gunna put my heart to good use,
Lay a hand on a brother's shoulder and untie the family noose.
Behind your mask of misogyny and beneath the boot of patriarchy,
the face of a frightened little boy that we both claim we used to be.
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Ironashley bullied me and he winged my inner fairy
Impotent and ignorant in a manner lairy and scary.
Ironashley wears a mask, a hard and sunburned smug
"You're a pack-a-mac ponce and your hair's too long,
you should learn how to handle your booze".
Well now I'm 8 pints soaking and my bleeding scalp is freezing,
which speeding taxi should I let knock me down,
cus I just can't choose?
My Dad was in the army, and the tales he tells do scare me.
He could tell you ya don't need a gun to feel like a worthy son.
When I wouldn't have lasted 5 minutes,
17, skinny and quivering,
but maybe I would have hardened up
and my dick, I would be swinging.
Well now that you have grown some,
you can get 'em out of your purse.
Go give that blister of a sister of yours a mouthful of earth.
I was sitting in the lorry, and the things I hear disgust me.
I wonder what these boys would say to me,
had I been born a lady.
Wonder anymore, I needn't do,
my sister has a hundred stories,
and a savage rhyme for each and every time
she was made to feel de-humanised.
But I ain't sayin' I ain't guilty of feelin' marauding jealousy.
The killer in you is the killer in me,
and Im curing my skin to keep him in.
Here's a reality that I still struggle to accept as truth,
Unless we're called upon, she doesn't need me,
and she sure as fuck does not need you.
I guess I got some points to make and pin pricks they may be,
if you're a lad whose bastard dad told you "tears were your first mistake".
So lucky to live in a generation that acknowledges depression
as something more than just an absent smile,
not a self indulgent fiction.
But this fault in fatherhood, I cannot ignore.
I'm gunna put my heart to good use,
Lay a hand on a brother's shoulder and untie the family noose.
Behind your mask of misogyny and beneath the boot of patriarchy,
the face of a frightened little boy that we both claim we used to be.
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Jack Cookson Bristol, UK
Singer-songwriter / Producer / BBC Radio 2 Folk Award Nominee
Gigs:
www.bandsintown.com/JackCookson
Profile photo by Sarah Currie
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