Guerrilla Economics Blog

This is England, what we're supposed to die for. This is England, and we're never gonna cry no more. Black shadow of the Vincent, falls on a Triumph line. I got my motorcycle jacket, but I'm walking all the time. South Atlantic wind blows, ice from a dying creed. I see no glory, when will we be … [Read more...]

By guest blogger Alison Blackman Headbone connects to the neckbone. Neckbone connects to the armbone. Armbone connects to the handbone. Handbone connects to the internet. Connected to the Google, connected to the government.  Thus begins the rap by Mathangi Arulpragasam, a British rapper better … [Read more...]

I was looking at the stars. Not the ones you've seen. Silently opaque through the silver limousine. Floating in the air, powdering to preen. Chandeliers will crack - crumble reconvene. Is there a pride before we fall? Born of the night time, wait in desire for something more. Bored of the night … [Read more...]

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea, and frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee. Little Jackie paper loved that rascal puff, and brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. Oh. Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea, and frolicked in the autumn mist in a land … [Read more...]

Singing dum dum, a deedly dum, uh huh, dum dum, a deedly dum.  Sing it out, dum dum, a deedly dum, a dum dum, a deedly dum. Sing it out, dum dum, a deedly dum. I can't hear ya, dum dum, a deedly dum.  So ends the 1961 song written by Jackie DeShannon and Sharon Sheeley and performed by Brenda Lee.  … [Read more...]