Sonic Boom Six

Do It Today (P.Barnes)

Which... way... would you?

Which way do we turn? I cast my eyes outwards to the world,
It seems to me the more that we learn, the less we're sure.
Which way do I live? If life is all taking and no give in it,
Do I live life as a hypocrite when I admit so much of what
You said was true? What can one person do?
And yet I guess I knew. (Which way? Which way through?)
I'm cliché is all you've left to say
Because you smoke your drive away. (Why the delay? Gotta do it today.)

You are the one who has that say
On one condition. You gotta do it today.
We are the ones that hold today
So choose a mission.

Which way do I turn? I know I'm not getting any younger, feeling disillusioned now.
How long can I wait until I be sure?
And no one can have the answer now. All we do have is what our time allow.
All we do know, is the time is now and that's here today.
The only thing I'm sure; answers I'm waiting for
Don't knock upon the door. (Which way? Which way through?)
Years fly past, so pin your colours fast
Instead of searching for the mast. (Why the delay? You gotta do it today.)

You are the one who has that say
On one condition. You gotta do it today.
We are the ones that hold today
So choose a mission.

Which... way... would you?

Yeah, we gotta do it today.

You are the one who has that say
On one condition. You gotta do it today.
We are the ones that hold today
So choose a mission.

We can't know everything, but if we are moving
Then we'll be improving or we'll be doing nothing.
Behind the screens and books (We can be everything) but no-one knows it all (We can be anything),
This flight is worth a fall (we can be everything) and though our voices are small
The only chance we have to shout it loud enough
Will be to seize the moment and say... gotta do it today.

We are the ones that hold today
So choose a mission.



Apathy Begins At Home (P. Barnes)

Well I see too much and I hear too much
And I've said too much. It's in my head too much.
Give me a flag to fly for something natural,
Call it an act of God. I'll be charitable.
Here we go again, they're talking about a new war.
We forgot they never even gave an answer
To why we had the last one, plenty more that we can blast on.
(Switch off) I'm going the pub, I'm turning this off.

There's strangers to save in the airwaves.
(Now they're in your home, pledge your money on the phone.)
There's hands out to me on TV.
(Tonight then we can leave the reasons all alone.)
Another mass appeal, (It's another million dead.)
Another frozen meal.
Me, me, me, me.

Woah.
But we only look down, down, down. (Look away and turn around.)
If we stop to pause at the mess we've caused,
We're talking a disaster.
Woah.
But we only look down, down, down. (Switch it off and turn around.)
We're talking a disaster.
It's the mess we make, when will we ever give what we take?

While we're reading about their health.
Yeah, we're scheming about their wealth.
Are we thinking about ourselves?
Such a fashion for narcissistic compassion.

There's strangers to save in the airwaves.
(Why the poorest ones contributing all the funds?)
There's hands out to me on TV.
(Powers that be are spending more than that on guns.)
The latest tragedy (Such generosity)
That's deemed to be worthy.
Me, me, me...

Woah.
But we only look down, down, down. (Look away and turn around.)
If we stop to pause at the mess we've caused,
We're talking a disaster.
Woah.
But we only look down, down, down. (Switch it off and turn around.)
We're talking a disaster.
It's the mess we make, when will we give what we take?

And ask ourselves why we only
Do something if it's not tragedy we planned?
So really we do nothing and there's blood on all our hands.
If we just keep giving, questions to the back of our minds
We'll live out our life in the kingdom of the blind.

Ten years flew by with the world still out of sight and out of mind.
Pushing death aside, half a million black faces hide
Under every tear we ever cried over our princess when she died.
Guess genocide was never priority for our modern media
When they were fuelling the fire for this schizophrenia
So we don't blame it upon ourselves, upon ourselves.
Self, self, self...

Woah.
But we only look down, down, down. (Look away and turn around.)
If we stop to pause at the mess we've caused,
We're talking a disaster.
Woah.
But we only look down, down, down. (Switch it off and turn around.)
We're talking a disaster.
It's the mess we make, when will we ever give what we take?
We're talking a disaster.
We hold the reigns. We're talking a disaster.
We're talking a disaster.



All In (Feat. Coolie Ranx) (P.Barnes / B.Childs / C.Ranx)

(All in!) Original SB6.
(All in!) Coolie Ranx with the New York connect come,
(All in for free.) Original SB6.
Relax, mind the gap and dance the music.
(All in!) I feel no pain when music hit me
(All in!) 'Cos I can see the bug that bit me;
(All in for free.) Positivity.
One and the same a-fih we.

So let me welcome everybody in the place, I'm feeling mad delighted.
It's a party on this beat and you're all invited.
If you not look like the next man don't feel small or slighted,
It's like I'm not from Manchester but we're all United.
All cliques, crews, bands, fans, old-friends and new,
Nieces and nephews, man'dem I still ain't met too,
With this one going out to every single one of you
So let me lose your blues and let the music fuse.
You know that, happy days ain't a passing phase;
My passion's not a fashion, man, surpassing all the cashing-in
To the next craze from the cathode rays.
We need a unity mission, no omission in my vision.

I'm talking about the invitation every nation generation
And relation to elate the congregation.
Never need a reservation
Or an explanation for your outer presentation.

(All in!) Original SB6.
(All in!) Coolie Ranx with the New York connect come,
(All in for free.) Original SB6.
Relax, mind the gap and dance the music.
(All in!) I feel no pain when music hit me
(All in!) 'Cos I can see the bug that bit me;
(All in for free.) Positivity.
One and the same a-fih we.

Well ever since we introduced the Boom with Sounds To Consume
Can I presume you ain't assuming all this doom and gloom?
All these kids that go to gigs in Halloween costumes,
You used to play a fucking trumpet now you're flying a broom knob head.
Too many ride the tides for where the pearls be
And dropped the politics for where the make-up girls be,
Running where the dollar is, diluting the messages
From positive to negative. Delirious of hearing this.
I'm serious, my theory is no matter what the year it is
The people can't ignore what been created pure.
And even if we live obscure from it
I still be buzzing off the underground 'cos that's my shit.

I'm talking about the invitation every nation generation
And relation to elate the congregation.
Never need a reservation
Or an explanation for your outer presentation.

(All in!) Original SB6.
(All in!) Coolie Ranx with the New York connect come,
(All in for free.) Original SB6.
Relax, mind the gap and dance the music.
(All in!) I feel no pain when music hit me
(All in!) 'Cos I can see the bug that bit me;
(All in for free.) Positivity.
One and the same a-fih we.

(Coolie Ranx)
It's been a long time now, but I'm here to play my part
Me gonna bridge up the gap from UK to New York.
Everybody say these absurdities,
They just can't find those obvious to me
They want to water down the quality of the artistry
Demonise the music and its purity
Corrupt the spirit so we just can't breathe
In murky waters me still can't see.

I'm talking about the invitation every nation generation
And relation to elate the congregation.
Never need a reservation
Or an explanation for your outer presentation.
Regulation relaxation is foundation obligation.

(All in!) Original SB6.
(All in!) Coolie Ranx with the New York connect come,
(All in for free.) Original SB6.
Relax, mind the gap and dance the music.
(All in!) I feel no pain when music hit me
(All in!) 'Cos I can see the bug that bit me;
(All in for free.) Positivity.
One and the same a-fih we.



Piggy In The Middle (P. Barnes)

Sound of the police. Oi oi, big up to the underground,
Another chance to dance in the sun, move out to the renegade sound.
Sound system 20k, no one for miles away
But they won't fucking let us stay, and they say go away.
Here come the dibble playing piggy in the middle of nowhere
But still they come out there. (Move out of my way.)
They're causing problems when I recognise one of them
From my school and then he starts to say...

Oi oi, I didn't want to be like this but sorry mate
You know that this is just the way it is.

Back in school you were the first to be the front of the fight, man we got stoned every night,
You know we used to be tight but I don't recognise
Babylon in front of me, talking about this, oh no no no,
I haven't changed in a bit...
You know those hippies want to take the piss,
I kiss the scruffy fuckers on the head with this.
It's a dirty job that someone's got to do and it comes down to me.
Whoop whoop, and that's the sound of the police.

Piggy in the middle.
Watch the piggy in the middle, said a whoop whoop.
I'm drawing a line
And you're no friend of mine.
Piggy in the middle.
Watch the piggy in the middle.
No you aren't no friend of mine.

When we were little playing piggy in the middle
In the park until the sun went down. (Back in the day.)
Now you're on horses as your regiment enforces
All the laws at which we used to frown.
You say well this is just the way it is, they're pissed
I push them to the ground and bend their wrists.
It's the dirty job that someone's got to do and it comes down to me.
Whoop whoop, and that's the sound of the police.

Piggy in the middle.
Watch the piggy in the middle, said a whoop whoop.
I'm drawing a line
And you're no friend of mine.
Piggy in the middle.
Watch the piggy in the middle.
No you aren't no friend of mine.

So you see, Mr. Officer
How I've tried to see, from your point of view.
But your eyes I don't recognise,
It's not what you do, it's what it's done to you.
You see a world, etched in black and white.
You see a world, ready for a fight.
No we can't, be the same tonight
So I'll speak my piece.

So Mr. Officer no show me producer,
You only talking like my friend because I knew you.
For every copper to serve and protect me
There's always one like you to fucking contest me. No.
And you should know if the push becomes a shove
I know exactly where I stand now that you're a part of
Everything you said you'd never be.
And that's the sound of the police.

Piggy in the middle.
Watch the piggy in the middle, said a whoop whoop.
I'm drawing a line
And you're no friend of mine.
Piggy in the middle.
Watch the piggy in the middle, said a whoop whoop.
So show me a sign,
Where do you draw the line?
Piggy in the middle.
Watch the piggy in the middle.
No you aren't no friend...
No you aren't no friend of mine.



For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge (P. Barnes)

One, two, three, another step for me to be complete,
I read the answers in a magazine. What's your fantasy? Woah.
One, two, three, we're all living like we're off TV.
Sex and the city and the guest list please for this VIP.

Oh but her dress is not right and all her legs are all cellulite,
Her belly really is a sad sight. Not on the list tonight. We all need to...

It all smells so sweet. These scars are skin deep, so...

Read all about it. These scars are skin deep so pick
Pictures of you we transmit. No depth, no feeling.
Well there's a brand new diet that you just have to try, a feature on bulimia on page 25.
Read all about it.

One, two, three, let's stick them in a house for our TV
And laugh about how desperate they be, maybe they'll even...
One, two, three, tackle a footballer on Saturday
And the position in her box he played was such a fine display.

It's in the Sunday Supplement mag we buy to tutt about the daft slag.
She gets a lovely Prada handbag so who's laughing last?
And we're the ones with the obsession with the plastic and the escapades and all the spitroasts and the dildos and the marmalade
And the procession of confessions that the paper paid and laid bare. No depth and no feeling.

Read all about it. These scars are skin deep so pick
Pictures of you we transmit. No depth, no feeling.
Well there's a new position for the kids to try, a treatment for Chlamydia on page 45.
Read all about it.

We all need to...

We all need to...

And now we're ugly sisters. And now we're ugly sisters.
And now we're ugly sisters. And now we're ugly sisters.
Watching our ugly mothers, it's all beneath these covers
And though we hate each other, now I need you.

We all need to...

It all smells so sweet. Same time next week.

Read all about it. These scars are skin deep so pick
Pictures of you we transmit. No depth, no feeling.
Now you bought this food for thought you are what you eat, who will do the dishes? Better keep your receipt.
Read all about it. No depth, no feeling.

We all need to fuck.



Northern Skies (B. Childs / P. Barnes)

Even if the sky is grey
We'll have feelings come what may.
Even as these faces pass by
Fighting but they don't know why.

Oh my, under Northern Skies.
Oh my, under Northern Skies.

A smile can go a long, long way,
A candle on a darkening day.
They say only the strongest survive
But everyone dies, you know that everybody dies

Under Northern Skies.
Is it too late to change our fate with love?
Under Northern Skies.

It's too late to make up? I can see it in my head
But things begin to fall apart instead.
Too late to turn back when you see with your own eyes
That everyone dies, you know that evrybody dies

Under Northern Skies.

You're taking apart a piece of puzzle, looking through the lies
Of all the racists and the bigots living in disguise
And understanding all the hatred in their eyes,
Windows to the soul are the weapon of the wise man.
Hey Mr. officer let go me hand,
You don't know me and you don't understand
We are all one people here

Under Northern Skies.

Oh my, under Northern Skies.
It's not too late to change our fate with love?
Oh my, under Northern Skies.
It's not too late to change our fate with love?
Oh my, under Northern Skies.
Hey Mr. officer let go me hand,
You don't know me and you don't understand.
Hey Mr. officer let go me hand,
You don't know me and you don't understand me.



Bigger Than Punk Rock (P. Barnes)

Well I remember at a party
A couple a years ago when I saw an emcee.
He ripped the mic then he passed it to me,
I learned a little lesson, he helped me to see.
It's not about choosing guitar or the decks;
It's doing it yourself that gets the respect.
Stuck like a sign, now was the time
I was ready for the beat, ready for the bassline and boom!

Now we're mixing the sound for the show
So punks say Oi! B-Boys say Bo!
We've seen them come and I've watched the bands go,
I'd better get a dedicated outlook yo.
And that's the reason that we came and add a twist.
I thought that punk was all about the freedom mister!
Don't want to be the sound to tick off your list,
We're bigger than this punk rock.

Well anything we call 'punk rock',
In a category called 'punk rock'.
'Punk rock' is only ever going to be punk rock.
Some things are bigger than punk rock.

Look around,
No, we aren't unified by guitars crashing down.
Revolution is more than sound.

We're better together and still we're going nowhere,
Can't see the wood for the scene.
But in the spaces between lies the truth that we've got
And it's bigger than punk rock.

Anyway, never going to never pin us down,
Any style, play it from a squat to a stage,
Strike Anywhere, spread it about like shareware.
Anyone far beyond little pond, respond,
Yet, this mindset;
Preach the converted, yet we forget
It's just Minor Threats and fanzines are
Empty of meaning if we're not being UK.

Stop pretending that it's not UK.
Not America we're in UK.
Got to sing it like we're from UK
And maybe then we'll find a way.

Look around,
Do we have all the unity we sing of in this crowd?
Revolution is more than sound.

We're better together and still we're going nowhere,
Can't see the wood for the scene.
But in the spaces between lies the truth that we've got
And it's bigger than punk rock.

Round in circles. I can't see this. Revolution.
More than just a sound.

We're better together and still we're going nowhere,
Can't see the wood for the scene.
But in the spaces between lies the truth that we've got
And it's bigger than punk rock.

But in the spaces between lies the truth that we've got
And it's bigger than punk rock.



Danger! Danger! (P. Barnes)

Danger! Danger!
You better watch your back!
It ain't safe on the street no more.

There's a danger on the streets in all the town I been to.
All of the scallies round my way don't give a fuck for an ASBO.
Give me a cigarette or get your head kicked into.
The scary thing it's true because they can and will and well, they fucking do.

Ring Alarm! Emergency!
Calling out an SOS, the kids are after me.
Can and will fucking kill, bottling a stranger.
Now we're on the streets, I feel in danger!

Woah, woah.
My town ain't safe no more,
My streets are at war,
People on the streets are shouting danger, danger, danger!

They're shouting danger. Danger.

Yeah, just today somebody got shot up in the daylight,
The mandem put in hospital by kids just last night,
They gun-clapping, happy-slapping, shit it's not right.
The scary thing it's true because they can and will and well, they fucking do.

Ring Alarm! Emergency!
Calling out an SOS, the kids are after me.
Can and will fucking kill, things done change.
Now we're in danger!

Woah, woah.
My town ain't safe no more,
My streets are at war,
People on the streets are shouting danger, danger, danger!

They're shouting danger. Danger.

We're... in... danger!

My town, my streets.
Calling an SOS, the kids are after me.
These towns. These streets.

My town, my streets.
Calling an SOS, the kids are after me.
These towns. These streets.
Danger! Danger!

We're... in... danger! Danger!

Woah, woah.
My town ain't safe no more,
My streets are at war,
Yeah, people on the streets are shouting danger, danger, danger!

They're shouting danger. Danger!

Pick up the pieces of broken society, people who only see hate.
Only futility, responsibility impossibility. Hostility. Danger!



Don't Say I Never Warned Ya (P. Barnes / B. Childs)

I came here to make the crowd go boom at every gig, soundcheck and show
Be sure it's what I'm living for in that little van on tour.
We make the kids look like they're jogging on the spot,
It's all I need, I never stopped to play the part
Set for me. My destiny was set by me
But back in school don't think they'd quite agree,
They said I couldn't do a music GCE.
(Mr. Barnes is too distracting to his company.)
Check it. Was their loss. I couldn't give a toss,
Unlike a mate of mine who always listens to his boss
Who shits across the dreams he feels needs to do.
You should pursue, don't even fucking pay heed to
Anything, not a thing spitten from those Aryans
Relevant, telling you you'll soon be twenty seven, man.
He's only bitter because he hates his job
And that his wife ran off with Derek from the drama club. It's true.

Don't let them tell you wrong.
It's your life, got to live it to your limit alone.
Might as well sing along.
Come my friend, in the end it's you,
Don't say I never didah warn ya,
Gets the stress and the mess, it's you.
Only you, so you might as well be true
And be the you you want to be.
(We'll have a little dance shall we?)

My friend, she went round the bend
From listening to everything her parents said.
So respected all that they expected,
Daddy never should have kept her so protected.
By the time she passed exams and went uni
She'd been wrapped in cotton wool and now she's free
To be off her head, fuck the course, instead
She's shagging all the lads and battering the ecstasy. (I luv you!)
Well if they'd let her grown alone she'd have known
All the silly living lessons that you learn on your own.
I've see my little girl mashed-up and back,
Now she's got her head together and arse is out the sack.
So I don't mean to sound all judgemental
But these days you can't be too careful.
My girl has made it with her mental health,
Because she's pleasing herself not her daddy and his wealth. (Go on girl!)

Don't let them tell you wrong.
It's your life, got to live it to your limit alone.
Might as well sing along.
Come my friend, in the end it's you,
Don't say I never didah warn ya,
Gets the stress and the mess, it's you.
Only you, so you might as well be true
And be the you you want to be.
(We'll have a little dance shall we?)

I forget my debts when shredding my frets, yeah,
Stress and my frets gets let up while I'm fed up of
Red-letters and debts, but yet nevertheless
Though my money a mess, my mission met, no regret.
Your paths no for everyone but you've already won.
If it's your element, rock it likes you're heaven sent.
What I meant, doubt's an impediment see,
Are you getting it? We'll have a little dance one me.
(What's that?) You smell a rat? You want to know the facts?
I'm from a stable home, white, middle-class and homegrown. (Aww!)
Yeah, I had choices but I chose one
And I'm not ummung and arr'ing sat on the sofa on my bum. (Believe!)
Shoulder to shoulder getting older but bolder we told you.
We chasing dreams, won't wake up until hell freezes over.
I've got a hold of you soldier ignore the lies they sold you.
Just be yourself, there's no time to look over your shoulder.

Come my friend, in the end it's you,
Don't say I never didah warn ya,
Gets the stress and the mess, it's you.
Only you, so you might as well be true
And be the you you want to be.
(We'll have a little dance shall we?)



Shareena (P. Barnes)

Time for you to take a breath and look around,
Time for you to shout about the voice you've found.
Building from within you is a brand new sound.
Only pick you up so they can put you down.
Summer comes around when the seasons change
Just like people, now it feels so strange.
Just another marriage that they can't arrange
So don't be ashamed.

Shareena, you've got to know,
Don't be blaming yourself no more.
Don't you know that your heart is pure?
And you know he's worth fighting for.
Shareena don't you know
That you can't replay this act
Once it has faded to black.

Time up! Act now,
You have to somehow stand up,
Shout loud because family should be proud
Of you whatever you choose or lose your love forever.

Shareena you are who you are.

Wage the war that went before the last two years,
Can't just keep on smiling through the dried-up tears,
Face the only part of you that you can't pierce,
Caught between your culture and a life that's here.
Looking like you've found a place where you belong,
Always with apologies upon your tongue.
If he makes you happy how can it be wrong?
He's waited this long.

Shareena, you've got to know,
Don't be blaming yourself no more.
Don't you know that your heart is pure?
And you know he's worth fighting for.
Shareena don't you know
That you can't replay this act
Once it has faded to black.

Time up! Act now,
You have to somehow stand up,
Shout loud because family should be proud
Of you whatever you choose or lose your love forever.

Shareena you are who you are.
Everything you can be,
A star in front of me,
That's all they need to see.

Time up! Act now,
You have to somehow stand up,
Shout loud because family should be proud
Of you whatever you choose or lose your love forever.
Keep your head together through the stormy weather.
The sun will come through.

Shareena, you've got to know,
Don't be blaming yourself no more.
Don't you know that your heart is pure?
And you know he's worth fighting for.
Shareena don't you know
That you can't replay this act
Once it all fades into black.
You can never get it back.

Time for you to take a breath and look around,
Time for you to shout about the voice you've found.
Building from within you is a brand new sound.
Only pick you up so they can put you down.
Summer comes around when the seasons change
Just like people, now it feels so strange.
Just another marriage that they can't arrange
Just another daughter has to live estranged.
Finally its time for you to make that choice,
Hearing the sincerity that's in my voice
Telling you to do whatever you decide,
Girl you are so beautiful, I'm by your side.
This was always more than just a lost romance,
Don't forget that this could be your final chance.



A People's History of the Future (P. Barnes)

The future's here!
F. U. T. U. R. E.

Future, never fear
Now we're here for the future.
Compare how the time is mine now,
So you've done that and been there.
Grandfather why you talking to me
About this population of a nation? You know I weren't there.
So I hate to say
But I don't care.

That stuff's in the past, we can't go back,
A people's history is of no use to me.
A broken radio transmits how life used to be.
No tuning in the F. U. T. U. R. E.

F. U. T. U. R. E.

Back then never a lock on our door,
Not back in the war.
The kids weren't scared, the Bobbies cared,
The criminals were fair and the beans got shared.
But then they came from across the sea,
Single-mothers suddenly got houses free
With Turkey-Twizzlers and homosexuality.
Well things ain't what they should be.

That's in the past, we can't go back,
A people's history is of no use to me.
A broken radio transmits how life used to be.
No tuning in the F. U. T. U. R. E.

That's in the past, we can't go back,
A people's history is of no use to me.

Grandmother, won't you tell another story?
Grandfather gave the best years of his life to this country
So that we could all be free from a fascist tyranny
Now he only goes and votes for BNP.
So now let's meet it. Take stock of the past and we'll beat it
Or otherwise we'll just repeat it.
Woah. I said we're the future and I meant it.
Woah. Best way to predict is invent it.

A point so simple to see. F. U. T. U. R. E.

That's in the past, we can't go back,
A people's history is of no use to me.
A broken radio transmits how life used to be.
We can't go back, a people's history of how life used to be,
The Golden Age of life is just a story to me,
I'm looking to the F. U. T. U. R. E.

F. U. T. U. R. E.



Until The Sunlight Comes (P. Barnes / B. Childs)

Here we are again, another sing along the same old song.
Wonder where you are, I wonder where it is the thing went wrong.
Saw you in a dream across a crowded room you passed right by.
Too sober to sleep, too drunk to care about he reasons why.

In all the races ran and hoops I jumped though, knots I tied that I can't undo,
Holes I fell into that were left by you.
And though the road be dark and long we can get through the darkness with song.
And though the road be dark and long, this night will soon be light.

There we were my friend, another party and another year.
Underneath the stars was such a lonely place to lie so near.
Pills and potions numb then fade away but leave the scars to show.
Now I understand there shines a light beyond the streets we roamed.

In all the rooms I've played in different places, smiles I've seen on stranger's faces.
Stupid but it's true, it's the same with you.
And though the road be dark and long we can get through the darkness with song.
Be brave, my brother, have faith my sister. The sunlight comes.

All the experience and life that's tasted counts for more than chances wasted,
Paths they twist and wind down to peace of mind.
And though the road be dark and long we can get through the sadness with song
And if you'll only sing along we can get through the madness.
And if you meet me when I'm strong we can get through the darkness with song.
And though the road be dark and long be brave, my brother, have faith my sister.
We'll sing our song when the sunlight comes.