Originally Posted by: Dave Evans 
Originally Posted by: euSSR Go Home 
Dave ...
But corrupted we now are: I watched your video and couldn't understand a word the guy says. Nevertheless, the imagery speaks volumes, even though I don't know how you've arrived at a diagnosis or prognosis of 'hopelessness.' It would be interesting to know how many of which young suffer this mental condition, where they are, and how they articulate it (other than through this unintelligible noise).
Sorry you couldn't understand what he was saying. I arrive at my prognosis of hopelessness by talking to kids, and from that video. This unintelligible noise isn't if you listen.
Truly I listened, Dave. It's just in not any form of speech that I can translate (into Yorkshire, Queen's, Old or Middle English!!). But I like to know about these things, and I say we all need to see what's going on---including what the boys and girls are listening to. So here's a link to the lyrics of
"Ill Manors" (good title). Writer(s) : Ben Drew, Pierre Krajewski, David Conen, Vincent Graf von Schlippenbach, Dmitri Shostakovich. [Ummm., errr... ????]

So right it's political, too.
As a sample for euRef--- The Chorus:
Oi! I said Oi!/What you looking at you little rich boy!/We're poor round here, run home and lock your door/don't come round here no more, you could get robbed for/Real (yeah) because my manors ill -- My manors ill -- For real --- Yeah you know my manors ill, my manors ill! [. . . ]
Let's all go on an urban safari/ we might see some illegal migrants/ Oi look there's a chav,/ that means council housed and violent/ He's got a hoodie on give him a hug,/ on second thoughts don't you don't wanna get mugged [. . . ]
be the joker, play the fool/ What's politics, ain't it all/ smoke and mirrors, April fools/ All year round, all in all [. . .]
Who closed down the community centre?/I kill time there used to be a member,/ what will I do now until September?/ Schools out, rules out, ..../ London's burning, I predict a riot [. . . ]
Lets go looting/no not Luton,/ the high street's closer cover your face/ And if we see any rich kids on the way /we'll make 'em wish they stayed inside/ here's a charge for congestion, everybody's gotta pay/ do what Boris does... rob them blind
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Not quite the Old Swan, then. And those well-padded Ministers.... well they're all in their armour-plated cars, innit? What about the other flabby MPs? I guess they all have an inkling of what's in the offing, or we wouldn't have what's left of the army over by the games centre.
Oh...and PS: I've seen similar things in the good ol' US of A.
Edited by user 23 July 2012 05:14:58(UTC)
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