resigned

Released in 2011, From Russia Lane with Love (Parts One & Two) is the new double long-player from Bethnal Green's Resigned, which takes a look at east London life through the band's younger eyes. Based in the Approach Road triangle, Russia Lane is the setting for the adolescent adventures of a group of teenage boys as they discover music, books, pubs and girls and knowing who their real mates are.

Both parts are now available to listen and download in full. In contrast to the punk basics of part one, the second half takes a gentler stroll around the streets of Bethnal Green (with a brief excursion to Hackney) and the result is an eclectic synth glam pop mix that reveals a new side to the band's repertoire.

Scaredycat Life is cruel and nothing simple Pandora’s box or the colour of your hair A show off touch but nothing sinful A token gesture shows you sort of care Hide all your feelings Hide all your fears Hide all your everything Just don’t hide your tears Oh yeah… scaredycat you are It’s a mess but there’s always tomorrow Lift the rug, sweep them all away Bury your head in the face of decision The sun is shining so it’s time for play It’s all very simple It’s all very clear It’s all very everything Just don’t hide your fear Oh yeah… scaredycat you are Bully’s friend holding onto coattails A frightened look and a childish grin Safety first in the form of a blanket It’s no surprise at the state you’re in One day you’ll realize One day you’ll see One day is everything And you’ll pour it out to me Oh yeah… scaredycat you are.

I Really Hate You Reality troubles me, because there’s no fucking music You’ve got to wake up and listen to what you’re saying You’ve chosen wrong so you blame everyone else around you I’m tying to get my head around just what you’re thinking I hate you, I really hate you and everything you do I’ve tried and I’ve tried to understand the meaning of your decisions So how long can you hope to get away with it? Casting aside your vanity, it really doesn’t fit well Lie upon lie can’t really help you now I hate you, I really hate you and everything you do Defeat’s not bitter, unless you swallow it Wait until tomorrow Don’t hold back now, you know you want to And don’t look back… Not unless you really mean it Honesty breeds contempt, or so you like to tell me You’re full of everything but yet so empty With friends like you and your enemies held so tightly Show compassion now but that’s not very likely I hate you, I really hate you and everything you do.

Knuckledragger Heavy brow Hard cow Chipped teeth Chipped nail Cardinal sin Next of kin Hairy palm Sovereign Parked cars Empty bars You’re tagged Not far Double top Hair cropped Can’t sleep Pill dropped I don’t read much when a picture’s better I sign my name with a single letter Aggro life and a lager swagger Tattooed neck I’m a knuckledragger Pulled skirt Bench shirt Seaside towns They flirt Old chat Cheap tat You wear dunce’s hat Name badge Gold star Fake tan Liar Screaming kids won’t sit You’re on benefit.

It Couldn't Happen to a Nicer Bloke He dresses smart when he goes to work Likes to wear a tie but he never flirts Cos he’s a modern man With a golden tan All the chicks adore This modern whore When all else fails then I use plan B I go so far, but never on one knee I check the mirror, I start to choke It couldn’t happen to a nicer bloke Mating rituals go from bar to bar All the girls they love my motor One, I’m shallow Two, I’m a joke It couldn’t happen to a nicer bloke He swings to the left When he buys tight jeans He swings to the right If you know what I mean Cos he’s a real man’s man With a five-year plan He can take it all Cos he’s invincible.

Hangover I don’t wanna lie down in a heap Don’t wanna wake up Wanna get some sleep Can’t lie awake Can’t feel my feet Can’t breathe out loud Just want to sleep Hangover Pull my eyes shut Hide from the world I can’t even tell if I’m a boy or girl Cry myself awake Cry myself to sleep Cry myself awake Cry myself to sleep Hangover.

I Am I am Bobby Moore I am Boudicea I am Ronnie Kray I am Queen of England I am Sidney James I am Richard Burton I am Graham Greene I am Monty Python I am the voice inside your head I am William Shakespeare I am Dudley Moore I am Gerry Anderson I am Evelyn Waugh I am Jack the Ripper I am Benny Hill I am Ranulph Fiennes I am Arthur Scargill I am the voice inside your head Whatever makes you happy? You’ll have to wait and see There’s only room for genius So stick around with me! I am Alfred Hitchcock I am Simon Dee I am Horatio Nelson I am Christopher Lee I am Cary Grant I am Francis Drake I am Christopher Wren I am William Blake.

What Happened to England? Too many voices on the radio Too many voices telling you what to do It’s full of houses on the playing fields It’s full of cars, it’s full of ideals killed What happened to England!? What’s happened to this green and pleasant land? Just take a look all around you They’re selling England by the pound We’re drowning in sea of middle class My father’s battle has been and gone And all the old boys landed on their arse Fighting for her and it’s all gone wrong And you, you want it all All the streets are lined with baseball caps All the cities filled with hate All the fools are towing the media line Your ivory tower has sealed your fate.

Friday Night I’ve been taking my time just to get it right Drawing faces on a steamed up window, in the dead of night But I don’t wanna face you, I don’t wanna tell you the truth I know you won’t believe me… you’re gonna hit the roof! It’s Friday Night and I’m coming home It’s Friday Night and I’m coming home to you I won a prize in a fairground attraction, by the neon sign I threw a ball in the pouring rain I had to make it mine When in doubt you should hold your hands up to what you’ve said and done You look like a shop floor dummy down the barrel of a gun It’s the same old, same old When you’ve made up your mind You got to find some understanding You’re just cruel to be kind I greased the palms of every monkey Because you want it all I tasted sugar and it’s not so sweet You treat me like a fool.

This Demi-Paradise Sign of the times Show some respect and open up a door We cast away We swim the tide but we’re pushed back to shore There’s nothing left It’s cold and wet but this island’s all mine This demi-paradise (it’s got faults but it’s not dull, it gets caught deep in your soul) Five years from now, I’ll tell you things and you’ll say ‘holy cow’ Just mark my words I’ll mark your card with songs of Jerusalem Migrating west Home sweet home embroidered upon your chest Go run and hide I close my eyes and I count to five… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 It’s hard to see, when you rule the sea And I count to ten… 6, 7, 8, 9, 10! Jewel in the shit Where north is hard and southern folks are full of it You go and pack I think I’ll stay and raise the Union Jack.

From Russia Lane with Love I say hello to Russia Lane with love It’s hard to explain the things we do I hide from you in Russia Lane my love Behind the curtain something’s new I hold on to you From Russia Lane with love I say goodbye to Russia Lane with love A memory pulls and I return I paint the walls in Russia Lane my love I knock three times the longship calls It’s only then that you know it all From Russia Lane with love.

Saturday I wake up on a Saturday morning it's bloody cold but the sun is shining I dress really quick because all my friends are waiting I run down the stairs real fast cos once again the lifts ain't working I leap the fence and cross the grass because all my friends are waiting Saturday Saturday Swap Shop and read the Beano Saturday what a day stay up late it's great and singing Geno Afternoon and kicking a ball 'round late at night we'll be kicking a fence down it's the swings that grab your attention we're too young to really notice girls Don't feel the cold when you're wearing a parka write your name with a felt-tipped marker christen Green Flash with big size sevens we're too young to really notice girls Saturday Saturday World of Sport and Derek Randall Saturday what a day Stay out late it's great being a vandal.

New Cross Nervous Breakdown Tick tock body clock there's nothing here but glam rock you and me multiply your favourite song is Sky High blonde hair dungarees riding crop on your knees blue eyes summer skies cross your fingers telling lies You're my New Cross nervous breakdown White jeans seventeen hanging 'round is your scene seaside having fun never tell your mum hip hooray you shoot going red as beetroot pout lip you sigh swing your hat as you go by You're my New Cross nervous breakdown breakdown baby You don't know the half of it cos it's not bathed in sunshine let me take you on a trip and we can have a good time. 

Stop Start I stumble on the late night train the smell of piss just seems to overwhelm graffiti etched on dirty glass feet on seats means you’re not on your arse Stop deceiving start believing like it will turn out fine these things seem to happen all the time stop believing start deceiving like everything is fine you’ve got what I want so I’m gonna make it mine A fear of standing in a queue shield your numbers unless you’re really dumb cigarette burns spoil the view prying eyes are fixed locked on to you CCTV never lies exception rules not when you want it to the hooded vampire sucks you dry my vigilante boast just waves goodbye.

It's Alright She'll love you and then hate you she'll plead and push you far away so don't trust her she'll hurt you hold on now to every feeling Rejected she'll call you hard done by so tell her that look means a run for cover I've read your mind a thousand times It's alright it's okay the only one to love is your mother it's alright, it's okay we really should hate one another She's frantic to see you holding court smile to tease you your guard's down when it hits you so take it boy just like the man says table's turned with mind games told you so is part and parcel cutting ties meets with empty silence so hold on tight and never let go anger fades becomes longing building walls high to protect you waiting game goes on forever It's only then you realise what you want never listen to all the rumours If you do they'll only confuse you.

Fragile I've been standing here for years and years and years only when I'm dreaming takes me back If I wanted dreams I'd sleep my life away apparently this is where I'm going wrong This is where it all began for me and you Terra firma standing in my way push against the gravity I know so well melancholy feeling makes me happy If I knew the answers then I'd run to them.

The Adventures of a Teenage Go Go Dancer Early morning train points to London spotty boys and toys well it’s no wonder education starts on the back seat Mr. Jones says but he makes my skin creep well it’s not like that when you think you’ve got the answers the adventures of a teenage go-go dancer Vicious tongues licking at your feelings but it’s okay when I’m staring at your ceiling there’s a certain thrill I get deep inside me it’s not the deed but the sound of the lock and key My dad tells me that you’re a good man a bit of a lad a joker who’s wife doesn’t understand so treat me fine because I’m really special or so you tell me like you do all the other girls.

Good Cop Bad Cop You don't wanna mess with oh no I'd like to show you everything I see and more but can you really start to trust me know from where I stand I find it really hard to fail because I'm good cop I'm bad cop I'm your enemy now I'm your best friend it's hard to believe you you feed me lies when you're telling the truth I'm as happy as can be oh yeah today's the day you ride with me I'll open your eyes I could cry I could fly right up to the stars today just stick around because I'd really like to make you pay playing evil is my favourite game twisted madman can you call my name out loud and in a fit of jealousy and rage I really think you should start acting your age.

Hackney Downs Syndrome Making your way around this part of town you feel like you belong It’s not quite suburbia hits a nerve with ya now we’ve moved in It's been dead for many years now five pound for beers it’s ace with retro taste You were born here you say well that’s okay we’ve made it much better for you Riding my bike around keeps the carbon down don’t see red and everything’s green Have a guess what I do I'm in media too we’re in Hackney and everything’s great Gas heaters everywhere warms the autumn air until it’s time and I’m falling home come meet my crazy friends funny in every sense our jokes are better than yours Checked shirts and floral skirts beards are in you jerk how fucking cool am I tearing traditions down in Hackney Downs it’s just what we do.

Robot Janet (Series F) Cloning R2D2 when you walk along cut the red one not the blue one sometimes get it wrong strut your robo moonwalk use your laser eyes rusty, freckled metal face a thin human disguise rows and rows of carbon data curse my plastic beeps rubbish stories of the future dream electric sheep alienation desolation nuclear wind blows if in doubt then your salvation's found in one who knows Robot Janet save me tonight online junkie never sleeps until he's laid to rest Janet knows the upright walk is evolution's best digits told in binary are wonders to behold neon sunrise day-glo landscape welcome to my world surfing time is fundamental when you press to play three dimensions hold you back or so the doctors say love machine in overdrive and credits by the score tribal pulse beat generator nails you to the floor.

True Love I've been frightened in the past growing fears that seem to last but the four walls that I wear always leave me going nowhere and your love it always drowns me I've often tried to cross your rough sea but your teasing and your lying always leaves me sad and crying true love comes and true loves goes but my love for you it grows like a flower in the rain I'm carving names deep in a tree thinking what you mean to me cos if you left I couldn't stand the pain no more All my friends they think I'm mad but I love you and I'm glad and your picture's on my wall that I worship as a rule pleasing you is all I care I adore the clothes you wear I've given credit where it's due it's every little thing about you It's hard to work it's hard to play I think about you every day I'm so happy that you're mine I'm doing things I shouldn't dare I just hope you really care cos I'd break down if you were lying.

It's Still My Bethnal Green by Resigned

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24th January 2012</b><br>

<a href="http://www.facebook.com/events/224711644276801/">Monto Water Rats</a>  - 8:30pm<br>

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