"press darlings" as written by and Adam Ant....
We are guilty,
We are beyond hope
We beg to differ
We are a terminal case

Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
Press darlings, press darlings
We depress the press darlings

We're on the outside
But we're not looking in
We are the Vaseline gang
We don't play your little games

Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
Press darlings, press darlings
We depress the press darlings

And if evil be the food of genius
There aren't many demons around
If passion ends in fashion
Nick Kent is the best-dressed man in town

Are we different? No
We are exactly the same
There are no boxes for us
The ones you love to hate, so read on!

Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
Press darlings, press darlings
We depress the press darlings

And if evil be the food of genius
There aren't many demons around
If passion ends in fashion
Bushell is the best-dressed man in town
(you can say that again, the scruffy sod!)

Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
Press darlings, press darlings
We depress

Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
Press darlings, press darlings
We are the press darlings
The press darlings
The press darlings
The press darlings

(and they tell fibs!)


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"Press Darlings" as written by Adam Ant

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    General CommentPress Darlings is one of my favorite songs. I love how heavy it sounds. Nick Kent and (Garry) Bushell were "Rock journalists".
    gobeyinstraineron April 24, 2011   Link
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    General CommentGood find on Kent and Bushell. I've always considered this song scandalous in that Ant managed to successfully get it on vinyl, on radio, and in ears, because to me, it's a scathing commentary on gay control over what was then the London media. "We are the Vaseline gang" reminds me quite a bit of 2013 American media. They ARE the Vaseline gang and should be lampooned without mercy until they return to their roots here at the edge with the rest of us, where they came from. Gays have become bourgie, and until they quit their alliance with TPTB, may all punks pillory and throw eggs at them for their hypocrisy.
    heatherferon July 02, 2013   Link

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