We're Not Gonna Take It!



My 'Song for Glasgow' competition has got off to a good start with this rousing entry from Angela - 'We're Not Gonna Take It' by Twisted Sister.

If you ask me, the words seem very apt and might just become an inspiring slogan in the fight for equal pay with Glasgow City Council. 

   



A Song for Glasgow (01/06/18)



I thought I'd lighten the mood a little with a new competition - A Song For Glasgow!

Now this is really about the fight for equal pay with Glasgow City Council and if you ask me, this has a way to run yet.

I have no doubt there will be more 'rollercoaster' days ahead, so let me start things off with my own entry, 'Promises' by Lyle Lovett - the opening lines of which are:


Promises given

And promises broken 

I really hope these lines don't end up as a metaphor for Glasgow City Council, but the song featured in the movie 'Dead Man Walking' and after a great campaign by the three claimant organisations (A4ES, GMB and Unison) I think we can safely say that this is now the fate of the Council's much 'unloved' and 'unfit for purpose' WPBR.


Send your entries to me by email - markirvine@compuserve.com - in complete confidence, of course.


   

Promises

A song by Lyle Lovett


Promises given
And promises broken
Words stain my lips
Just like blood on my hands

And words are like poison
That sinks down inside you
And some things you do
You just don't understand

I offer no reason
I ask for no pity
I make no excuse
For the way that I am

And words are like poison
That sinks down inside you
And some things you do
You just don't understand

I God is my witness
Then God is my savior
But if you are my judge
Then I'm already damned

And words are like poison
That sinks down inside you
And some things you do
You just don't understand

And would if my fingers
To cut off and give you
Could gain my redemption
I'd cut off my hands

But words are like poison
That bends you and blinds you
And some things you do
You just don't understand

So this is my story
And I hope that it finds you
For your sweet attention
I cannot demand

And words are like poison
That lives down inside you
And some things you do
You just don't understand

Songwriters: Lyle Lovett

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