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British Summer Time

by Tom Kingsley

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Summertime insanity mixed with post-Brexit blues, ideal for that end of the pier picnic in the rain.

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When nothing’s left to really feel alive for
with no hope of love nor light to pull you through,
and everywhere’s a tacky little shithole
and there’s no bidet and no bog-roll in the loo,
you’ve found yourself inside a British summer
where clouds and rain and howling gales all chill.
The price of chips or ice-cream has just doubled.
It’s enough to make you lose the bloody will.
Enjoy the rattle of our infrastructure.
In Autumn there’ll be wrong leaves on the line.
If we manage to escape this shabby hell-hole
all we’ll ever want to do is bloody whine.
We’re addicted to the things we all complain of,
so we may as well have misery on draught,
a bottle of despair and shots of sorrow,
lamentations so profound they’ll make you laugh.
Hahaha

If you feel as low as tortoise nuts
and all you see is black and grey,
you’ve lost all hope of feeling joy
or seeing one more sunny day,

But did we learn the meaning of contrition?
Like hell we did! We dug a deeper hole.
We priced the average holiday off the market.
We pretend that third class goods were our goal.
As Astrid, Kurt with all their little Kinder
enjoy their clear seas and brighter light,
we’ll satisfy ourselves with rainy vistas
and with swimming in our chilling seas of shite.

If you feel as low as tortoise nuts
and all you see is black and grey,
you’ve lost all hope of feeling joy
or seeing one more sunny day,

When nothing’s left to really feel alive for
with no hope of love nor light to pull you through,
and everywhere’s a tacky little shithole
and there’s no bidet and no bog-roll in the loo,
you’ve found yourself inside a British summer
where clouds and rain and howling gales all chill.
The price of chips or ice-cream has just doubled.
It’s enough to make you lose the bloody will.

credits

released March 31, 2024
Spoken word vocal - Tom Kingsley
Drums & BV - Andy Fung
All keyboards, BV & FX - Frank Naughton
Production, engineering, mixing and electronics - Frank Naughton
Mastering - Sion Orgon at Digital Flesh Mastering, Cardiff.
Recorded and mixed at Ty Drwg Studio, Cardiff.

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Tom Kingsley Newport, UK

Tom Kingsley (aka Brian Phillips) has been a poet for 50yrs and thinks he might just be getting the hang of it. Always trying to look at life, even the grotesques and gargoyles of the world, with humour, he hopes to bring about regime change, revolution, and the salvation of nature by scribbling a few words and then singing or reciting them into that new fangled gramaphone contraption. Iechyd da. ... more

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