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Ranthology

by UPB

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1.
The Thrill 04:20
We drive the moonlit miles again Masochistic nearly men We’re not in it for the bread Maybe just as well Been quiet since the night began The only punters are other bands The barfly and the sound man There’s the closing bell We suffer for our cause Craving the applause I live my life for nights like this Even when it takes the piss Kicking out the jams tonight The lights go down and I get high Smashing out another chord Spotlight heat and sticky floors When it’s over I want more ‘Cos this is what I do it for Work the daily nine to five Navigate this thing called life Still busy past the fading light No time left to chill 1am outside the house Dragging all the gear about Adrenalin still pumping out Buzzing from the thrill We suffer for our cause Craving the applause I live my life for nights like this Even when it takes the piss Kicking out the jams tonight The lights go down and I get high Smashing out another chord Spotlight heat and sticky floors When it’s over I want more ‘Cos this is what I do it for
2.
Another day goes by and you wriggle off the hook Disbelief and anger at the liberties you took Take a look around you’ll see the outcome of you lies You partied with you colleagues while your people lost their lives Cronies try and back you in defence Sycophants and criminals Others with a conscience simply went Because you’re bent! Fuck off Boris Fuck off Rees-Mogg too When you go just make sure Priti Vacant goes with you Dorries is another one she’s just so full of shit Corruption greed and privilege A rotten Cabinet A nation under lock-down where no two friends could meet Metal bars and cordons over every other seat A tearful last goodbye takes place over an iPad screen While drinks were poured in gardens at the back of Downing Street Entitlement must be your middle name (or at least one of ‘em) Eton chums all mingle and they scoffed up all the Pringles with no shame You’re all the same! Fuck off Boris Fuck off Rees-Mogg too When you go just make sure Priti Vacant goes with you Dorries is another one she’s just so full of shit Corruption greed and privilege A rotten Cabinet Go on Fuck off You Wanker! Go on Fuck off Boris (you fat Etonian twat) Fuck off Boris (why don’t you just fuck off) Fuck off Boris (you’re a make-believe Chris Tarrant, go on) Fuck off Boris (You’re just a big bag full of coleslaw) Fuck off Boris Fuck off Rees-Mogg too When you go just make sure Priti Vacant goes with you Dorries is another one she’s just so full of shit Corruption greed and privilege A rotten Cabinet
3.
They 03:37
They don’t speak for you They don’t know what you’ve been through Not sure what else I can do To change your mind They are not the same as us Our pain is their gold rush Promises on the side of a bus That took you for a ride There ain’t no pot of gold The other side of the rainbow You’ve been well and truly sold a lie Now the dust has settled on your patriotic pride Can you see that they’re not on your side Surely now you must admit The dream they sold was full of shit Can you see that they’re not on your side No, they’re not on your side They tell you what you want to hear Play upon invented fears There is no invasion here The enemy’s within Line their pockets from your toil Second homes and shares in oil Doesn’t it make you recoil At the mess they’ve put us in There ain’t no pot of gold The other side of the rainbow You’ve been well and truly sold a lie
4.
Tinfoil Hat 02:24
You don’t need science (no) You don’t need reason (no) You don’t need experts (no) Done your research You’ve got your Google (yeah) You’ve got your Q-Anon (yeah) You’re wide awake now (so woke) So woke it hurts You’ve got it worked out in your tiny little mind Keep it yourself and fuck the rest of humankind Look down on all the sheeple as they swallow all the lies But you’re the only one with the blinkers on your eyes (eyes) You’ve got the answers You’ve got the knowledge You’ve got the wisdom Done your research Don’t drink the water Don’t trust the scientists You’ve got your Tinfoil Hat Let’s hope it works You’ve got it worked out in your tiny little mind Keep it yourself and fuck the rest of humankind Look down on all the sheeple as they swallow all the lies But you’re the only one with the blinkers on your eyes (eyes) It’s all Bill Gate’s fault The Illuminati The Mainstream Media That’s how it works But where’s your evidence? You’re credibility? What’s your agenda? Where’s your research? You’ve got it worked out in your tiny little mind Keep it yourself and fuck the rest of humankind Look down on all the sheeple as they swallow all the lies But you’re the only one with the blinkers on your eyes (eyes) DO YOUR RESEARCH!
5.
Spoons 03:09
It’s 10am on Bethcar Street! it's 2022 and the times are in decline Boarded up shops are a sign of the times Street is deserted except for a line Of die-hard daytime drinkers There’s a bloke at the bar with a dog on a string Table 18 has started to sing Brexit propaganda adorns everything The patriotic blinkers A pillar of society But not the last word in sobriety A place for all likeminded folk A character or two More gammon here than Dewhursts More animals than the zoo At four o’clock it all kicks off cause someone’s jumped the queue It’s happy hour every hour at Spoons At spoons At spoons At spoons Take an old cinema and do it up good A lick of builder’s beige and twenty tons of wood Put some pretty pictures up and maybe then you should Name it after someone local There’s ten teeth between them on table 29 Save a seat for Dave cause he drinks here all the time Tracey’s on her 7th pint and now she does a line And now she gets very vocal A pillar of society But not the last word in sobriety A place for all likeminded folk A character or two More gammon here than Dewhursts More animals than the zoo At four o’clock it all kicks off ‘cause someone’s jumped the queue It’s happy hour every hour at Spoons At spoons At spoons At spoons SPOOOOONS! POOOOONS! OOOOONS! a
6.
Where does someone draw the line Take what’s yours and more besides Help yourself to a sovereign land You’ve got blood all over your hands Your neighbourly aggression Borders on obsession Where next is the question Waving your nuclear sword Tinpot dictator Tinpot dictator Everybody hates a Tinpot dictator Fooling all the people The propaganda sheeple Oblivious to your evil Cheering your missiles abroad No one wants to join your club In your family there’s no love The age of empire has been and gone Sorry but the world’s moved on Crush the people who protest Fuck them all cos you know best History won’t be kind to you And your crooked Kremlin crew Your neighbourly aggression Borders on obsession Where next is the question Waving your nuclear sword (I have the power!) Tinpot dictator Tinpot dictator Everybody hates a Tinpot dictator Tinpot dictator Tinpot dictator Everybody hates a Russian masturbator
7.
The Socials 04:14
Stay in touch with all your friends Memories and shared events Have you seen this picture of my cat? Stalking someone’s profile page Trolling comments causing rage Get yourself a ban for saying that Illusions of popularity Sob stories and hilarity No contact in person, no voice on the phone Hundreds of friends but you’re still all alone This Is the age of the socials This is your digital life Don’t answer the call and stay back from the door But carry on fishing for likes This is the age of the socials This is your digital life It’s clear to me that we all want to be Perfect in some peoples’ eyes Hang out with celebrities Argue with non entities Take a look what’s trending in the news Block, unfollow, block some more Reading up on libel law Double down on controversial views Illusions of popularity Chaos and disparity Convince all your friends that you’re living the dream Family and home fall apart at the seams This Is the age of the socials This is your digital life Don’t answer the call and stay back from the door But carry on fishing for likes This is the age of the socials This is your digital life It’s clear to me that we all want to be Perfect in some peoples’ eyes Where do we go from here We’ve become so insincere Some kind of online hell There goes the notification bell
8.
Handbasket 05:32
What’s happened to our empathy Swept away by fear and greed Fuelled by those we chose to lead Where did we go wrong Putting on a pedestal Liars cheats and criminals Corruption unequivocal Still it carries on We’ve got ourselves in such a place We’ve turned against the human race Swallowing the lies of right wing scum Entitlement prevailing above everything Now we’re all sailing blindly into our oblivion Ain’t no way to mask it Sealing our own casket We’re all heading straight to hell In a big fuck off hand basket No way to avoid it We’ve gone and destroyed it We’re all heading straight to hell In a big fuck off hand basket Double down on the belief The poor are lazy, feckless thieves That’s how those in charge deceive While they rob you blind Steadfast in your ignorance Arrogance, belligerence Where is your due diligence They’re not on your side

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Ranthology is about the state of the world, and what keeps us going. Hopefully you'll relate!

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released February 14, 2023

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UPB Caerphilly, UK

UPB (unnamed Punk Band) started when Matt, Max & Andy formed a punk band for a laugh. This is the outcome. We never thought, that this would be the result, but here we are, loud and raw, with a metal drummer trying to play punk, a rock guitarist trying to sing, and a bassist who thought his son would be the one releasing albums. Just goes to show... ... more

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