Words and songs by Lady June
Music and Arrangements by Mark Hewins
REBELA should have been a boy, they say,
'cos nobody could stop her
when she wanted her own way.
But she is really just a girl
with a very pretty curl
right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she started School she broke all the petty rules
and the teachers they were really all quite horrid!
They said she was too loud
when she was really very shy
and very, very scared because
she tried too hard to try.
The boys were all big bullies
and they nipped and pulled her hair.
She laughed, and smiled, and talked too much
pretending not to care.
Got kept behind to write out lines
a hundred times or more,
and made to stand for hours on end
in a corner by the door.
She liked to draw and paint a lot,
liked learning English too,
but hated mathematics
spending hours in the loo.
The problem was what teachers taught
would drift her into dreaming,
and then when asked a question
she wouldn't know the meaning.
Chapter II
Track 2 - ART SCHOOL
Next Rebela went to Art School
where she really made a mess,
climbed up onto the School roof
and then broke the etching press,
they had to call the Fire Brigade
to get one up, one down,
and everybody seemed to think
she ought to leave the town.
So Father taught her how to sell
Hats, Coats, Costumes and Dresses,
to fat and ugly ladies
who looked even bigger messes.
Then Rebela got the staff to go
and ask for much more money,
but Father didn't seem to think
that-that was very funny.
"Be off, be off", everyone said,
"this town is much too small,
why don't you go to London
where the streets are paved with gold,
go quick and get your share of it
before you are too old."
Track 3 - Stones
Now at this time Rebela met
a man called BILLIBUM
who couldn't tell the difference
from his button and a thumb,
but London is a Lonely place
for a girl who was alone
because not having got a man
she was obliged to stay at home.
Rebela stayed there in their room
To Cook and Clean and Sew
she never had a moment,
always on the go,
and it wasn't very long before
she started getting bored,
especially when Billibum
kept crashing out and snored.
He really hated Music
Be it Classical or Funk,
And when she tried to play some
He reacted like a Skunk
One night he took some LSD
And went completely mad,
Flew out of the window
And landed on her Dad.
So she went and Modelled Clothes
While Billibum stayed at home,
Spending all the money,
And talking on the 'phone.
She started looking for a place,
Perhaps a little Flat
But everywhere she went they said;
"No, not a girl like that - ALONE:
It took a year to find one..
She told Billibum she was leaving,
And he really went Bananas
Then did quite convincing weeping.
So, she left him with a Dummy
And something frozen in the 'Fridge,
Then went to find some freedom
In a place called Brokenridge.
There she met an Artist,
A professed Genius,
With a very sexy accent,
And a shocking pink moustache.
He said he dug her for her mind
(but didn't want to know it),
and he often said he loved her
(but he didn't seem to show it)
But, once again she painted
And was really a success,
Then dropped it for Photography
'cos it made
that
much
less
mess.
TRACK 4 Millionaires
Then Rebela met a millionaire
And went out on his yacht,
Every time they went to sea
She vomited a lot.
He also had an Aeroplane
and did great loops and dips,
her stomach stayed up in the air
while the rest of her was sick.
They went off in his sports car
And did a tour of Spain,
But Spanish food had made her ill
And she just became a pain.
She thought of 'Gran Britannia',
And longed to get back home,
"To hell with al the luxury",
so she split to be alone - AGAIN!
Rebela slowly realised
The world was not a cake,
To even get a slice of it
You must be on the make.
She saw the wars and cruelty,
The hatred and the greed,
Abuse of animals and children,
And the ageing ones in need.
The mindless Politicians,
All the Laws and Rules and Lies,
And wondered how to change it
Before everybody dies.
She didn't have much rhetoric
If peoples eyes were dead,
And being a single woman,
Just couldn't get ahead.
She decided to do Social Work
And went for lots of jobs,
But all the interviewers
Were a bunch of boring snobs.
They treated her just like a joke,
She didn't stand a chance,
So finally she gave it up
And went on Stage and Danced,
to
Millionaires Song (REBELA)
Vs 1
Rock and Roll Music,
Rockin' day and night,
On the road, with the Band,
Toured and Toured the strangest lands……
Vs 2
Rock and Rolled in Russia,
Rocked into Japan,
Rocked sideways into China,
And Rocked the Isle of Man……
She started writing Poems and Songs,
Played Percussion, Bongos, Gongs.
Made a record,
Was a star.
Everyone said ;
'' she' ll go far''.
But to work with Male Musicians
With their Egos, Hang-ups, Trips,
Is enough to send you crazy,
And finally Rebela flipped.
'' Show me a direction.
Someone, help me ! What to do
I'm sick and tired of being hired
And told to be like you.
How can I be the same as you
If I'm original,
I'm fed up with the lot of you,
Why don't you go to hell .
And still they came and asked her,
'' What are you doing next ''
As she was still deciding,
She would look a little vexed.
TRACK 5 Barterit Botcher
Mrs. Barterit Botcher was Prime Minister
Of England at this time,
She made sure the rich got richer
And left the poor without a dime.
Black and White were unemployed,
And neither liked the other,
Despite the fact that all of us
Are Sisters, or we're Brothers.
She thought ; " I can't do worse than her,
At least I have a heart,
But she couldn't do a thing
Because they'd treat her like a tart.
Mrs. Barterit-the-Botcher
Had an accent very posh,
She helped the rich get richer
And the helpless got no cash.
" To work, to work the lot of you,
life isn't for enjoyment,
and to make sure you don't get it,
here's a dose of unemployment ".
Mrs. Barterit-the-Botcher
Kept things going by these creeds,
" You work and watch the Telly
and not notice you have needs,
you get so tired you go to bed,
or be so poor, you wish you're dead ".
Then Rebela got an idea.
If she could rule this Planet,
There'd be some satisfaction
For everybody on it.
Start in the Schools
And make the rules
That nobody is greedy,
And everything that we don't need
We give unto the needy.
So she started holding meetings,
Talked to people in the street,
And everyone felt just the same
Wherever they would meet.
But they were all so busy working,
Full of problems and strife,
They didn't really have the time
To try to change their life.
So she dressed up as a Clown,
Making everybody laugh,
And if sometimes she cried inside
She acted really daft.
Then she became a good Witch
[ the White sort, not the Black ].
Jumped upon a broomstick
And fell flat onto her back!
She made a lot of curses
For mean people who are rich,
As Moths flew from their purses
Throwing money in the ditch,
The Tramps and Beggars found it,
Made big parties in the Town,
Rebela went and made them laugh
By playing at being the Clown.
Because she was so funny
They liked her such a lot,
Gave her bags of money
But never knew the plot.
She flew into people's houses,
Invisible to sight,
Sometimes pinched their trousers
Or switched on and off the light.
She could travel where she wanted
Making groovy spells,
Spent some nights playing music
With the Pixies and the Elves.
She made good friends with Fairies,
Whom she found were very kind,
One day she made a special spell
And cured one who was blind.
Then she met a giant called OGGY
Who was ninety metres tall,
She almost flew right into him
Thought he must be a wall.
His voice was just like thunder,
And his eyes like lightening streaks,
And when we get an Earthquake
Its from every time he speaks.
For years she meditated,
Became very, very wise,
Could tell the truth of people
Just by looking in their eyes.
Of course they don't much like it,
And go ; "HRUMM", and "HUH", and "HAAH",
Then do a sort of shuffle,
And head for the nearest bar.
But Rebela had a lot of charm,
And really got her way,
She spoke on lots of Councils
And held quite a bit of sway.
Appeared on television
And the radio as well,
Seemed to be quite popular
As far as one could tell.
CHAPTER 5
SCIENTIST
She had a cat called 'KITTEN'
Who barked just like a Dog,
It also hopped around a lot
Just like it was a frog.
It had a friend called 'NEUTRON'
Who was a Doggy-Pup,
And they used to play together
In a pile of nasty muck.
There she met a brilliant Scientist
With a pet Atomic Bomb,
So she thought she would difuse it
But something went quite wrong,
'cos KITTEN jumped on top of it
and everything went BANG.
Rebela had her final wish -
She'd gone and changed the World a bit,
In fact there's nothing left of it
Except one little curl.
As everything exploded,
It became a different place,
Shining little molecules
In miles of outer space.
Rebela was a bit confused,
She didn't quite belong,
Felt a little lonely too,
So she sang this little song:
MOLECULE SONG
Vs 1 "I'm a lonely little molecule,
Been dead a year or so,
Just spinning round in Outer Space,
Without a place to go
Vs 2 "I kinda lost my body,
Left it somewhere on the ground,
And ever since that moment
I've been whirling round and round.
Vs 3 "Perhaps I'm incarnating,
But I'm not sure what it means,
I wish I'd read a few more books
And learned the ways and schemes.
Vs 4 "The other day a rocket came
And nearly sent me flying,
I screamed and shouted out my name,
Since then I gave up trying.
Vs 5 "Sometimes I think I see a light
And try to roll towards it,
Hoping to hear some friendly voice
That's doing ' the Awards ' bit.
Vs 6 "I often wonder where God lives
And wish he'd ask me round,
Its really boring floating here
Without a Godamn sound.
Vs 7 "I'm a lonely little molecule,
Been here a year or so,
Just spinning round in outer space
Without a place to go".
She spun, and spun
For quite a time,
And finally one day
She thought she heard a party,
So she rolled a bit that way,
And after quite a struggle
She saw some Pearly Gates
And somebody called GODDY said :
"Rebela, you're too late,
the party is quite over
and everything we ate,
anyway, just read the signs,
WE are not changing with the times -
' MEN ONLY ' .
"Oh, go to hell! " Rebela said,
and slammed the gates on Goddy's head,
then whacked and punched a cloud or two,
and pushed and shoved her way right through.
CHAPTER 6
It really was a paradise
With Angels who had wings,
And lots of lovely Rainbows
Wearing jewels and pretty things,
Butterflies and Kittens,
Puppydogs and Sweets,
Magic sounding Music,
And Golden shining Streets.
The Trees had conversations,
And the Streams sang water-songs,
Then suddenly came Goddy
Banging half-a-dozen Gongs.
"Rebela", Goddy shouted,
"this Heaven is all Male",
and he looked so very angry
that Rebela went quite pale.
Then he felt a little sorry,
And he said ; "Rebela, dear,
If you want to stay in Heaven
You must be a little queer.
But I'll do a bit of Magic
And you'll feel a little changed.
Here's a Cloud,
Relax a bit,
I'll get it all arranged.
Then suddenly Rebela
Had a Moustache and a Beard,
And there is no doubt about it -
That she felt a little weird.
So, she grabbed a Cloud
And thought a bit,
Then came to this conclusion,
That everything without a doubt
Is just one big illusion -
NOW REBELA
IS A FELLA ' .