Nick's Kōrero

Ice age comin', ice age comin' Let me hear both sides, let me hear both sides, let me hear both Ice age comin', ice age comin' Throw him in the fire, throw him in the fire, throw him on the We're not scaremongerin'This is really happenin', happenin'We're not scaremongerin'This is really happenin', happenin' Mobiles skwerking, mobiles chirping Take the money and run, take the money and run, take the money Song: Radiohead.

All alone, the party's over Old man Winter was a gracious host But when you keep praying for snow to hide the clover Spring can really hang you up the most Songwriters: Fran Landesman, Tommy Wolf. Welcome to the first day of Spring, a season of new life and hope now that winter has passed. In this time of new beginnings, both major parties have announced policies to help young people.

I'm interested in things I'm not a real doctor But I am a real worm I am an actual worm I live like a worm Songwriters: John Flansburgh / John Linnell. My apologies. I’ve written quite a bit lately about the state of our healthcare system; it’s in the headlines every other day, and you would hope it would be a key factor when people cast their votes on or before the 7th of November.

I found a doorway Make my escape With all the things I could take That I would not let you break Now I'm looking back and all I see Is just some childhood memory Of someone who stole from me Songwriter: Jon Toogood. I read the headline today, and it made me so angry. Could anything be more symbolic of the National Party’s attitude to the homeless and of chooks coming home to roost?

We are the children of concrete and steel This is the place where the truth is concealed This is the time when the lie is revealed Everything is possible, but nothing is real Songwriter: Vernon Reid. Do you ever find yourself worrying about Simeon Brown’s reputation? Probably not, but the ambitious young fellow is at risk of damaging his credibility because whenever he opens his mouth lately, things that aren’t true come out.

Well you got caught with a flat? Well, how 'bout that Well babies, don't you panic By the light of the night, it'll all seem alright I'll get you a Satanic mechanic Songwriters:Richard O'Brien, Richard Hartley.

Waiting for you All my sins... I said that I would pay for them if I could Come back to you All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming Songwriters: David Bryson, Adam Duritz, Charlie Gillingham, Matt Malley, Ben Mize, Dan Vickrey. On this day in 1942, in a small town called Chortkiv in western Ukraine, the Schutzpolizei, the state protection police of Nazi Germany, and the Ukrainian police deported 2,000 Jews to the Belzec extermination camp.

Oh-oh-oh, we can't take your slogans no more Can't take your slogans no more Can't take your slogans no more No more sweet talk from a grime pit No more sweet talk from the hypocrites Songwriter: Bob Marley.

… I've been laid off from work. My rent is due. My kids all need Brand new shoes. … So I went to the bank To see what they could do. They said, “Son, looks like bad luck Got a hold on you”. Songwriters: John Valentine, William Valentine. This morning, Barbara Edmonds appeared on Breakfast after Labour’s fiscal strategy was announced over the weekend. Tova began by asking how and when she would reduce debt to 20% of GDP.

And my head is full of poison, and my heart is full of doubtI got toxins in my bloodstream; you tried hard to suck 'em outAnd it feels like medication, and it's good for me, I'm sureBut it don't matter how your love feels anymoreIt will never be the cureIt'll never be the cure, oh Songwriters: Olivia Rodrigo and Daniel Nigro. This morning’s Q&A began with the current flu crisis, which is leaving classrooms empty and our hospitals beyond capacity.