Are you counting shots in the sky? Why do the rotten survive? Ivory towers arise While cataracts form In the eyes of the poor They’re putting pork in the pies If you’re born on the 4th of July And money is the lord of your life You’re flush now: 4 out of 5 You’re bored of the mortgage advice, But what’s more important: The sword or the mic? Somewhere in the cockroach night A poor man prays for the scallies With a sight beyond sight Kneeling amongst the rotting fruit And veg and broken glass He speaks a simple petition And it’s not spoken fast Ow, Holy Bones Transfigure these moan and groans Ow, you’re nothing but a fool What is wrong with me? Ow, Holy Bones Transfigure these moan and groans Those people learned The language of horror Just straight up Tenacious Woman Wisdom Is beckoning me with bated breath I saw her thighs and shoulder blades Now all my doubts are laid to rest Me? I’m keeping it goth Siouxsie Sioux and I: We meet in the loft We’re reading a lot Cities in Dust, trust me I’m concealing a cough Strange Love, sleeping it off Eyes still dotted Ts still, Ts still crossed Hell still coming, light to the text A king and a fake king Fight to the death Ow, Holy Bones Transfigure these moan and groans Ow, you’re nothing but a fool What is wrong with me? Ow, Holy Bones Transfigure these moan and groans Those people learned the language of horror Just straight up But you gotta know what it was about, right? Terrible things, terrible things (C West sample) And it begins with moans and groans And you transfigure those moans and groans First into song but song then moves into language And the language is not rational language Of philosophy and dialectic But it’s a language of stories Especially the stories that are self-critical

Dan Bull: It’s half past three in the morning Why do I keep on scrolling? I should be asleep, Instead I just keep on digging a deeper hole And I feel like I’m freefalling In an appalling data stream It’s a revolution, new age of steam And living just as dangerously Look at the racism on display Totally butt-naked There’s a great schism But did it expose it or create it? There’s so much hate Overflowing through the gratings Your views are pure sewage And I won’t let me be swayed by them Bigoted opinions I didn’t really need to read Just cuz he’s got freedom of speech Doesn’t mean that it’s anything deep That we should see It’s all so trivial, bowls of cereal Bold, original thought are minimal Trolls and criminals Sow division with false subliminal Salt and vitriol, cloaked in imagery non-political Nevertheless the assault is physical Causing pivotal moments Critical roles are never just only digital And this is all just prototypical, Phones are snipped from the cords, umbilical There’s so much more in store Though I’m sure you’ll call me cynical Chorus These days The infinite scroll Is like a replay Wherever I go I’m in a dream state Ephemeral glow You know my screen’s saved Deepfake I’m infinite scrolling Through a sea change Selling my soul I need a clean slate It’s taken its toll I gotta be brave Joel the Custodian: Who should I blame? It’s nobody’s fault but my own I’m the eejit staring down at the phone Just *liked* an astute observation Thinking of praising the phrasing But nah, look My thumbs way too impatient The stealthy algorithms know me My self-loathing Ogling the jazzy belle Who’s used to sell clothing There’s a dance and a meme Penzance, Aberdeen A glance at the screen Enhance dopamine When did this become pervasive? Living my life adjacent To all my aspirations Feeling the accusation: ‘I’m fucked up and a fool’ I’ll never believed the hype But then at the speed of light My enemies reunite until I’m like ‘Yeah, self-destruction is cool’ Chorus These days The infinite scroll Is like a replay Wherever I go I’m in a dream state Ephemeral glow You know my screen’s saved Deepfake I’m infinite scrolling Through a sea change Selling my soul I need a clean slate It’s taken its toll I gotta be brave

Myka9 Tirade, I’m irate the raw wounded Gyrate and vibrate the ball moving Cry of anger, may justice be done sooner Wire hanger play must've seem unproven Utmost is cut throats and straight goonin’ What dose of drugs hoped to save humans Up close and personal more hate blooming Does cope with curvatures and shape pruning Tik tok from the big clock that strikes noon in Which block catch a quick knot at night moon lit Bitch rot if you switch pots while consuming Hitch cock let your lips lock I’m not spooning Slavery jim crow street gang crack rock Behaviour has been slow to regain black stock The rate that they encode deep brain ad hoc A saviour for sinner souls insane bad cops Zaeb Dust My tirade worldwide Bro chill, there’s opium in the Hookah No Midichlorian count, the friend isn’t super 1936 worker rights Oompa Loompa Pen push Price Water House Koopa Troopa Pudsey Bear with a pint and a Ruger Venetian stairs, yeah, that’s a fly type of ruler Kinda friend you find in a gulag, and the sooner That we depose of a government The coup will get cooler Illegal lexicon of the loser Pre-antebellum post-genocide user Abuser of the holoscene planet tilt-shift Thumbs up if you followed me Massive guilt trip Yeesh! Gil Scott said ‘Whitey on the moon’ Since the First Invader’s Ship This timeline's been doomed Please! Blood sacrifice slaughter more This is just beginning, wait ‘til the water wars Joel the Custodian No empathy, where did we go mentally? Jealousy weighs heavily One of these days devilry Got signed off in the form of the death penalty Won’t forgive once, let alone seven seventies MStork Peace, safe geezer, This peace is in pieces Need to release this piece of faeces Unblocked unstoppable plots Got me in creases Control it, name it We catch phrases like diseases Eyelids lift I’m unboxing my own brains Live on Zoom or Youtube Who’re you to presume you knew the future? You are losing the room To manoeuvre through the new policies My mentally clogged computer Needs a lobotomy Do it like we used to You and I, we’re gunna be an item I put my finger on your elbow to convince ya And I feel my underwear tighten, oooh What you’re saying sounds sexy It’s got my pulse up It’s gotta be factual I let your moving image infect me The many voices make it contractual Touch me, I’m a touch screen Pretty smart so you can trust me It’s better than ‘real life can crush dreams’ I can edit out your corrupt genes My baby’s bionic She said she’s gunna make me iconic And I want it So get in line now And keep your butt clean, baby Joel the Custodian Grievances: half-brothers Reaping disasters Who’s the bastard? Who’s the mastermind And who asked first? Now there’s - hah! Laughter and a mad curse On all offspring coming after Middle of summer cut by Ari Astor My tirade worldwide STOP Lucille in the barbed wire CUT necklace and a car tyre And it’s on fire My tirade worldwide It’s Bennetts Hill Blues It’s co-dependence With the menace in the room Eliciting a missive That will never get a view My tirade worldwide It’s screeching to the heathen The reasons There’s something to believe in My tirade worldwide It really wasn’t the bulldozers That stole your bread and your roses Crushed your walls And made you all homeless It was idealogues, they know this Fact is, all this exposes That many of us are self-focused Yeah, we vote for psychos and posers

No, no, no, no, you’re still awake No mistake, no night terror Nah, you’re still awake Foot down, eyes zippin around, accelerate But nah mate, you’re still awake No, no, no, you’re still awake No mistake, no night terror, No, you’re still awake A landscape Hieronymus Bosch would illustrate But no, no, no, you’re still awake Lights off, pillow cool to the touch, it’s soft Step on the Isle of the Dead, Rachmaninoff 5K to couch, mouth-to-mouth, spout it out You’re a glutton for inglorious punishment Without a doubt You know what I’m talking ‘bout: Smart dust hit-and-run Under constant surveillance It’s hard to trust anyone But the deadly chokehold caught on tape The evidence of rape Yeah, police shot Jerome in the face You’re still awake No wonder you aint feeling great, There’s been an accident But really not an accident The klaxon wanna seal our fate Watch the news, you tryna snooze, consciousness is armour plate suffocated by the shiny whiny stuff You love to hate You’re up-to-date Thumbs up, great, period, punctuate You’ve opened up yourself to hell It’s really hard to shut the gate Midnight snack A packed-to-the-rafters debate Who’s the heavyweight And who leaves the bloodiest aftertaste? I know I’m stoking the coals Thought-provoking, shooting the opening goal Soaking in the vision of the trolls Check the death, the toll, Check your breath control Check a box Cuz every little helps to affect the poll Remember the ‘Red Wedding’? Shocked when they kill them all Every day’s upsetting It’s a sockful of billiard balls You’re a California stoner Dreaming of caliphates? No, your lonely soul longs for control and mate, you’re still awake Feels so surreal Is it Adventure Time with Finn and Jake? Nah, it’s just 2022, and yeah, you’re still awake Foot down, eyes zippin around, accelerate But nah, nah, nah, no, you’re still awake There’s a door opened up inside No man is safe from Self-medicate Make your fashioned little face numb Brand new evil unleashed and unchecked Damn - damn you people It’s those you least expect The sitter, the uncle, the lover, the saint The twin, the teacher, the mother, complaints Fall on deaf ears, they’re falling for lies Follow the tears, the foreigner tries Ooh, perp is a pig in disguise boom, minions militarize The good Samaritan coroner cries Stig of the Dump is stig-ah-matized Who will count up fatalities? Cat on a hot tin roof all the fallacies? Yikes, house of cards and razor wire My eyes doused in digital dumpster fires No, no, no, no, no, you’re still awake No mistake, no night terror Nah, you’re still awake Foot down, eyes zippin around, accelerate But nah, nah, you’re still awake Nah, nah, nah, nah, – you’re still awake No mistake, no night terror No, you’re still awake If you’re too controversial They’ll cut to a commercial break body stretched out on the table Yeah, that’s still a wake

Kurt Hahn founded numerous schools and educational programmes during his life. Hahn identified six declines facing the youth of his time that he felt needed to be addressed through preventative education. One Can you handle the danger? Built for life, skilled manual labour Please! Do me a favour, I’m playing a game here, You’ll never change my behaviour Strong back and the pace to get back in the race In case there’s mechanical failure No, I witnessed the fitness, I’ll save that for later Now watch me wave a lightsaber Two I get up and go, set up the show Juices are ready to flow Uh, Me and my bro, a deadly duo Our followers steadily grow Turn lead into gold My head is exploding Open, ready to blow! We know crypto’s better than dough So we’re at the beach just spreading our toes Three Time matter, stored energy Five senses, your memory I need more intensity All forms of porn and gore; extremity I imagine a better me And I imagine a bath full of centipedes You’re so analogue, so last century Important recordings Remember the pedigree Chorus Dead on, dead on Our spirit, spirit, spirit’s weak We’re headstrong Up your own ass like a red thong Everybody skipping to the next song Guess you’ll give up? You guessed wrong Yes mom Our spirit, spirit, spirit’s weak We’re headstrong Cover our mess like Exxon Everybody skipping to the next song Guess you’ll give up? You guessed wrong Four 10,000 hours it takes To master a craft like raps that I make I don’t like making mistakes And critical feedbacks something I hate Yo, men with a power to shape Grafted with passion, classic and great My skill’s not up for debate Give me my flowers, how long will I wait? Five You need help, self-discipline Stay healthy, sell me vitamins But my adrenalines kicking in Watch me blow up; I’m nitro-glycerine Stimulated, made to be living in Nature, swimming in waves that’s shimmering My dad, model citizen, beat my sister I’ve never forgiven him Six Long lasting strong actions Contact backed with compassion In fact, the path is bombastic Raps belong to those who’ve gone active Every generation’s like ‘I can manage Without these rituals and rites of passage’ Face your shadow, unpack your baggage Or you’ll end up just passing down the damage Reading through this list it becomes apparent that the trends that Hahn identified in the mid 20th century have only become more marked since Hahn’s death in 1974. It’s also clear that these declines aren’t confined to youth, but have in ways become part of our culture.

Andy Howlett: In the space of a few years, we’ve gone from Having the largest non-national in Europe To this national embarrassment I’m a bibliophile and yet I hate that place You’re a bibliophile and yet you hate this place? Every once in a while, I come an’ show my face Well, welcome back to the military base You have to escalate before you see a bookcase And they estimate a million books misplaced When you relocated from the previous space Well, we’re rewriting the book, that’s a stupid phrase And the tiniest opening hours, you’d be amazed Natural light? No, we’ll put it in a cage It’s so versatile, it’s for people of any age And your children’s section? Yes? Oh, it’s a disgrace Woh, what a waste! Woh, what a waste! Understaffed, ALL CAPS, uppercase its predecessor just a memory trace But we love books, see? they’re in a showcase Wanna borrow those? Yeah! I’ll check the database That one’s a reference, that one’s a reference That one’s a reference, that one’s a reference That one’s a reference... Sample: Since you guys can’t leave the library and be checked out I just want you to know, you’re the best Turn the lights off

- Joel the Custodian - Rivers injected with microsoft doses Of glitter and plastics, it’s truly atrocious The islanders weep as the ocean encroaches, The system is prepping the planet for roaches That loop that we relied on is gone – The natural cycles are only remembered in song A walk in the wilderness, witness the wrongs, William McKibben, we haven’t got long - Quartz Crystallus - They finally turned the planet into a unit Sectors full of goons, kids in street schoolin’ The unruly answer to AI transhumans Robotised response eunuchs, click back batons The clueless inebriated Raining, the eyes stare at the skies Purple mediating Trying to feel beyond the radiation Stations broadcast my cadence in relations To my essence vapours Risen like smoke from burning pagans - Barrowclough - Where's fluorescence when you need it? A significant impedance to seeing The demons in the trees, The angels on the sea beds, Imago Dei and all meaning, The sequences of DNA intertwined With the cries of the rocks, they're screaming! The hills are alive Are we stomping on Gaia's head? Heaven’s hot flushes on the day When the sky turns red? Be careful where you place your feet, Beware of Laserbeak, Watch out for Shelob in her spider’s web - Caspar Grant - Sartre in a world on fire peels away layers In case his kids are born in need of a skin graft Place bets on how long will this tyrannous king last Til he’s guillotined then rendered to slim fast The earth heats up enough To shrivel the leaves in a cold salad Unpleasant as Rolf Harris Attempting a soul ballad Karl Ziegler swims a sea of polyethylene Learning one man’s genius Is another one’s choke hazard - Clarity - Are you really sure that we’re rebuilding Eden? Is it just a pipe dream That came upon us when we lost our meaning? Clinging to the high-rise disease And falling cycle started creeping In the sane of leaving What’s the point of speaking? What’s the use in action? Act sackcloth and ashes But with prideful passion Virtue just a fashion Curtains to the actual purpose To compose compassion, Clap when all collapsing minds cracked When nets are lacking - Applz Sanra - Ahhh Kilimanjaro! Their lies are higher than the peak False doctoring, twisted words Make you think you’re straight Nar, you’re upside down Stranger things, who's gonna shut the gates? Who has the last say? Profound words of Enoch Plots, chapters, verses Let's runweh their crosses Dash holy water Mek dem shrivel up Like the wicked witch of the west Vengeance is not mine, but it’s yours Sound barriers like Jericho They stumble to the floor As bold as a lioness I scream and I roar Murderers, murderers!

Joel the Custodian Flirt with words again, twist oxygen Check the locks, I got a lot of stuff boxed in Furious, nauseous, vexed, perplexed Can’t read between the lines I can hardly read the text The blood screams, the earth weeps The worst weeks It’s obscene, we curse freaks, insert grief, We’re thirsty in the pungent heat Our smiles shut We let our truncheons speak Chicken thighs in our luncheon meat Battery-powered and we are what we eat So, pretty soon basic functions cease *tweet* every single dumb assumption See, we used to speak peace But now our mother tongues got teeth Welcome to the land of bad sleep Fancy antiques, gramps, your grandson’s in the back seat while you’re texting and fuming and fired one wrong move and both of you got retired buy now, flash sale, sex and no climax death and no life back at best we’re all side-tracked plastic in our blood, masochistic love the fastest fisticuffs, no matter if wrists are cut There’s a small cell for every prophet of rage Your kids are doing well They’re just locked in a cage You have our full support, yeah 100 percent Just dig a tunnel 100 metres under the fence Chorus These word are not enough and they’re too much Observe this farce - handcuffed and sucker-punched These – words – are – not – enough These word are not enough and they’re too much These – words – are – not – enough Oche Igboyi Check it, right now, it's 11:30 in the pm Rashawn Brooks got clapped running for them Would the world know if we hadn’t got it on film opportunities, our community, we ain't see ‘em Ain’t no Gladiator to frequent our coliseum And if you think you're hard You might be a mausoleum Take this backpack to the back of the Taqueria And fill it straight to the brim Leave a message for Slim Tell 'em I been grindin’ But I ain't been making ends And probably when I find him We can't even make amends I ain't even making friends With half of the things I say none of it make sense Til half of us pass away Half of us Freddie Gray, all of us George Floyd Nobody allowed to move the establishment getting ‘noid I try not to avoid the movement but the Rona got me second guessing all the ways I been movin’ Watch the media we consumin’ Cause Karen, she deny our Greatness Yeah, she pray for our ruin Reparations out of the question They suggestin’ If we give it to them That mean we kinda confessin’ Mean we kinda regressin’ Mean we losing our leverage Mean we losing our Blessing Have ‘em fetch us a beverage Will you please fetch me my slippers My young Nigga, my Ni**er, My Negro, never will call you Negus Used to entertain us Now you mostly frustrate us Give ‘em all the wealth and they probably still hate us How many Breonna Taylors before they get the message? Not a Nigga alive that can hinder These White Blessings

I cannot navigate by the sun, moon, stars Cuz his monstrous fog is still consuming my car It takes more than one or two bars To adequately express my quest And how I took it too far If these hills are alive Does this land have a heart? Back in ‘92 chillin’ with a few goths in the park Talking ‘bout Albion, England, psychic Landscapes, empire, starving Irish I walked many miles, I cycled, I drove Up and down the country like Michael Gove there’s so much natural beauty Once you head outta town but there’s some other force at work Buried deep in the ground Didn’t pick up on the vibes at first But England is Envy So, who’s really surprised it’s cursed Blood diamonds, bloodlines And blood money When I die, can I be with The peat bog mummies? That’s not a river That’s a burn or a brook If you kill the land language You never need to burn a book I don’t know when the spell seeped in But standing stones They sat down and trees lost limbs I searched under the bridges And over the locks If I find it, what will happen When I open the box? CHORUS I’ve never been a well-versed man But maybe I’ve experienced The Waste Land first hand I got a tip-off: excavate spaghetti junction I taped off a parameter Claiming under construction As I dug, I heard voices: petulant, dour Cacophony of curses, malevolent power Hands got shaky, the shovel hit the heart Of an Evil so alive, maybe I’ll be ripped apart Your daughters are destined For death by discouragement All hope lost, dummy This curse is permanent No! This place is my home At least I don’t have to face All this hatred alone Kae, how great are your poems! The 3-sided coin disappears When we put down the phones Then sirens, rifles, drop that shovel You shouldn’t be here It’s just rocks and rubble Zip wired, back of the van, ocular scan In this black ops facility I’m not a popular man See, they venerate Churchill Celebrate land grabs Exonerate top brass Give xenophobes back slaps I’m sick of this back-and-forthery What’s the most patriotic way They’ll eventually choose to torture me? ‘Until you appreciate your many, many freedoms You gonna have to watch Only Fools and Horses reruns’ CHORUS I’ve never been a well-versed man But maybe I’ve experienced The Waste Land first hand Alastair McIntosh: England! You carver-up of nations For perpetual advantage! Divided self’s divide-and-rule worldview Yes, you, England!