British Intervention

Art is a Weapon 

B.I.3 F**k the Th***re

B.I.6 - It's the end of the beginning, mate

Bohemian Rude Boys

INTERVENTION RECORDS

Looking over my left shoulder
At the right side of a car door which isn't open anymore it’s shut.
I suspect someone got in the back seat as I’m stood a few feet back.
Interesting revelation.
Cant quite remember, cant quite recall, whats over that shoulder, maybe should've had a
look before.
Hands on my hands. Mouth over mouth


Wir Tanzen Wir Träumen
Wir Sterben
Wiederholen
In a back seat of a car thats stolen


Wir Tanzen

     In the

Wir Träumen

     back seat

Wir Sterben

     of a car

Wiederholen

      thats stolen


Torso in between legs. Chest against Chest.
In the back seat of a car thats stolen
Wiederholen
Knees to knees- elbows on cut glass.
Speed brake turn, under the over pass.
Just 12 hours left.


Ich habe Angst.
The Bohemian Rude Boys are here at last.
Un-heimlich manoeuvres
And an aurora which unsettles the northern lights.
They orchestrate the nights corrupt.
And fucked up.
Misfits
And mash ups.
Crack heads
And knackered bag heads
Zip ties
And two fish, shit fingers
Is not what you asked for they decide at what time you die.

Back to the 109
Traffic lights
And Bohemian Rude Boy Rhyme

Intervention Records is an extension of our work within live performance.  

B.I.3 ​Farage for you mate, eat your fucking cake

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