As a nation, one of the many sins we should be down on our knees begging forgiveness for, whether we’re religious or not, is our treatment of the vulnerable. Instead of being seen as needing society’s support, they’re often seen as a nuisance, lazy, antisocial and so on. Criminals often target these people to exploit or abuse them and no-one really gives a shit because they’re not cute any more.
lyrics
She’s not cute; she’s awkward
Looking, always chewing.
Chavvy scratter,
Mouthy munter
With form for burglary
And assault, swearing
Like a fuckin trooper.
It’s her who banged you out,
Snatched your bag, smacked you in the mouth.
Where’s the victim? What’s the plan of action?
Will it rhyme like a photo? Can I monetise your confusion?
He’s not cute; obese and smells,
sounds half-pissed
As his sweaty farts, mobility cart,
Foul mouth, ugly loud
The kids all say he’s a paedo round here.
Lives alone in that big house
Lost his mother last year.
Dealers use it to shift their gear.
Where’s the victim? What’s the plan of action?
Will it rhyme like a photo? Can I turn it into a slogan?
It’s not cute; it’s normalised
And you wish upon a celeb
That this local hell went somewhere else,
Anywhere, don’t actually care,
Just not just over your brand new fence.
You might expect it somewhere like Leeds;
Maybe some metal-smiled angel can sweep
it away like the leaves you blow from your drive to the street.
Where’s the victim? What’s the plan of action?
Will it rhyme like a photo? Will it monetise?
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021