Intro: the book of
shadows was written in the fifteenth century, it is said that
once deciphered by man, then that man will have power, over all
men.This is the book of 20 shadows written by Spit Nolan and is
twenty times more powerful than the latter, If deciphered. Read
on, but be warned. . . . . . . .
1.One for Rambo fans only by Spit Nolan
Looking for a pal on his
way back home But cancer had eat him
to the bone.
He was huge - A green
beret Rambo heard his mama
say.
I could lift him up with
just one hand the week before he went
into ground.
A long haired drifter
with sore feet Looking for a diner
somewhere to eat.
Chased from town by the
fat king cop Who told him "find
somewhere else to stop".
Why you pushing me, I
didn't do anything Look Boy ! A night in
the cells will make you think.
There's one man dead!
It's not my fault As they recovered the
body of Deputy Gault.
Nothing is over, nothing
! You just can't turn it
off! It wasn't my war. He was just another
drifter who broke the law.
I'm warning you boy,
don't make a move. If you mess with the law
you're bound to lose
In town you're the law,
out here it's me. He could have killed em
all - but he tied em to a tree.
Don't push it! don't
push it! - just let me leave Or I'll give you a war
you won't believe.
2.Predator the Poem
By Spit Nolan
Read the words and stay
a while Predator 'The Movie'
Spit Style
This stuff's not wrote
for maggots take a hike slack-jawed
faggots
The Alien comes from
outer space to track and kill the
human race.
Green berets in the
jungle heat hanging up like rotten
meat.
Then you're in a world
of pain chewing bacca next to
hard man blain.
Sexual Tyrannosaurus rex just take a look Arnie's
pecs.
On the chopper with the
team Dillon's hangin with the
cream.
The predator swings from
tree to tree hiding with
invisibility.
Hawkins first, then big
man Blain by this time Billy's
gone insane.
Mac and Dillon are next
to go Billy puts Up quite a
show.
Last to die is Private
Poncho this makes Arnie the
head honcho.
Arnie fires and runs to
find cover to save that fuckin Anna
mother.
The famous line"if it
bleeds we can kill it" made this thriller such
a killer.
Before the Predator dies
he pukes green blood and laughs like Billy at
Arnie covered mud.
Arnie runs through the
jungle very fast immediately followed by
a nuclear blast.
The scene is set for a
Predator sequel but the film is nothing
without the original people.
3.Predator II or S
V P by Spit Nolan
Up in the hills on a
summer night half canned we tried to
re-enact their fight.
I was Dutch and Nick was
Blain but Tom did not want to
play the game.
Rich must have been
Billy boy he disappeared into the
night
I think he went for a
shite. Marcus Curtis was also
there in despair with his
chaffing underwear.
We drank till darkness
fell it must have been a
bloody hell.
we couldn't see on the
downward haul the darkness fell - I
took a nasty fall.
With no mega torch
things looked bad but nobody died it
wasn't sad.
As I looked back in
fading light I nearly had a horrible
fright.
I swear I saw the
predator swing and his laser zooming
thing.
It could have been ten
pints of shit welsh beer or maybe some fiend
hunting deer.
Back at base we lit a
fire to keep away the howling sheep We drank till dawn I
didn't get a single wink of sleep.
Halfway through this
dreadful night I legged it for a fuckin
shite.
The bog was full just
like the moon I had to crouch I felt a
loon.
I had to dock it just
like a rocket and use the single
tissue in my pocket.
The predator stayed at
bay but I'll be back another
day.
So when the heat of
summer comes again It's Wales we go to play
the game.
Asta la vista
4.The Rider
by Spit Nolan
Faster than a
Rocket snaking through the lanes Super sonic Despatch man
Even it rains
West end East end It all
looks the same to me And don’t forget the
Tower bridge you
Cross so constantly.
Dashing round the smoke
It’s all a fucking joke.
Fat controller has a
rant on the phone you fackin
cant.
fun and wheelies down
the pub with the lads at 'The
Robin Hood'.
The Chiswick high on a
Friday night completely bladdered and
ready to fight
Pronto boys and Warwick
dorks talking bikes and women
of course.
Riding like a mad man
changing down and flying Never think of accidents
or people that are dying.
But luck and time will
disappear and all that's left is
death & fear.
you never see the end or
feel the pain the blood and guts run
down the outside lane.
Lucky are the ones that
live and tell the stories of this
biking hell .
The dead remain behind
forever Laying down a road of
sparks and leather .
Names like super Bri and
Forty-four quick as lighting earned
a score.
But the best was faster
still Spit Nolan flying east to Tower
Hill.
5.The Scottish poem
by Spit Nolan
Morag hen lives down the
lane With a man who is a
pain.
They have a dog or is it
rat? I wish it dead, I’ll
kill the twat
One day a buzzard will
fly down And lift it from the
fuckin ground.
Then drop it from a
greater height And smash its bones the
little shite.
My name is jock - I’m
Hard as rock He likes to fight and
knock her out He doesn’t lose a single
bout .
When he’s drunk a gallon
or more Then it’s time to punch
her to the floor.
As she's down the boot
goes in the neighbors wake -
awful din
Nobby falls from his bed
Nelly screams wake the
dead
just in time the bobby’s
come and old jock is on the
run.
But in the nick - not
long his stay Prose & Gunn he now
must pay.
70 quid and jock is free
Morag hen it wasn’t me it was whiskey can’t you
see.
6.A poem to
the beast by Spit Nolan When you hear the hound
on Runcorn moor and see the mist float
across the Mersey shore.
Fork lighting strikes
and the heavens unleash to the sound of the
vengeance beast.
Inside Nolan manor folks
do pray that the fiend stays far
away.
Prisoner's in their
ancestral home Barker feeds the hound a
Nolan bone.
All the Nolan's face the
curse except for Beryl more's
the worst.
Barker flees the Manor
to middle class but always needs some
Nolan trash.
Who is going to tend my
guinea pigs I'm off abroad with
Ronnie biggs.
The crim , Oh no you're
not you're off with
boyfriend Tim.
7.Ballad of El
Tel-King of KD
There was a young man
called El Tel who worked in a place
that was hell
At KD & son things
could never be right and timer was set when
you went for shite.
His stories of Jordan
would lessen the boredom and the models he had
were all very glad.
His fighting old Albert
a daily affair give Keith the manager a
horrible scare.
His life was a Bond
movie with kung foo so groovy Bruce Lee would have
laughed of his tits If he'd seen El Tel
mashing cardboard to bits.
The army were barmy not
to sign him for duty his days at the cadets
left many regrets.
The S.A.S wanted him to
join their team but at the end of the
day KD was supreme.
Jim said he's full of
shit and a bit of a tit But he knew a good tale
and made many wail.
In those days of old
when KD made gold And home was Boundary
Lane, It wasn't such a pain.
8.JAGUAR’S RAGE by
Spit Nolan
There’s a place not a
million miles away but stoners ruin the
working day.
and all gods decent men do pray that a good job comes
there way.
The cars they make are
probably fake The boss knows best in
his high vis vest.
Chong is king and drugs
are norm and every scousers got
some form.
The working class man as
gone for good been replaced by the
neighbor hood.
The rattle of those
dizzy lines The boring looks, the
empty minds.
They build the monster
that brings the end It drives them round the
fucking bend.
Their bitter twisted
little minds too full of hate for all
mankind.
The brain is dead
they’ve lost the plot and all that matters is
their pot.
The working class man as
gone for good been replaced by the
neighbor hood.
Selling crack and
snorting coke this isn’t work, it’s a
fucking joke.
I’ll loose the cash and
stay at home And play the Xbox on my
own.
The working class man as
gone for good been replaced by the
neighbor hood.
Many Far too old to
escape the cage in Jaguar’s final rage.
Constantly, plagued by
the idiot fool who's just got out of
infant school.
The pride of British car
industry that's Land Rover to you
and me a famous red footballer
gets for free.
Dogged workers
threatened by the agency no hope, no life, and
now no clemency.
The working class man as
gone for good been replaced by the
neighbor hood.
The yanks have gone -
they milked it dry and left the curd for an
Asian guy.
He’ll pull the plug,
send it down the drain causing monged out
scousers loads of pain. Who cares if you're
sacked, except the dole It's just another post
for a desperate Pole
Not all jobs are
something good especially in a horrible
neighbor hood.
9.Please don't go
to Husco by Spit Nolan
The people who work
there come from two tribes the ones who are old and
ones for free rides.
They bitch and they back
stab, they grass to the boss solidarity get fucked,
its gone for a toss. They hate “The manager”
who smells like a queer but there straight down
the pub, if he buys the beer.
The old hate the young
and the young hate the old The scouse hate the
manks and the blacks - No thanks.
It's a good factory
farm, our chickens come to no harm Death to the hens when
there’s no work in their pens.
Down comes the axe to
chop off their head but the bastards don't
die their dole-lites instead.
The monotonous crap
produced by high schools this why England is so
full of fools.
Spewed from a chav's
snatch they come in a batch All thick as a bull's
cock they came from the same stock They work very cheap and
follow like sheep.
The boss isn't there he
doesn't really care The computer is king
it's all a new thing.
It's just like the scene
from film Schindler's List with horrible Nazi’s all
totally pissed.
If you don't make your
quota of steel hinges off to the gas chamber
converted to cinders.
The redneck yanks have
bleed us dry and now it's time to say
goodbye.
They’ve had their days
of fortune with British steel but now it’s time to do
the Asian deal.
Goodbye stupid Runcorn
you’re all on the dole but don’t be so glum
you've had a good roll.
10.The Demon in
white house by Spit Nolan.
He lives in the white
house on Sparky Lane he thinks he’s the
president he’s quiet insane.
A fucking grumpy old git that flies into a raging fit if someone parks on his
bit, then they get loads of shit.
Can’t you see the sign -
KEEP OFF – you swine Go park elsewhere cos I
don’t care.
This lanes my patch and
I am daddy so don’t park here or
I’ll have a paddy.
But one night when
rushing home I gave the cunt a
fucking bone.
I parked my car right on
his sign You’re going to pay you
fucking swine.
He cast a curse so fast and made that night my
very last.
As I was listening to my
tunes he pushed a letter of
ancient runes.
Through the door it fell
upon floor danced into the fire
gone forever more.
The following night the
Demon came with gnashing
teeth it called my name.
I ran through Bluebell
woods late that night a fiery demon giving
flight.
I begged him to undo the
Demon curse but this only made it
fucking worse.
In seven days you will
die and join the demon in
the sky.
Poor old frightened
Albert-map his face went red
and he did flap.
On Saturday next I will die, can no one help me with this
problem
maybe I should ring the Goblin.
So beware the Curse of
Sparky Lane and the demon bringing
pain.
Or is this just - a
Fucking tale written by a blubber
whale. footnote. If we don't believe in
witches, Demons and magic there's nothing left in
life and that's so tragic.
11.Halloween
Halloweens coming Halloweens coming Witches will be after
you All in black with
pointed hats Big black cats and scary
bats Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Halloweens coming
Halloweens coming Turnip men and pumpkin
heads Horrible brats from
council flats Trick or treat with
muddy feet Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Halloweens coming
Halloweens coming Big full moon over
Pendle hill Dark black skies and
ghostly cries Howling wolves with big
red eyes Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Halloweens coming
Halloweens coming Pendle brew and Demdike
flew Great wild boar on
Sabden moor Haunted barn in Tynedale
farm Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Halloweens coming
Halloweens coming Newchurch eye and frogs
must die Witches grave in hidden
cave Something howls in big
Fell wood As I’m coming out the
Lamb Pub. Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Halloweens here
Halloweens here Pray your names not on
the list Shinning pumpkin falling
mist Fall to sleep while
watching Freddy Now your nightmares
really ready. Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh BOO!
12.Mr Tim by Spit
Nolan
My name is Mr T, fool
sucker that's T for Tim
motherfucker.
I ain’t getting on no
plane to go to France and back
again.
I'm going by bike and
boat cos aeroplanes don't
float.
If you don't want to be
one Mother Well! Stop using
airlines brother
The only way I’d get on
a plane is if I had to go to
Greece again.
I'm going all green,
right now! to keep peace with
D'Rosie cow
I'm part of the Bells
A-team Call us the Bridgenorth
cream
Live bands at Bells, a
fooking blast! come and see me get
totally mashed
I ain't getting on no
plane, you fool! cos in September it's
back to school.
If you've got a problem
or resistance ring Tim at the A-team
for assistance.
13.JUDGEMENT DAY by
Spit Nolan
There are no laws for filthy MP whores. A second home plus fifty
grand They're living in the
'Promised Land'.
I'm not a thief I bent the rules. The rules we make and only we can break.
It's all above board within the written
rules. A house for ducks a bill for swimming
pools.
They spend their nights
at the Manor giving the ale loads of
hammer. Watching hours of German
porn then fill in the
expenses form.
Quick pass a law and gag the press. It's the 'Daily
Telegraph' That's caused this mess.
I'm sorry Minister !
Tough
You just can't turn it
off. It's not the light that attracts the moth.
They took the piss expect to pay. It's what we call The 'Judgement Day'.
The common folk are off to vote. They're the
Judge&Jury And now it's time to
taste their fury.
These common folk - of
which you've said They must be blind or
off their head. If Hazel Blears and
Harriet Harman can cast a spell to
fucking charm them.
Because of these slags
and other fags Many northern folk
abstained their vote. And the Wild West scum
in Blackburn town did nominate the Nazi
clown.
Bring back Guy Fawkes to deal with these
shit-hawks. No! they made us all
look like suckers Let's Terminate
the fuckers.
Boom!
14.The real
life on Mars by Spit Nolan
Come back the seventies,
flares and The Sweeney Albert Tatlock the
Coronation Street meanie.
A brand new
comprehensive school is where they sent the
stupid fool.
Selected uniform of
Black and Grey Matched the destiny of
its prey.
Some black,some
brown,but mainly white the kids tried hard to
read and write.
The age of glamor rock
& glitter roll is where this
story was fore told.
Ten number six and polo
mints. The favorites of the
local bints.
A bully's right to take
control of kids who fell into
his hole. In every manic street
the 'Chopper bikes' identical in every way
except for Mike's.
The dim incandescent
glow of larvae lamps The flats all served by
concrete ramps.
A brand new color TV and
electricity blackouts "can't find the
matches", the old man shouts !
Mums pride and joy the
Corner Unit suite can't see the telly cos
of our Ray's
feet.
No drugs, no knifes, no
beaten wife's to terrify our suburban
stable lives.
This was the seventies
that I knew hasn't time quickly
flew.
15.The Taxi driver
by Spit Nolan
Derek wasn't his name but Berserk was his
game.
He's had enough,
couldn't take it anymore He took a shotgun to
settle an old score.
Too many are the ones
upon his death list who fell to earth - the
ground they kissed.
He went from town to
town and door to door closely followed by the
fictitious law
But he wasn't selling or
preaching religion He's coming again - so
keep those kids in.
He said 'suck on this
cock-sucker' as he shot them one
after the other
He killed his bro and
that's not right without any family who's
left to fight
God put things right at
the end of day break a commandment then
you have to pay.
Another nutcase to fuel
the media's race the blood thirsty public
coming second place
Killings OK but come on,
not killing your own folks It's not in good taste
like Frankie Boyle jokes.
You don't need a shrink
to know how he thinks No quality of life has
caused all this strife.
Driven to madness a
corporate plan or just another Judas
Priest fan
Suburban manic crowds
shop until they drop Out comes his gun then
they will stop.
A stampede of pigs in
local Tesco stores as they desperately try
to fly through those doors.
It's not a hard thing
killing, it's just despair and God doesn't care -
who said life's fair.
I can't imagine the
thoughts and terrible lust of a guy with a gun but
who could he trust.
This Bird of prey too
cruel to tame but wild is life and
full of blame
Never mind emancipation pass me shotgun and lets
kill the nation.
16.Casting the
runes by Spit Nolan.
I read the book, this
guys a crook he talked of curses and
satanic verses.
The mans a fraud, his
book a joke there is no secret runes
of which is spoke.
Only through Pure
critical evaluation did I speak my mind and
warn the nation. This curator of Demons,
Ghosts and Goblins using magic giving
children sleeping problems.
We can't go on believing
in Demons, Monsters and such I've an open mind but
this it's all too much.
We might as well, give
up and go home but in woods a
frightening thing doth roam.
He passed a parchment
the other day a strip of paper as thin
as hay.
Your time aloud is a
given date this cannot change, this
is your fate? In seven days you will
die The runes are cast-the
time will fly.
A magicians trick brings
forth a storm black skies and
lightening are reborn.
Did Julian Carswell
cause this disaster he later finds a demon
has no master. I think this belongs to
you - all the same as he passes the rune
upon the train. I only guessing but Was
this tale of horror based on 'Night of
Demon' you did borrow.
A different story but
with similar names was written by a M.R
James.
17.Pendle Hill by
Spit Nolan
Chris Mudd not included
in the cast Stayed in the Barge
getting fucking trashed
It's Friday night the
31st A gang of bikers, The
Devils curse.
Down at the Barge to
form a plan Is how this adventure
really began.
The Odd-bod brothers and
poodle Peck Spanner and Andy said
"what the heck".
Loopy and me made up our
mind We left the pub leaving
Chris behind.
The night was dark, the
sky was black They didn't plan on
getting back.
No maps, no Sat Nav,
It's 1980 mate ! We rode by signs and
arrived at eight.
In Clitheroe Town, All
Hallows Eve A pint, some chips the
bikers leave. To Wells Spring Inn to
burn a witch The place is full, ain't
life a bitch.
It's far to late to get
back home Upon the A59 'Lost boys'
do roam.
Odd-bod says 'Can we
sleep in yonder garage' A women replies 'Do you
want to ruin my marriage'.
In bus shelter cold and
damp Horrible place not fit
for a tramp.
A barn behind a dark
silent farm The bikers crept and did
no harm.
'Who's pissing in your
helmet'said Poodle head John put out that fag or
we'll all be dead.
a comfy bed of straw is
just the right factor The morning cock crow, a
revving tractor.
A dash to bikes and two
strokes roar This tale is over, I
write no more.
All Hallows Eve Two 0f
Seven We'll all meet in heaven
18.The film -The
Thing.
Keep Looking to the
skies, It came from outer space near the Antarctica and
crashed without a trace.
Some how it came back to
life when Swedes thawed it
out the ice.
'El Captaino'wasted that
Swed for fun said Palmer "when he got
out his pop gun".
Doc and Mac find
the saucer crash and the Swedish
slaughtered ash.
Childs "I just can't
believe any of this voodoo crap" As Mac tells the story,
when him and Norris come back.
The dogs go wild and all
hell lets loose as the thing escapes
through the top of the roof.
Bennings turns into a
thing with a claw and Windows goes mad,
can't take any more.
The end of Fuchs outside
in the snow Blair locked up, no
place to go.
I know I'm human said
Mac and if you were things,
then you'd attack.
I don't know thousands
of years ago it crashes and this thing crawls
out from the ashes.
Nauls leaves Mac outside
to freeze in the ice Doc Coppers hand's
chopped off in a razor vice.
'You gotta be fuckin
kidding' he said as they watched Norris's
spider head.
The final test of blood
and flame puts an end to Palmer's
game.
Garry,Nauls and Mac dynamite the fucking
shack.
In the end, amongst the
fire stands Mac as Childs returns to
knock the whiskey back.
Windows or Mac, it's all
the same 'The Thing'is now a
computer game.
19.The Joy's of
Love
I never read the 'Joy's
of Love' but meet the bitch in a
local pub.
For to fall in love with
this Joy I was just another
stupid boy.
I knew on the first date
when I met her she had a boyfriend but
I didn't care.
Her list of conquests,
not known to me were longing than
infinity.
My name was nowhere near
the top ashamed to say my cherry
- she did pop.
I laughed and drank good
wine with her but soon discovered she
didn't care
We talked about her
previous men I lost count after
number ten.
'There's something wrong
and just not right' he looked like Ian
Gillan the other night.
What! Ian Gillan who was
on Top of pops ex Deep purple singer
with flowing locks.
I love another and feel
so strange It's time to make
another change.
It's Mike with his
fantastic frizzy hair that bought about my
terrible despair.
I felt so sad and blamed
my friend it wasn't him that
caused the end.
The joy she brought to a
thousand cocks unleashed the creatures
from her pandora's box.
Who is this women of
which you talk My only Joy, Joy
walkerton of course
No! I'm not
bitter, it's all in the past a poem that shows, love
never lasts.
20. Tribute to
Napoleon Wilson.
As anyone got a smoke?
who cares what happens
to folk who thought it was cool,
to drink and smoke. Do we care that
someone's mum or dad through boredom, made a
child so sad
Stop smoking ! it's
killing you I told a friend but he carried on
smoking and died in the end.
So dear that when their
gone, it drives you round bend is this to be a the
modern trend.
This guilt, this shame, who is to blame or has humanity gone
insane.
Who is this guy, who
only had one break fuck me ! one is
sometimes all it takes.
Any one got a smoke who is this crazy bloke
?
If he only made one
fuckin film on the screen then one was better than
ten thousand others seen.
This film makes me 'want
a smoke' with the fit looking
woman 'I'd love to poke'
He said "I don't sit as
well has I use to" as he come around and the big fat guy
didn't stand, he later found.
A preacher once said to
me "Son ! something about you is just not right" but without Napoleon
Wilson this film was shite.
It's got the coolest
scene there's every been as a beautiful women
lights up his smoking dream. What was this film? "Who
was this bloke " As anybody got a smoke ?
Footnote from the
author 'I'm not trying to emulate Bryon' but one can only
"Endeavor to persevere you bastards !".
There can be only one genius and this genius went by the name of
Bill Hicks.
