On The Scrounge Again

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A celebration of early 90s hip hop by a guy who wasn't there.

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released March 17, 2019

All tracks written by Pete Glover except My Ride written by Matt Blick and Pete Glover, and Cassettes written by Pete Glover, Michael Wickware, Glen Phillips and Ken Mahru (as The Worldly Self-Assurance).

All instruments by Pete Glover except:
My Ride - all instruments by Matt Blick, except backing vocals and beats by Pete Glover, and Blackened Death Metal Interlude by Sapient. Mastered by Rob Cooke at MojoBat Studios
Cassettes - Pete Glover: vocals, guitar, beats. Michael Wickware: vocals. Glen Phillips: lead guitar, bass. Ken Mahru: keys. Becci Farley: vocals.

There are some samples and stuff in here that I didn't clear on account of the fact I'm only gonna sell about 4 of these, but if you represent Ella Fitzgerald, The Buena Vista Social Club or Baby Huey then have a word and I'll cease and desist.

All tracks produced by Pete Glover

Artwork design by Pete
Photography by Yu-pon

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Track Name: BMO Chop
Saturday's landed, I know I'm gonna spoil it
Falling asleep on the motherfucking toilet
9AM wake up and go to bed
With a fire in my pants and a hammer in my head
How much did I drink? Well it must've been plenty
My pockets, my wallet and my memory is empty
With these black holes getting all too frequent
Just random events in no kind of sequence
Somewhere in my judgement's a flaw
Hit the floor, hit the bar, put the girl in the car
I'm putting my brain and my body through hell
But my feet still find home all by themselves
Open the door and open the wine
Things'll be fine with the needle on vinyl
Wherever I go other people follow
I got 25 jobs that can wait 'til tomorrow
I've got style and panache and a helping of luck
Now the sun's coming up, what the fuck!

Why be ordinary when you can be awesome
Why be generic when you can be superfly
Don't let nobody tell you what to do
Why would you be like them when you can be like you

Take a time out, smell the flowers
I've been smoking for hours, now I stink
I think I need a shower
Should I step outside, the bubble's inviting
Days spent writing but fishies are biting
Throw out a line and see what I pull back
I'd rather have a Whopper than a Big Mac
But that's a one-way street to obesity
So it's carrots and prawns and okonomiyaki
Yeah I love that shit when I've got the munchies
Cheddar ain't yours, it's nacho cheese!
I watch movies all the time if I can
If I get let down it's "game over, man!"
I won this wattle with servo-mechanics
Feynman taught me electrodynamics
I use the acoustics to own hiphop
Now I'm coming to getcha with a "BMO chop!"

Why be ordinary when you can be awesome
Why be generic when you can be superfly
Don't let nobody tell you what to do
Why would you be like them when you can be like you
Track Name: Grim Reality
This ain't no walk in the park
It gets dark pretty soon
And no-one gives a damn about you
Count on that, it's a set-back
It might seem bleak
It's a stone cold fact

I remember getting paid 'cause I had a job once
Sent 50 CVs but I got no response
So back down the JC+, join a line
Sign a form, make a call, just a waste of my time
Beans for tea, 3rd night in a row
Toast for breakfast. Got jam? Hell no.
I can't complain, it's food in my belly
Just a radio 'cause they repossessed the telly
Which is fine 'cause the programmes are lacking morality
Vacuous dickheads craving celebrity
Brevity, looks and, above all things, money
I've been to Philadelphia, it's ain't fucking sunny
Somebody somewhere's getting way overpaid
I'd sell my mother on Ebay just for minimum wage
Buddy, lend us a quid for a bottle or two
It's a slippery slope, could it happen to you?

This ain't no walk in the park
It gets dark pretty soon
And no-one gives a damn about you
Count on that, it's a set-back
It might seem bleak
It's a stone cold fact

I won't put on a voice or affect an accent
This ain't Raekwon or Dre, I'm a white guy from Chatham
Not straight outta Compton or raised in the streets
So get the fuck over yourselves and listen to the beat
There's a wave of hatred sweeping
Through Eurasia and I'm keeping
My hopes up these right-wing arseholes
Change their ways or be humiliated at the polls
I don't care much for religion
But we all should be free from derision
To quote Voltaire "I detest what you say
But defend your right to say it" anyway
The excrement's hitting the air-con in Syria
People who wouldn't think twice about killing you
Trade your imaginary friends in for oil
The spoils of war, slip off this mortal coil

This ain't no walk in the park
It gets dark pretty soon
And no-one gives a damn about you
Count on that, it's a set-back
It might seem bleak
It's a stone cold fact
Track Name: Goal!
It's my goal in life to go to every town
Paint the damn thing red
Turn it upside down
Til the coins fall out of every pocket
I'll put my one string bass into your jack lead socket
When I've taken all my money and had all my fun
I'll leave the wreckage behind and find another one
If you've got more to offer then I might come back
With room for more memories in my backpack
It's my goal in life to love all of the women
I ain't no misogynist
I love art so keep 'em coming
Whatever I take I like to give back
Which means more good times than you can shake a stick at
I'm Frank Sinatra for the modern age
Georgie Best turning over a new page
If it ain't enough that I'm sharing my bed
When the dawn comes I'll make you bacon and eggs

It's my goal in life to write a million songs
I'm on schedule provided that nothing goes wrong
And if the hit ratio is only 20%
The royalties will pay 'til I'm 110
I rock the hardcore
I jam the hip-hop
Got FUK, Ukulele and electropop
If it's done before then I'll do it again
But only five times better than you've ever seen
Cos I've got craftsmanship
I've got emotion
I've got more love than there's water in the ocean
It's my goal in life to make you all feel good
If you feel bad I want to know
Cos you never should
Music made this city that we built
I've got no time for religion and guilt
We're free from all that
And I'll make you believe it
It's my goal in life and I'm gonna achieve it
Track Name: My Ride (with Matt Blick)
Aye up me duck! Public service announcement
Lemme push the bus as the way to get round Hoodtown, now
Yellow 71 stops opposite Bulwell Bogs
Ya Blue 45 goes up Mapperley Top
It's got the posh kid voice that'll give you the creeps
Got a ticket for the cricket? Get the Green 13
There's a farm smack-bang in the middle of Stansville
Get on the 21, same as the Panthers fans will
Northbound 40 and you're feeling Blue
Scratching like Jazzy to the GMU
Little C, big C or up the duff
Looks like City's where you wanna get off bruv
Orange 36 to the QMC
Stop at the Savoy via Sainsbury's
Ya gotta stock up man, them sweets ain't cheap
Screen 1, have a cuddle in a double seat

My ride is bigger than yours even Jay-Z ain't got two floors
My ride is bigger than yours even Kanye ain't got two floors
My ride is bigger than yours even Chuck D ain't got two floors
My ride is bigger than yours even Tupac ain't got two floors

There's kids sneaking Maccy D's onto the 43
Round the corner from where Fopp used to be
Brand new Nokia, take it out, feelin proud
Shocking taste in music, bled. Imma play it loud!
Old Jack's eating crackers on the back of the bus
On the coffin dodger run no one makes a fuss
Pink 30 powered by beets not Beats By Dre
Beetroot that you used to eat yoof back in the day
Roll past Wayne Manor back into town
Driver's complaining, Shurrup! Put the ramp down
The lady with the 'chair that's chin-controlled
Wants to ride this beast up Illson Rd
Always drama livening up the place
The mums is fussin over buggy space
Cos theres a pimped up pram with the spinnin rims
So big no other mothers can squeeze in

My ride is bigger than yours...

Drivers skiving down the alley on Angel Row
Taking five minutes for a crafty smoke
Where the Beatles played the Odeon in '63
Now we got a Nando's and a Nando's wannabe
Annie's Burger Shack is hard to beat
But you'll never get to try it cos you'll never get a seat
Sloppy Joe at Brown Betty's or try Homemade
Maryland skim your can but they keep your change
Kids swimming in schools to Oceana
Girls like goldfish, lads like piranhas
Pure and simple, maybe, simple not pure
Walk past the Left Lion see if he roars
Xylophone Man's got a blue plaque
The feds would cut him no slack if he came back
Would he get on Mark Del's show? Can I get a “Hell No!”
Poddingham might though - he's the Pope of Mansfield Road

My ride is bigger than yours...

How you rollin? I'm rollin heavy
How you rollin? I'm rollin heavy
How you rollin? I said I'm rollin heavy
You need to wash your tabs out

I'm rollin heavy, said heavy I'm rolling
13 tons. Built in Poland.
39 Feet from head to toe
6-cylinder diesel, direct-injection, four-stroke
Looking for a rhyme or a rhythm or a pattern
In a skanky old Metro that an old lady sat on
There ain't no clowns round Canning Circus
They're just workers, no one's gonna murk us
Gooseh's got rides, Mela's got rhythm
Tarantino hit Broadway brought Pulp Fiction with him
I'm loud like Little John, Sillitoe-gritty
Hooks as sticky as the floor in Rock City
Getting busy like the bus stop at Forest Rec or
Tight like the floor space inside Rob's Records
So bring me the bus! Bring me the driver!
Bring me breakfast from Warsaw Diner!

My ride is bigger than yours...
Track Name: Second Adolescence
I would grow up but I'm enjoying too much
I would slow down but time waits for no man
I reckon the essence of making impressions on life is the second adolescence

The price of housing these days
A fall in the wage
Never gonna save for a deposit in an ice age
Praise the bank of mum and dad associated hotel
To which we are all ingratiated
An option is to rent, pay a stranger's second mortgage
Or a tent on a green belt
Use the woods to forage for berries and for truffles
You could ruffle a feather or two
The authorities will put you back to square one
Start anew
What you gonna do? Have a barbecue
Got a chicken wing
Got a skewer of halloumi for me and you
Crackers and cheese if you please
Green, green leaves are what you need
To make you feel at ease
My priorities are papers, tobacco and an ambiance
A slow down
A time for intransience
Soak up the sound of my clan in the front
Have another round
Now you're going down, son!

I would grow up but I'm enjoying too much
I would slow down but time waits for no man
I reckon the essence of making impressions on life is the second adolescence

Gonna get loaded in my 30s
A clean pair of shirtsleeves
My brother gets dirty with the nappies
I'm busy playing Sensible Soccer
Jose Chamot, Fat Ronaldo and Gianluca Vialli
It's my day off, I'm not getting up early
The early birds get the worm
The early fox gets the birdy
Christ, the sun's bright
I'll get up at 12.30
When I'm feeling creative I'll get tapping on my qwerty
Every other week some old biddy asks
"When you gona settle down?
When you gonna have a kid?"
How about never
I don't live my life on a schedule set by the Daily Mail
My choices are my own
It's not on my ever growing list of goals
Spunking in a pussy, something any uneducated dick can do
There's still too many people on the planet
Childcare and nursery
I won't have it
Do I look like a bursary?

I would grow up but I'm enjoying too much
I would slow down but time waits for no man
I reckon the essence of making impressions on life is the second adolescence

The second adolescence is a blessing
But it ain't all about looking after myself
I wanna make the world a better place
Show the kids how to behave
I'm an atheist respecting all religion and race
You've got a right to believe
Although I don't agree necessarily
The apple very rarely falls far from the tree
Responsibility of many types can be found
From helping others to picking up litter off of the ground
Sometimes people take the piss if I do a good thing
It don't affect me, I'll take it on the chin
I'm neither a brawler nor a delicate flower
Though I'm probably taller than the Tokyo tower
When I'm not lying down to recover from a big night
The next flight might be the leap home
The insight from my many travels could lead you astray
and persuade you to say
I did it myyyyyyyyy waaaaaaaaaayyyyy

I would grow up but I'm enjoying too much
I would slow down but time waits for no man
I reckon the essence of making impressions on life is the second adolescence
Track Name: Cassettes
It's all about tapes
I mean like cassesttes
Though they don't sound great
But I heard it on the grape
Vine, I'll tell you 'bout the rest
It's all about tapes (yeah it's all about....)

Forget about fate
The spool is the best
Though they don't sound great
I got my first from a mate
Could've been the Sheds <--(as in Shed 7)
It's all about tapes (yeah it's all about)

I made a mix today
To get some things off my chest
Though they don't sound great
There's some things I wanna say
No matter what comes next
It's all about tapes
Though they don't sound great

Just spin that one more time
Before the spindle breaks now
Just spin that one last time
If you want I can show you how
The music playing, the bodies swaying
Just spin that one last time
Before the spindle breaks now

It’s all about the tapes
I mean like cassettes
Though they don’t sound great

If the beat comes late
Make the counter reset
It’s all about the tapes (yeah it’s all about)

Reach into my crate
The groove I caress
Naw, this don’t sound great

Pry the plastic case
Now we’re gonna get wrecked
It’s all about the tapes y’all

Across the USA
Among the soviets
Though they don’t sound great

Before you press play
Turn a pencil till it’s stretched
It’s all about the tapes

I'm a Nakamichi Dragon
Track Name: Breaking The Motherfuckin Law
I just stole a fish! From the supermarket
Not a whole fish
It was just a fillet
When the lady at the deli got a bag with a seal
And I realised no price standing at the till
So into my bag with all the other items
Security guard!
Do I look frightened?
Just walk out the door, cucumber cool
Like Ocean's 11
I pity the fool that hesitates
When they see a mistake
I'm not looking 'round
Opportunity knocks
5 finger discount
I'm a winner
Soundtrack by Hans Zimmer
And you schmucks all had to pay for your dinner

Breaking the motherfucking law like a super badass
I'm a super badass

I just ran a red light!
There was no-one around at midnight
But I had to slow right down
To check every mirror, check every direction
Somebody should've checked for a faulty connection
Cos the light's always red when there's no damn traffic
And my breaking the law wouldn't be so dramatic
So I took an executive decision, hit the gas
Those who disapprove can kiss my ass
I was totally sober
Trying to get home
Just a minor threat on the road
Now it's getting late, no delay
Time to hit the brake and hit the hay

Making my own fucking rules like a super badass
I'm super badass

I just smoked a joint!
Then I fell asleep
Covered in crumbs from a Danish pastry
Apparently it's bad being hungry and lazy
But Bake Off's got the highest ratings on TV
That must be why the BBC sold it
Instead of encouraging us to keep rollin rollin rollin
In Durham and Derbyshire the popos said "Fuck it,
We're not gonna arrest you any more
We've got better things to do
Than stop stoners at home in a weed induced coma
Rocking to a Moroccan aroma
But I ain't gonna campaign for them to legalise
I make my own rules and I'm gonna get hiiigh

Breaking the motherfucking law like a super badass
I'm a super badass
Track Name: Black Days
Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays
It's been 3 or 4 months since you were last paid
Your knees are really feeling the strain
You know you should stop playing
But these days it's one of the few things that keeps you going
The postman called but the letters are unopened
I know what they say about how much I owe them
Final notice or another arrears
They don't care where you go but you can't stay here
Nearly got it working, something always goes wrong
A farce from the past like Flanders & Swann
It's one of those weeks where everything breaks
The gasman cometh, nothing got fixed
It's that moment when your life shifts from being about what you could be to what you have been
No one listened when you spoke are cares when you sing
You weren't a rock star
You weren't anything

Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays
Look to me for help, I got nothing to say
Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays
The people you rely on are turning away
Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays
It only takes a minute, your mind can change
Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays
Sleep on it, tomorrow's a new day

They gave us a choice, be part of something much wider in scope
Or take you ball and go home, be the outsider
But unity lost with only 48%
That's just under half they don't represent
The tabloid press stoking the residual
Feelings of hate against groups not individuals
Criminals that leave a bomb in a building
Cos the way into heaven is by blowing up children
How the hell did they reach that conclusion?
Of a world view that is just an illusion
What the bad luck, wrong place, wrong time
A poison that twists impressionable young minds
The sunshine never reaches the ground
Apocalypse now
They looked for a smoking gun that was never found
Never held to account
I don't trust this system to bring then instigators to justice


Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays
Look to me for help, I got nothing to say
Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays
The people you rely on are turning away
Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays
It only takes a minute, your mind can change
Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays
Sleep on it, tomorrow's a new day
Track Name: Don't Stop Til You're Out Of Cash
Got no money, gonna borrow instead
Cos I can't think more than a minute ahead
Live within your means, just spill the beans
Keen to sample nouvelle cuisine
Mortgaged the house up to the hilt
Forget the debt, jets to Brasil
Credit spiral on my personal loan
Debt collector repossessin' my home
One hunner per cent ay pee arr
No diamond ring, gonna pawn a guitar
Got a salary now, 'bout a grand a month
Payday tomorrow, got money to spunk
On nothin' much, at least I don't remember
What I spent last month or in December
Tequila shots, blunts with hash
Don't stop the night 'til you're outta cash

Mo' money mo' money mo' money gonna need mo' money tonight
Mo' money mo' money mo' money gonna need mo' money
Mo' money mo' money mo' money gonna need mo' money tonight
Mo' money mo' money mo' money gonna need mo' money

Magazine dreaming
A council estate in Peckham
Wanna grow up to look just like David Beckham
A ton for the ink
A hundred for improvements
Sued for a grand when you want to remove 'em
Gold-plated trainers
Get famous
In pursuit of your goals you gotta be shameless
Ideas aren't as important as face
In this culture of waste
Don't know how to account for taste
Things turn sour
Turn to Paddy Power
If you can handle addiction to gambling for hours
Lighting a candle and watching the monkey singe
The house saw me coming and exclaimed "For the win!"
Loan shark alone in the park
It could be me that you meet after dark
Knock you for a loop and a freebie
Just a casualty on my path to the top spot
Look at me
Out of cash but I couldn't stop

Mo' money...
Track Name: Dolly Parton Style​/​I'm Gonna Be Sick
I don't work
I just rap
I sit back with the system up
And get fucked at the wheel
A new deal
Got a Barce shirt
On the back it says 16 Somerield
Let loose on the soccer field
I'll overthrow your twinkle toes
Gonna tackle hard
Score some motherfucking golazos
All the chicks and hos gonna be impressed
By my naked body when I undress
Though I confess I'm a bit shy
So I masturbate quite a lot on the sly
I'm a single guy
Don't act surprised
I can use Kleenex
Or in your vaginanananananananana
Can't decide where to fly this time
Need a break for a week'
Somewhere unique like Rome or Martinique
Hit my peak in the bars
Sink a few jars
Sing songs and play guitar
Time to dance
I'm the best
Where I end up tonight is anyone's guess
Need a breast for a pillow
Then ride armadillos down to Hermosillo

Early hours
Walk the streets
Find my feet
Tread a few miles of concrete
See graffiti
I tried it once but it defeats me
New art forms
Start a storm
Piss of the cops
Don't heed the warning signs
Between the lines of railway tracks
Neil Buchanan's Art Attack
Not some amateur playschool mural
An epidural to fix your dodgy rotator cuff
A pinch of snuff
Jolt you back to life or have you had enough?
9 to 5
Just survive 'til the weekend
See your friends only on Facebook
Lost the choice
Watch The Voice
Brainless singers
Eat chips and fish fingers
High cholesterol
Had opportunities but you missed 'em all
Back to school
The world is turning
And they say learning's a life long process
What will you hear next?
50 years old with a masters in philosophy
To go with your colostomy this life is lost on me

I haven't found what I want but it won't stop me looking
Waiting on a street outside a print shop in Brooklyn
Holes in my trainers so I threw them in the trash
Now I'm down a pair of shoes and I'm running low on cash
Midnight ping-pong
A good place to get more sober
Or at the very least save my future self from a hangover
Roast chicken dinner with the spicy artillery
A deck of effects so plug them in the auxiliary
Psychedelic White Rabbit
Rock it like Grace Slick
I'm gonna be sick
I'm here with Mickey Dick
Better write it down cos I'll forget it otherwise
I'll stick your thumbs up the business end of the other guys

Small town Saviours
Complaints from the neighbours
Shameless attention seeker owes me a favour
Shame this is Medway
Not a room in the Savoy
Or I'd respect your rejection
Cut through the noise and feel the joy
Booiiii my method of expression's out of date
It'll take a dead man's tunes to make you ejaculate
In the face
In the black
Out of the blue
Get back to your roots
To the branches
Take the bus or take your chances
Xylem and the Phloem
I dunno 'em but the nutrients are going up and down
There's a confluence of sound
From the miscreants
Coincidence? I think not
The obsolete will get a second wind
So vote for me to drop the beat
Track Name: Your Light No Longer Shines
A standard 100 Watt bulb, I'll never be alone
You can probably find me in your own home
On/off switch or you can use a dimmer
To get the mood right when your girl's 'round for dinner
In the mouth like Uncle Fester, or better yet
A wall fixture, screwcap or bayonet
I wanna live forever but I shouldn't be hasty
When the filament breaks you'll have to replace me

I'm small but I'm bright, I'm an L.E.D.
I can run off a 3V lithium battery
And true, I get used pretty fast
But you can replace them at Wilko's, 3 for just 50p
You can make a throwie, add a magnet to hold us together
Then just throw it at whatever
Magnetic, a spectacle in your home town
'Til the skeptics come and take us all down

Watch me strobe, 'round the globe, in the club
Feel the sub, feel the heat and here we go
Don't come near if you're epileptic, you will regret it
Somebody better call a medic
Off and on, 0 1, like digital but more fun
Move fast, drain your glass, get yer ass on the dancefloor
Before this night is a thing of the past

What's up brothers? They call me traffic light
I've got 3 colours and I'm here to make your day shite
You need me to be green? Damn straight, I'll turn red
When you need to be on time I'll make you late instead
I sit on the corner so the cars don't pass
Stop! Choke on your own gas fumes
I presume pretty soon
They'll be putting me next to roads on the moon

I'm old school, I'm called a gaslamp
Erected in the reign of Queen Victoria
We used to run down Pall Mall and Tottenham Court Road
Train stop 'til you reach the Astoria
One was not amused when electric lamps were built
But stiff upper lip, don't cry over spilt milk
I've seen a lot of things come, a lot of things pass
But muggers still use flick knives and crowbars

Watch me strobe, 'round the globe, in the club
Feel the sub, feel the heat and here we go
Don't come near if you're epileptic, you will regret it
Somebody better call a medic
Off and on, 0 1, like digital but more fun
Move fast, drain your glass, get yer ass on the dancefloor
Before this night is a thing of the past

I stand in the corner of the Arena
You won't believe the things I've seen
DiMaggio hit a home run, Stevey G shoots like a bullet from a gun
100m dash run under 10 seconds
The athletes come when the fame beckons
World cup, grand slam, olympic big win
I'll illuminate, heck, just about anything

I'm alone, I just sit on a rock
Like some huge, erect phallic symbol
And every day I'm battered by the waves
I sit amongst the pebbles, the sand and the shingle
I've seen ships of every sort
And my light helps guide them into the port
If I turn off they'll hit the rocks
Maybe I'll find a mermaid who'll suck my...

Watch me strobe, 'round the globe, in the club
Feel the sub, feel the heat and here we go
Don't come near if you're epileptic, you will regret it
Somebody better call a medic
Off and on, 0 1, like digital but more fun
Move fast, drain your glass, get yer ass on the dancefloor
Before this night is a thing of the past

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