FIGHT THE SYSTEM

Why all the long faces, where have all the happy one’s gone?

Time’s are hard to make end meat, tell me tell me, whets gone wrong?

Cut your nose of to spite your face and smile through gritted teeth,

You’re the one, who’s going to be the looser,

Speak out now you could be a winner.

Are you satisfied with the way things are?

You’re the only one who could make or break the habit

Fight, fight ,fight the system.

Fight, fight ,fight the system.

Fight, fight ,fight the system. It’s all you have to do.

It’s all you have to do.

Someone told me that God loves a tryer, so  I gave it my best shot.

I  found to my advantage where the way to the top,

Stands to reason if you speak your mind, all you have to do is speak out loud.

All you have to do is stand firm, stands to reason I stand proud.

Fight, fight, fight the system.

Fight, fight, fight the system.

Fight, fight, fight the system. Its all you have to do.

It’s all you have to do.

Move along; move along your causing an obstruction.

Cant you see you parasites are causing such destruction.

There is a wrong way and a right way to do it,

I’m not telling you to go out a riot,

Do it honourably, do it peacefully, does it legally.

Fight, fight , fight the system.

Fight, fight , fight the system.

Fight, fight , fight the system. It’s all you have to do.

It’s all you have to do.

It’s all you have to do.

It’s all you have to do. Ever have to do.

Fight the system.

Written by Phil Todhunter..1985

Recorded at The Dungeon 8 track studio.1987.

Thanks to Martin Howard, guitar, keyboard and production.

Phil Todhunter on vocals.woops.

Copyright…PMC..

Do 1 Music....07/05/2009..

 


 

EVERYBODY NEED’S LOVE

Take a look at your life, take one sharp breath.

Take on step back wood’s told me what do you see?

Theirs no ring on my finger, theirs no strings to tie me down,

Theirs no mother to mother me, theirs no job to get me down.

Get me down.

Everybody needs love all over the world,

Tell someone that you love them, ill tells my girl.

Everybody needs love, everybody needs affection

Tell someone that you love them give them your protection.

Everybody needs love all over the world,

Tell someone that you love them, ill tell my girl

Everybody needs love, everybody needs affection

Tell someone that you love them give them your protection.

Everybody needs love all over the world,

Tell someone that you love them,. ill tell my girl

Everybody, Everybody, Everybody needs love.

Everybody, everybody needs love.

As the trees get older, as the autumn leaves fall,

I thought I heard a rumour; it was the writing on the wall.

As the darkness surrounds us as the sun goes down.

You’ve got to put on a brave face when the chips are down,

When the chips are down.

Everybody needs love all over the world,

Tell someone that you love them, ill tells my girl.

Everybody needs love, everybody needs affection

Tell someone that you love them give them your protection.

Everybody needs love all over the world,

Tell someone that you love them, ill tell my girl

Everybody needs love, everybody needs affection

Tell someone that you love them give them your protection.

Everybody needs love all over the world,

Tell someone that you love them,. ill tell my girl

Everybody, Everybody, Everybody needs love.

Everybody, everybody needs love.

Written by Phil Todhunter…1987

Recorded at The Dungeon…1988

Thanks to martin Howard for guitars, keyboard and production,

 Phil Todhunter on vocals.woops.

COPYRIGHT…PMC

.Do 1 Productions.07/05/2009

 


 


 

WHAT’S YOUR POISON

My friend told me had a problem but it was under control.

I said don’t be stupid; your little problem is too hard to hold.

He didn’t listen now it’s too late,

My foolish friend has sealed his fate.

I said I warned him, I said I told him, to no avail.

Beware of the vice’s the sugar’s and the spice’s, their all things nice’.

But their poison.

What’s your poison my friend, what’s your poison my friend?

It will make you and break you it will get you in the end.

What’s your poison my friend, what’s your poison my friend?

It will make you and break you it will get you in the end.

My friend’s mother she asked me, did I know of her son?

I couldn’t lie, I told the truth, she said you fool what have you done.

He didn’t listen, now it’s too late, your foolish son has sealed his fate.

I said I warned him, I said I told him, to no avail.

Beware of the vice’s the sugar’s and the spice’s, their all things nice’.

But their poison.

What’s your poison my friend, what’s your poison my friend?

It will make you and break you it will get you in the end.

What’s your poison my friend, what’s your poison my friend?

It will make you and break you it will get you in the end.

My friend told me had a problem but it was under control.

I said don’t be stupid; your little problem is too hard to hold.

He didn’t listen now it’s too late,

My foolish friend has sealed his fate.

I said I warned him, I said I told him, to no avail.

Beware of the vice’s the sugar’s and the spice’s, their all things nice’.

But their poison.

What’s your poison my friend, what’s your poison my friend?

It will make you and break you it will get you in the end.

What’s your poison my friend, what’s your poison my friend?

It will make you and break you it will get you in the end.

Get you in the end.

Get you in the end.

Written by Phil Todhunter..1988

Recorded at The Dungeon 8 track studio.1989.

Thanks to Martin Howard, guitar, keyboard and production.

Phil Todhunter on vocals.woops.07/05/2009

 

SLEEPING RUDEBOY.

Sleeping rude boy, 2-tone toddy has been resurrected.

From the ashes of 81  you could say he has been infected.

He wrote songs and persevered but they were all rejected.

So time went by the kids grew up he became quite respected.

He was a student of life and in the songs I think this is reflected.

So in 2009 there is no excuse its time to get perfected.

How bad do you want this how long can you wait?

If the dream is still alive then it cant be too late.

How bad do you want me how long can you wait?

When it’s bad it’s bad when it’s good it’s really great.

I answered an add on the internet to form a ska band.

My dreams were answered but their was no magic wand.

It was slow so I took control and did things how I planned.

Made some friends and banged some heads now mine was out of the sand.

You cant take the the ska from a rude boy like we take the fruit of the land.

Thanks to technology and face book the answer was there right at hand.

How bad do you want this how long can you wait?

If the dream is still alive then it cant be too late.

How bad do you want me how long can you wait?

When it’s bad it’s bad when it’s good it’s really great.

You cant put the dots on the I’s or the cross on the t’s.

Everything for a reason said the honey to the bees.

Just like a force of nature a nice summer breeze.

Like a bird singing before it lands amongst the trees.

The answer is there but you can’t see the dog for the fleas.

My conclusion is never let things get you to your knees.

How bad do you want this how long can you wait?

If the dream is still alive then it cant be too late.

How bad do you want me how long can you wait?

When it’s bad it’s bad when it’s good it’s really great.

Written Phil Todhunter.15/05/09

Copyright pmc.Do 1 music.

 

THE HONEYMOON IS OVER

Theirs such a fine line between love and hate.

Once I opened my mouth I knew it was a mistake.

F16’s were launched im afraid it was too late.

Try to bite your lip and control your own fate.

Damage limitation was the best course of action.

I don’t wont my bunny boiled in a fatal attraction.

Words are like weapons keep your foot in your mouth

It’s the same all over from the north to the south.

We fight like cat and dog then breed like cattle

You smoke like a chimney then I hit the bottle.

Ill take my ball home you throw out the rattle.

You wont win this war you may win the battle.

The honeymoon is over there’s no need to pretend.

I can’t help feeling we would be better off as good friends.

Yes Ive made mistakes like the things I’ve never done.

It’s hard to say your sorry when your mouth is like a gun,

Some time things are said some with regrets.

Can’t control my own actions just like tourettes   

They say opposites attract that’s just a mystery.

From Adam and Eve just check out your history

Where like chalk and cheese but nothing with out each other.

Hate is a powerful word so don’t use it on your brother.

The honeymoon is over there’s no need to pretend.

I can’t help feeling we would be better off as good friends.

Yes Ive made mistakes like the things ive never done.

It’s hard to say your sorry when your mouth is like a gun.

The honeymoon is over theirs no need to pretend.

I can’t help feeling we would be better off as good friends.

Yes Ive made mistakes like the things ive never done.

It’s hard to say your sorry when your mouth is like a gun.

Written by Phil Todhunter..9/6/9..started 2002

Copyright PMC..Do1 Music 09/06/2009

 

VOTE FOR PINOCCHIO

You heard the one about the politician, who actually told the truth.

No neither have I but im a little long in the tooth.

Were not daft or stupid we just hate all the white lies.

When there’s no funding left we know who ate all the pies.

Who you going to vote for in the next general election?

Batman or Robin theirs such a selection.

They wouldn’t do any worse maybe a superhero.

You’re having a laugh its like sixty to zero.

Margaret had to stand down then came the Major.

The Blair witch disaster just answer your pager.

New guy in town smells like something Brown.

Could find in a Bush while shining his crown.

All have had a chance to put things right,

But the colour is grey not black or white.

Well I can’t believe we feel this way. Sixty five percent choose not to have their say.

What ever happened to our democracy, all tarred with the same brush with hypocrisy.

Sorry but I choose to abstain. For that is my god given right.

For at the end of tunnels surely you should see some light.

Pinocchio. Wo ho vote for Pinocchio.wo ho

Pinocchio. Wo ho vote for Pinocchio.wo ho.

S.D.P, Labour or Tory just well paid highwaymen it’s the same old story.

Educated to confuse us with words, check out your tax it will soon be two thirds.

Is truth a dirty word or is their something we should know.

At least when Pinocchio lies you can see his nose grow.

Pinocchio.Wo ho vote for Pinocchio.wo ho

Pinocchio.Wo ho vote for Pinocchio.wo ho.

Surely its not rocket science, cant you come up with some conclusion?

When you rob Peter to pay Paul seems to be your preferred solution.

Is truth a dirty word or is their something we should know.

At least when Pinocchio lies you can see his nose grow.

Pinocchio.Wo ho vote for Pinocchio.wo ho

Pinocchio.Wo ho vote for Pinocchio.wo ho..

Written by Phil todhunter.08/06/09..Rework of Love is just a yo-yo.

 

CREDIT CRUNCH

Yes we all take things for granted, are parents responsible for the seeds they’ve planted.

We want more it’s never enough, find out what you’re made have, when times are tough.

We knew it was coming we didn’t heed the signs; carried on regardless, sign of the times.

Now its upon us how are we gonna cope, better start praying because its too late for hope.

Theirs a storm coming still got time for lunch, repo waits for nothing, well thanks a bunch.

Harder times are coming well that’s a hunch, repo waits for nothing, well thanks a bunch.

No breakfast in the morning, might have to skip lunch.

Its two meals a day in the credit crunch.

No breakfast in the morning, might have to skip lunch.

Its two meals a day in the credit crunch.

We have had it good we can’t complain, if we all pull together and we take the strain.

Its time to appreciate just what you got, we’ve been taking and taking since the year dot.

So where not going to have an expensive holiday, we will put that on hold for another day.

So where not going to afford the second car, ill just have to walk to work its not that far.

Theirs a storm coming still got time for lunch, repo waits for nothing, well thanks a bunch.

Harder times are coming well that’s a hunch, repo waits for nothing, well thanks a bunch.

No breakfast in the morning, might have to skip lunch.

Its two meals a day in the credit crunch.

No breakfast in the morning, might have to skip lunch.

Its two meals a day in the credit crunch.

Letters through the door, always from Bill, and their always coloured red and always will.

No money in my pocket none in the bank, no food in the cupboard, no petrol in the tank.

Don’t you worry theirs always the plastic, when we going to realise that moneys not elastic.

The Euro is the wolf, the pound is the sheep, and the Dollar is the Shepard in line we got to keep.

Theirs a storm coming still got time for lunch, repo waits for nothing, well thanks a bunch.

Harder times are coming well that’s a hunch, repo waits for nothing, well thanks a bunch.

No breakfast in the morning, might have to skip lunch.

Its two meals a day in the credit crunch.

No breakfast in the morning, might have to skip lunch.

Its two meals a day in the credit crunch.

Theirs nothing wrong with corn beef ash, roast beef has gone got to be careful with the cash.

Theirs nothing wrong with council pop, gone have all the luxury’s they had to get the chop.

Theirs nothing wrong with catching the bus, or getting on your push iron, shake off the rust.

Theirs nothing wrong with doing the car boot, one mans rubbish may be another mans loot.

Theirs a storm coming still got time for lunch, repo waits for nothing, well thanks a bunch.

Harder times are coming well that’s a hunch, repo waits for nothing, well thanks a bunch.

You know life is the boss, the student and the teacher; life is the judge, the jury and the preacher.

Try not to live to work, but you have to work to live, please don’t get confused with take and give.

You’re a better person from lessons you have learned; you should think twice and not get burned.

Theirs one thing sure we wont stop learning, sure as air we breathe and the world keeps turning.

Spare a thought before we start crying, for the homeless and the starving and those who are dieing.

No breakfast in the morning, might have to skip lunch.

Its two meals a day in the credit crunch.

No breakfast in the morning, might have to skip lunch.

Its two meals a day in the credit crunch.

Written by Phil Todhunter.. ..21/04/09..

Copyright. PMC.

.Do 1 MUSIC.07/05/2009

 

IGNORING IGNORANCE

Every day of your life we have decisions to make.

Decisions, decisions which one shall I take.

Sometimes they are wrong we make a mistake.

The line is so fine between love and hate.

If I am wrong do I burden the weight?

Or except the consequences dished up on my plate.

Do I protest my innocence in the land of the free?

Do I stick in the boot for not liking what I see?

Do I turn a blind eye and let things be.

The decision is for you and for me.

Should I waste my breath and give you my time.

Is this what you want to bring me into line.

If you call me a name do I consider it a crime?

Do I show you true colours and how to shine?

Do I laugh in your face and fuel the fire.

Or sit on the fence like a bird on a wire.

Do I turn and run or turn my cheek.

Shall I raise my fist or follow like sheep.

Every one has beliefs you may not like.

If you don’t agree doesn’t mean they’re not right.

Doesn’t make you a coward for not joining the fight.

Am I fool for not sharing your views.

I wont read the newspaper or watch you on the news.

I choose to ignore, ignorance.

Goodbye have a nice day.

Written by Phil Todhunter Nov 2009-11-04

Copyright PMC…

Do1 MUSIC

TOWER BLOCK TALKING.

The usual suspects out again seven pints later eight ..nine ten...

You know you should stop but that’s five pints too late.

When you’re in the mood you could down a full crate.

Should have something to eat before you hit town.

Its ok ill gets a curry later bang some more beer down.

You get the munchies eat loads of crisps and nuts,

You can feel the concoction building up in your guts.

One step at a time am I walking on the moon?

Is that my head spinning or is it just the room?

I’m asked politely to be on my way.

Id says something clever if I knew what to say.

My mouth try’s to open but my mind is too slow.

When inhibitions are gone you always make a show

I wake up cold in a puddle in the gutter.

Betting slips discarded some punters lost his flutter.

In the distance is a concrete tree; no it’s a tower block.

It’s talking; it’s talking to me. Is that a lamppost?

Is that a lamppost talking to me? I must be. I must be out of my tree.

The usual suspects out again seven pints later eight ..nine ten...

The boys said it was good a real top night.

Can’t remember tunes dancing or the fight.

Got stains down my shirt the chilli sauce smells nice.

My mouths like a flip-flop with half eaten rice.

Hundred bar down just shrapnel left to show.

Got a bite on my neck and a bruise on my toe.

Same time next week it’s called stuck in a rut.

Propping up the bar till meathead says shut.

The moneys all gone like cells in my brain.

Pissed against a wall and straight down the drain.

A number on my hand in bright red lipstick.

Eyes half shut and head like a house brick.

I wake up cold in a puddle in the gutter.

Betting slips discarded some punters lost his flutter.

In the distance is a concrete tree; no it’s a tower block.

It’s talking; it’s talking to me. Is that a lamppost?
Is that a lamppost talking to me? I must be. I must be out of my tree.

WRitten by Phil Todhunter..Copyright PMC.

Do1 MUSIC…..29/06/09..

MUSIC IS THE IS THE FOOD OF LOVE

What does music mean to you? Is a song just a song, something to nod your head to and tap your feet, does it put a smile on your face? does it put a spring in your step?, will you remember this song next week, or next year or in ten years?. Has this song touched you maybe hit a raw nerve, it brings back a memory, maybe where you were on a certain date, I remember listening to UB40 on my MP3 player, when the horrorific news of the Twin Towers came flooding in…

To me as a songwriter a song is a creation of mind and emotion, coming together, a way to express myself or my opinion in a peaceful way, to put my point across without trying to brainwash you, I have songs for every emotion, they say the best songs you write are when you are sad or at an all time low, I’m not sure if that’s true but I have written some deep songs when I’ve been in that state of mind.

A song or a piece of music, really can unite people from all over the world, from all walks of life, its never going to bring world piece but multiple smile's across the globe, resulting in no harm to no one at that point of time. If somebody pays me a complement regarding something I have written, that’s a wonderful feeling and to may have put a smile on a face, to a person thousands of miles away, that’s got to be priceless and no words can really describe..

Its good that everybody doesn’t like the same style of music, I love all types of styles, obviously Ska is my preferred choice, to me there’s no pretence its music from the street, from musicians have been brought up from the rough holes of the city’s, sharing there experiences and trying to bring a little sunlight into peoples life, when you dance or skank to a record everything else is forgotten, maybe for three minutes but that’s got to be special..

Music is the food I love; there is room for all style’s as long as they put a smile on your face…

Phil Todhunter....31/10/09..