60. GC Ladders

I wake up everyday it’s a daydream
Everything in my life ain’t what it seems
I wake up just to daydream of ladders
Some games are real shallow but R-Type is too deep
And all I care about is Fanboy riots
A heavy plot is my kind of silence
Everybody says I got to play Need for Speed
But I let it give me the slip.


Most people don't like ladders,
But I think they're just freaks,
So Sega when the ****,
Do we get Shenmue 3?
Some people pay for thrills but I don't wanna pay for DLC
Man I'm just playing my game
There's nothing casual about me....


Bonkers

Most people don't like ladders,
But I think they're just freaks,
So Sega when the ****,
Do we get Shenmue 3?
Some people pay for thrills but I don't wanna pay for DLC
Man I'm just playing my game
There's nothing casual about me....


Most people don't like ladders,
But I think they're just freaks,
So Sega when the ****,
Do we get Shenmue 3?
Some people pay for thrills but I don't wanna pay for DLC
Man I'm just playing my game
There's nothing casual about me....

Mmmmmmmm

I wake up everyday it’s a daydream
Everything in my life ain’t what it seems
I wake up just to daydream of ladders
Some games are real shallow but R-Type is too deep
And all I care about is Fanboy riots
A heavy plot is my kind of silence
Everybody says I got to play Need for Speed
But I let it give me the slip.


Bon, bon, bon, bon, bon, bon, bon, bon

Most people don't like ladders,
But I think they're just freaks,
So Sega when the ****,
Do we get Shenmue 3?
Some people pay for thrills but I don't wanna pay for DLC
Man I'm just playing my game
There's nothing casual about me....

59. Game Central

On a warm summers day,
GC went and said that
We're soon to never be...

But we all marched
With our ladders in tow
Still waiting for Shenmue 3!



VVV... LTR... FTW
Where is Nigel Humdrum?
His review style was
Black and white print
To our rear projection
(58"    LCD...
Drop down Screen.......)

Save the GC team,
They're like the Umbrella
Corporation.
But they don't
Have a T-Virus.
And provide much more info-tainment!

(Reversible Sedgewick x 4)

And what of the others?
Where will they go?
The potential is

Mr Pinkerton will
Help resurrect
The new series of Bits.

And Jenkins shall move
Onto Greener
Pasteurs new

Finally having time
To finish off
The World Ends With You...



Oh and What Of
David Jenkins?
He could use his vim
To write for anyone
Maybe he'll get to do
That new script for Tron!

But we want them all to stay
(Keep Game Central going... Let us play...)



Save the GC team,
They're like the Umbrella
Corporation.
But they don't
Have a T-Virus.
And provide much more info-tainment!

58. Funkin' in the Bushes

Bottle fulla jack
Bottle fulla coke
sing yerself a joke
All yer ever lacking

gin and tonic
stereophonic
hyper super sonic
dandruff off yer head flicks

dancing with the devil
lookin like a rebel
hair in a quiff
lookin a right dick

chokin on gum
drinking rum
weighing a ton
looking a right la.



fuckin yer whore
life is such a chore
walking down hall
dance if you want to.

I don't know
which way you wanna go
say fuckin so
hiding in the closet.

Drinking wine
tryin to pass time
eating lime
chewing on the cow pat.

queenies a cunt
chewing on munt
don't say she dun't
lesbian blighty whore

57. Fuckin' In the Wind

Merry man George
Fancy fleet footed
Danced like he cared
Although he became rooted
Stuck to the floor.
Couldn't get through the door.

Chopping up the lines
Like there was no tomorrow.
He has to beg
Steal and borrow
The lines he sings
So that he can make more.

Fuckin' in the wind.
Against the timber.
State your intention.
We all lose.

Create an execution of dilemma
You all know the one.
The one they call upon.
The one they praise.
The unholy God.
Liquid crystals in a codpiece.

Grievance in democracy
Raise suspicions
Executions upon trial.
Feared deliberations.
Count toward no man witheld;
Monsterous creations.

War is a three letter word.
Of which I'm becoming
Bored and wreckless.
I'm so bored;
With all this shit.

It's all so feckless.

Fuckin' 'gainst a leg
It's no use
State your allegations.
We all lose.

Create an abundance of fuck knows
You all know the one.
The one they call the one they chose.
The one they praise.
The unholy God.
Methodised Queens in a proven state of booze.

56. Fuck a Duck

Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
A Duck

Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
A Mok.

Lay
Lay
Lay
On my Cock

Lay
Lay
Lay
nestled 'tween a duck's

ARSE

ARSE
ARSE
ARSE
ARSE
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK

Majority of men conclude that a woman's
bottom reminds them of breasts
yet who am I to test this?
Who wants to go solo,
when a spit roast
saves much more time?!

Fuck amok
Arse a duck!
Duck amok?!
Fuck an Arse!

55. Freezing Chuck Saves

Sailing alone to the sounds of the moth
I stand aboard the only one made of cloth
Soaking in the liquids like a dry sponge
I keep asking if anyone is willing to take a lunge.
Desceased is technically, I.
Walking the path I have chosen,
Bound and obliged.
Forever high via the intricraces
Of often bought medicine qunatifications...

Forever high
Never lie
Explain to the boy
That knows not why.

Reclused and abandoned; I wait
Sitting in silence is all so fucking quaint
A loner; never meant to be a stoner
Giving oneself a permanent coma.
Only I, me, myself
Can change my ways, yet
I have fallen in the puddles.
The acquiescant follies of
Ones youthful Jollies

Forever high
Never Lie
Explain to be boy
That knows not why

Why his father is gone, and you are no more
Life now for him is an abandoned chore;
Seasonal abhorance
Liquid currency.
The way we plan things
Are never the way we hoped;
Forever more.

54. For You

The foundations of St Petersbourg
Are a trivial costume scene.
(Played out by paupers)
I laugh in the face of your
History - so disinteresting.
(My sister's my lover)
I dine upon the sculpture of the truth
And yet I laze upon my
Morals and waning youth.
Black lace and tie.
It's near time...

It's a time to say goodbye (so sad)
Please don't ask to push back
The shadowed hands of time.
The future is here at last
And our regime has simply.
Faded away and died.

The road to Rouen is dismantled
rotted and decayed
(Frayed at the seams)
The soldiers of peace; on a mantle
Above an antiquated fire place.
(Unpleasant dreams)
And yet we believe that the world
Can turn and live, developing
Like a youthful child.
All I can do is sing this hoax
And pre warn you of the void.

It's a time to say goodbye (so sad)
Please don't ask to push back
The shadowed hands of time.
The future is here at last
And our regime has simply.
Faded away and died.

And yet the tears roll down your face
While stuck in such a thankless place
Your body is frail and yet your
Food is stale, they can't cook for you,
So I'll just lose all common mood
Sit down next to the bed,
Whilst things are running
Through my withered aged (So aged)
Confused, scared, fragile head.

I know that sooner or later...
You will be gone from this coil.
There was a time when we were together.
Now all we can do is toil.

For you.

53. For the World

Give away another memory moon
For the fools that lean into you
Vindicting the waste that life lays to rest.
They state that the exclusions are unto themself
But we both know that the way to go
Is into exile.

Fade away into another time and space
The way we run the race is high octane pace
The fields full of rice that we dispose of
Are the lands of the minors that shall reclaim
What is their own.
In the winter, life is so short.

Fail safe mechanism
Reclaim my own cynicism
For the world to behold.
The world claims another lover
Like an incestuous sister to brother.
It's so cold in my own private hell.

Dream the while away whilst holding
The realms of life, moulding the way
That we dreamed so long ago.
The path that we trod aeons ago
In the shallow snow
Is not our anymore.

Whilst the anchors of the void hold dear the fold
Of god given life in the hold of those they fear.
I love you not child for this is the aftermath
The feelings and reasons we proclaimed are those of Kafka.
To have loved and lost.
Explain the one true loss.

Fail safe mechanism
Reclaim my own cynicism
For the world to behold.
The world claims another lover
Like an incestuous sister to brother.
It's so cold in my own private hell.

Sleep well, child of mine
You express the end of the line.
To have and to hold
Is to be as one.
The calling of the animals outside.
To swallow our foolish pride
Is to.
Stare down the barrell of a gun.

52. Fool

Bury the ashes and feel the strain.
Your face yearns to smile again.
You call it all off for another day.
You just hope it'll all be the same.

The life you lead is so overwhelmed
By nicotine absortion and alcohol.
You yearn that the day will come
When the fear in your mind is overwhelmed by rohypnol.

I believe that there's a fool
You believe that you're not cool.
You dream an idler's dream and you behold;
The life you lead is yet to unfold.
Your but only twenty-six.
The life you lead is in the Styx.
You hope and pray for that someone.
But you feel it'll never come...

Live your life as some one else.
Change your name, you've never felt so damned alive
Dream alone in sympathy.
Is it not your own time to breathe?

You awake the next day.
Feeling good but losing faith; you tear yourself apart.
You let it all begin to slide,
You go back to work with a whole new lease on life.

I believe that there's a fool
You believe that I'm not cool.
I dream an idler's dream and yet you behold;
The life I lead is yet to unfold.
I'm but only twenty-six.
The life you lead is in the Styx.
You hope and pray for that someone.
But I feel it'll never come...

It's been two months off,
So insincere, in a state of shock.
Paraplegic reflection.

I hold dear what I've become
Half Buddhist progidy
Half full of shock.

It's amazing how the alcohol fuels.
The life of me with wreckless rules.
I pull myself apart.
I hope one day it'll never come.
This life I live.
I'd never wish on my own son.

Do you know how it began?
The death of my own mother,
My own mind; it fell so blank.
I wish so much that
It never went so out of hand.

But you know that there is no sun.
In the land that I now roam.
The dreams I had are so out of reach.
But I'm just me, now I won't preach.

I believe that there's a fool
You believe that I'm not cool.
I dream an idler's dream and yet you behold;
The life I lead is yet to unfold.
I'm but only twenty-six.
The life you lead is in the Styx.
You hope and pray for that someone.
But I feel it'll never come...

Now I'm in love with someone else.
I should start again,
My life's on the shelf.
I believe there's more to learn.
But my heart it truly yearns...
For sympathy....

And comfort is not overwhelming...
Day dream you daily swelling
Of your own internal organs...
Your liver's gone,
Gall stones showing...

51. Floatation Device

Dying
Alone in a bed
Surrounded by others.
You never even liked.
Dreadnought sounding.
Optimistic through
Vacant personas;
Laughing and crying
In equal measures.

Floatation device
Drags you away.
Falling through the floor
Your continued love is for show.

Alive
You sit there
surrounded by others.
We pandered to every whim.
Knowing the time was nigh.
we were all alone;
Laughing and crying
In silence.

Floatation device
Drags you away.
Falling through the floor
Your continued love is for show.

Come up
Go Down
Come Back
To This Town.

Either way vibrations still occur.
Mental fluxes are slowly fading.
I don't wish them to...
But maybe it's for the best....

50. Fate

Fate can only forgive our fate if rust.
To be and to see me is my fate of dust.
Only now can we see;
What we want to be.
1 million miles away;
Away from home......

To be the one ranger slowly melts
My own life of myself sits on the shelf.
In normality...
I can be who I want to be....
1 million miles away;
Away from home......

Away from home,
Is where I want to roam,
And so sings I.....
I don't wanna be subjigated.
I don't wanna be repricated.
All I wanna be is to be Illuminated.

I don't wanna be fulla rust.

49. Faster

I'm fulla drugs and men
The homphobes
Pressure dome
The enclosed
Step into the pressure dome

For the sake of being sick and tired
Makes the blood run faster
And the infuriation of being prescribed
Makes the money stretch shorter.

Fir the sake of being
In the middle
Makes you giving
More and an inclination
The state of things to come
Makes your blood run faster.
The pressure of modern living makes
Us inclined to being given the shakes.

Duh duh, duh duh,
La la la la la la la
La la
La la la la la oooooooh.

The strength of living on the modern wage
Strikes syncronyms with the fascist age
You don't come from here and I beghast you

So you wonder why you live in view
When the chippy is all that you can do
For the life that is obscured.

For the sake of being sick and tired
Makes the blood run faster
And the infuriation of being prescribed
Makes the money stretch shorter.

Even if the life calls you
You stand and hold
What you can claim

The world around you is devoid
Of desperation
And the life you live is null
A halk time result....

For the sake of being sick and tired
Makes the blood run faster
And the infuriation of being prescribed
Makes the money stretch shorter.

Duh duh, duh duh,
La la la la la la la
La la
La la la la la oooooooh.

48. Fans

Whoa
This ain't no
Cursucant
No Lulliby
For an Alibi
I'll squeeze my soul
For the sake of getting high.
I'll leave you high and dry
For the end my dear is so nigh.

And I'll
Hold my
Teddy Bear
The age concern
Is getting so old
And they are getting
So fuckin' dry.
So help the aged
And feel degredated.

Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm
They shoul...l....l...l...d.
Be holding the cock
Of those they love

For the elderly Star Wars
Fans are holding their dicks.
For their AT-AT quick fix.
The 70 year itch
For George Lucas
In Modern-hate Stix.

Fuck the trilogy
Fuck the escapology
Fuck the mind blowing
Labotomy
The world shall descent
And bring to the story
A God almighty end.
The Lucas's soul
Has been sold
For a pot of
Leprechaun's Gold.

The Mind they kept
So hell bent
On telling a story
That no one wants.
The mind is kept
Way up
Motherfucking High
In a Jar.

Afar.
Devoid
Insurance,
Me loid....

Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm
They shoul...l....l...l...d.
Be holding the cock
Of those they love

For the elderly Star Wars
Fans are holding their dicks.
For their AT-AT quick fix.
The 70 year itch
For George Lucas
In Modern-hate Stix.

The words I speak are so fuckin' ill
Chris Carter can never hold still.
He bled his love
For the Powered Dollar
He turned suit from
White Collar.
Sex appeal of Anderson.
Man appeal of the man Unknown.

Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm
They shoul...l....l...l...d.
Be holding the cock
Of those they love

For the X files fan
That holds his cock.
Carter should be in the dock...

And Star Trek holds
No fuckin' bounds.
The writers are a pack of hounds.
They rewrite history
Soon you will see
The cock of poor
Old Sco-o-tty.
In a porno with Captain Kirk,
And as usual,
Fans will shout
"What on Earth?"

The writers of all have ran dry
The fans of all are bound to Cry.
Woopie,
Billy.
Bloke From Heroes.
Cock has become
The nether region "0".
Rape my mind,
Kill the vine.
That created you.

And don't get me started on Quantum Leap...

47. Fall

Another piece of me has died today
I asked myself to simply go away.
When I thought about life I realised
That I was mesmerised
By all that that life can be summised as
Was simply "Fuck it all"

The day has come that the shit's so thick
I can stir it with a stick
And yet nothing shall ever occur of any use.
I felt lost in confusion
As I've been abusive to myself
And it'll never end.

Fall....
Into that void
Never to be mistaken again
I was never meant to be alive.

Fall....
Into slumber
I've finally
Lost that inner hunger.

I smoke, sleep and drink, drink, drink
But never stop to think
Of what I'm putting people through
Yet I understand at just one glance
That I needed you.
I needed someone who could lead me through.

Time so easily comes and goes
Yet they'll never know
What you've been through
You lay awake at night hoping for someone to help you through.
The level is there
But your shit scared
Of all that you thought was true
You smile and advise while down inside
You've lost what sense of pride you had.

Fate has played to you
A fucked up hand that will always lose.

Fall....
Into that void
Never to be mistaken again
I was never meant to be alive.

Fall....
Into slumber
I've finally
Lost that inner hunger.

46. Faeces - Species

Six months on
And the radio plays the same ol' song
Eclectric mix
Of joys and hits
Cola still gives me the shits
We all know of the hits and misses.

Dancing in the dark
Rape in the park
This shit'll never make
Radio One.

But who's to care?
I write my own.
Balls to the so called "devine"
I go my own
Sitting next to a phone
That never rings.

And we all sing;

NA NA NA NA NA NA NAAAAA
NA NA NA NA NA NA NAAAAA
NA NA NA NA NA NA NAAAAA
We live absconded from reality.

We shall see today
For what it really is.
A diversion from the other reality
That really exists.

NA NA NA NA NA NA NAAAAA
NA NA NA NA NA NA NAAAAA
NA NA NA NA NA NA NAAAAA
Live alive, ane delve the persistance

Of Man.
What worth of a tan
We all crave?
The shit that kills?
Sun eludes
The diversity of us.

For it rapes the body
And holds unholy sanctuary.
You should dispose of this faeces.
And live normally among your species.

45. Eyes Gently Weep

I look at your face,
It groans and aches.
And I feel it should end.

Whilst your eyes gently weep.

The fear brought upon
Is only felt by your own son.
And he's going round the bend.

I don't know why
You try to keep living.
Try to keep breathing
Your last breath.

I don't know why
You don't comprehend
What we have told you.
We must hurt you to help you.

To see you now
I feel as though
I hold no power any more.

And still our eyes gently weep.

Nor do you,
For shock
And godforsaken awe.

And still our eyes gently weep.

I don't know why
You try to keep living.
Try to keep breathing
Your last breath.

I don't know why
You don't comprehend
What we have told you.
We must hurt you to help you.

The day
That you went
I became mentally so bent.

And still my eyes gently weep.

To think
Of you now
My mind sometimes draws a blank.

But the life
That I've lived.
Leads me to believe that life is so wank.

And so my mind gently sleeps.

44. Envisioneering

Show me
What I'd like to see
For life it bores me

I don't know what it's all about

I'd barely like to see the show...

My man
I'd like to see the life so wrapped around
A dream inside a faberge egg so bound

Give a me a dream

Do you know what I mean?

Envisage the dream
Close your eyes and let out a scream.

43. Elizabeth

She stayed over for the night
I tried to be the one to take the lead
To be a gentleman and polite.
I had asked her name but 10 hours ago
Elizabeth was the reply she gave.
The night had taken it's toll.

She picked up her clothes from the floor
And ran off before I could say goodbye.
Now I'm lying in bed, hungover and sore.
The days will never be the same now she's gone
She promised me all that she could.
I was hoping to be given a son by this one.

Whoa, Elizabeth,
I can still feel and hear your breath.
Making love
With you was more than casual stuff.

I lay awake most evenings
Waiting for Elizabeth to come back
I just can't shake those tender feelings.
The days will never be the same now she's gone
She promised me all that she could.
I was hoping to be given a son by this one.

Whoa, Elizabeth,
I can still feel and hear your breath.
Making love
With you was more than casual stuff.

Then all of a sudden, my door opened wide
What I saw before me
Was a sight for sore eyes.
Elizabeth was there, in her best dress.
Asking for us to be together once more
And not wanting casual sex.

Now we're together
Never to be torn apart
Elizabeth and I were right from the start
To love and to cherish
To have and to hold.
My love, you were never that one time dish...

Whoa, Elizabeth,
I can still feel and hear your breath.
Making love
With you was more than casual stuff.

Whoa Elizabeth,
I have you here now.
We can do it all night.
Now we've taken the vow...

42. Early Grave

6:07
Save your lies
For our suicide
Feel again
The touch of rain.
On your skin
Wash away the sin
It's time to start
Once again.

Hold me near
Now the fear will fade
Or it'll drag you to
An early grave

Love your life
I'll provide
All that you
Ever need

Time to save you
Once again
Once apart
We find our freedom

Dream of life
On the other side
Never to dent
That foolish pride.
I'll never go far
So long as you are
Where you are
Wish upon that burning
Beacon that's so far
away...

41. Dub

Lord give me forgiveness
The life I've led is unfair.
I pray to you to release me
Whilst I'm sucking the life out of thin air.

I hold open my hands for salvation
The world I knew is detroyed.
All that's left is my own nation.
That and the fact I'm employed.

Dreaming on a beach
There's too many days.
Dub step foundations are liked
Riding around into traffic on a bike.

Dub dream Reggae vibe
Lord cried to me and I
Feel as though I shan't listen
On this toadstool I am sittin'.

Daydream love in suicide
I shall claim what's left as mine.
Loving the over-aversion
Drugs force implosion.

Comin' on strong now.
Comin' on strong now.
Drugs do me no wrong now.
Show me that Bong now.

In Camden town
I see only clowns.
Electric love dreams
And razorblade sunbeams.

40. Drug

Empires shall fall
Bricks, mortar and all.
The dreams of speed shall be a proverbial party.
The cocaine; shallow.
Makes us feel alive.

Dancing round all naked
Like drunks all faked but real at the same time.

The rich shall gather moss
Like a rolling stone unkempt
Without a desired haircut
The falling shall come, or so we dreamt.

Dancing round all naked
Like drunks all faked but real at the same time.

Money to money
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust.
As was.
Life to life.

I wish everyday
That the mind shall die.
The thoughts and demons lie
In wait for the money for me to buy.

More alcohol
More nicotine. But we all live an Idler's dream.

Our mind in power
Here is the hour
To Uprise and take a stand
Against the modernised man.

More alcohol
More nicotine. But we all live an Idler's dream.

Money to money
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust.
As was.
Life to life.

The world shall fall
As we sleep
Through dead men's eyes
We shall weep.

Keep it coming
Don't it ever stop. The rapturous humming.

Boy and man
Plans laid on plans
City on City
The plans; we shall never be privvy.

Keep it coming
Don't it ever stop. The rapturous humming.

39. Dream

Standing on the edge
 of manipulation
I say there is no need
for isolation.

I said c'mon now.

C'mon now.

You dream of beings
that said hither-to.
They state an abundance
of being abused.

You dream
Of things
That make
you obtuse.

I said c'mon now.

C'mon now.

Dream of me
and your
disillusions.
You cause obstruction.

C'mon now.

38. Doctors

Wednesday 10:50

37. Deed to the Dead

Speak when your spoken to
Spend time sniffing glue
Chasing away demons
Irradication of feelings
Choose the deaden path
Glazed eyes
You have to laugh.

But the times alive
Will never be forgotten
Burning away the days
A path well trodden
Coz living and dying is
An arguement ignored
Yet I want more than being bored.

Since you've been gone
Days pass as to the static sun
Clutching at straws
Dreaming of growing small
Minute, in comparison
Glazed eyes
Life needs to be jettisoned.

And you will never be ignored
I think of you every day
The only aggitation
Is that of the pain setting in.
Coz alcohol raptures
The very vein of my mind
I miss you, I feel blind.

Dreams and peculiarities
Set in like a rarity
Of confusion
Obtusion.
Laughing at the
Prospect of false Gods.

36. Decay

I stand abound
Felling like a red faced clown
Abort
Abused
My life is so amused

By the fans of grace
That put smiles on ma face
I will never win this race
So I abondon with decay

I roll short
You shall abort
The covert
Alliance
That scabs on devience

By the fans of grace
That put smiles on ma face
I will never win this race
So I abondon with decay

We shall conject
And aqcuiesce
Though Abscond
And when we live
A vial within
Shall keep us safe from harm

By the fans of grace
That put smiles on ma face
I will never win this race
So I abondon with decay

The face of fate
Shall deviate
And keep me safe from harm.
And when I leave, I'll never breathe
For this is my lullaby.

By the moral decay
I shall away
And commit brief
Obscene.

I shall rock and roll
Give you the droll.
Twill be
Something you'll not have seen.

We shall conject
And aqcuiesce
Though Abscond
And when we live
A vial within
Shall keep us safe from harm

By the fans of grace
That put smiles on ma face
I will never win this race
So I abondon with decay

35. David Watts II

No wonder they try and can't succeed;
When he is so gay and fancy free.
David Watts.
Disillusions.
Hang in there,
Little poofter friend.
David Watts.
Confused.

Your older now,
You don't have to lie.
Stick to your guns.
Forfeit the gang's puns.

Your too gone on Poppers;
To care about throbbers.
David Watts.
Dismayed.
At what you
Believe to be;
Reality.

You don't have to hide.
Your gay, and with pride;
Rise up, stay;
Stand up against them all.

David Watts
David Watts
David Watts
David Watts

David Watts, Don't stray
Admit to the world your gay.
Shout it out loud;
Standing tall and proud;

Your too gone on Poppers;
To care about throbbers.
David Watts.
Dismayed.
At what you
Believe to be;
Reality.

34. Daughter

I will keep the dream alive
From my mothers son
To my own foolish pride.

We dream all day of a lonely day's play
Where we all seldomly delve into solid day
The nights all but blend within
To a sodden. immortal din.

Yet we all crawl on to remove the son.
Dimmed filled livers to absolves our anchors.
But we all strive to hit and miss
To absolve our immoral bliss.

I will keep the dream alive
My own daughter is by my side
Dream a dream of moral pride.

We dream all day of a lonely day's play
Where we all seldomly delve into solid day
The nights all but blend within
To a sodden. immortal din.

We all welcome in the beaut
That once was out our only pewter.
Dream days the days that it was hers
And we all shall live oh so perverse.

The daughter is mine, fuck lobotomy
You shall give youth; beside lobotomy
Autonomy produced is the way the world spins.
What we once had; shall spin as once within.

33. Dark Side of the Moon

Any colour you like
Chase the rabbit,
Eat a fermented slice
Of his indelicate wisdom.
Provoking;
Deepest inhibitions...

Brain damage
In the shade of the sun.
Beginning to manage.
Infinite wisdom.
In the lunatic within you savages....

I'll see you on the Dark Side Of The Moon.
You crazy loon.
I'll see you on the Dark Side Of The Moon.
The Fool on the instrumental tune....

The dreams that fade are so delayed.

Eclipse the world
And pray privvy; hold
To all that you touch.
All that you see.
All that you consume.
Is due to be repelled.

The Great Gig In The Sky
A flaming alibi.
Burn the covers down and unveil
A non turin shroud;
Gazing upong the weight of the world.
Can't you see my hair stand up;
From meager curls?

Whoaaaaa.....

Money shalt halt civilization
To the man hell bent on decimalization.
You come to feed and ponder upon your greed.
Bass hook,
Full Fuck;
Don't you feed me so fulla shit...

Money... Is a gas...
Feeds me my desire
I shall not stand lonely in the pyre.
For I've taken you all with me;
Hold back else
You'll be in high fidelity!

I'll see you on the Dark Side Of The Moon.
You crazy loon.
I'll see you on the Dark Side Of The Moon.
The Fool on the instrumental tune....

On the run
From the flaming sun
Stand and halt
those that gloat
and fuck the rest
For they won't float...

Speak to me;
Only your mouth will see
The basis of your own lies.
The space and time;
It all flows by
So seamlessly.

Stand with me;
The end of days
Is here with me.
HaHAhahHAHahHA!

I'll see you on the Dark Side Of The Moon.
You crazy loon.
I'll see you on the Dark Side Of The Moon.
The Fool on the instrumental tune....

Run, Rabbitt, Run...
The facts are based on the dark side
Of the sun.

Claim your VAT expenses
On your
Own warranteed security
Secured electrocuted fences.

For the days shall creep by
In obvious time
And the nights shall give
You your own air to view.

For the sake of all mankind
I dread to find
What shall come
In my own precious mind....

I'll see you on the Dark Side Of The Moon.
You crazy loon.
I'll see you on the Dark Side Of The Moon.
The Fool on the instrumental tune....

Time shall beckon
And time shall call
Time shall have no state at all
Time shall vanquish
And Time shall save.
Time will dictate an early grave...

And then one day you find that ten years have got behind you....
You don't know from where to run;
You've missed the starting gun....

I'll see you on the Dark Side Of The Moon.
You crazy loon.
I'll see you on the Dark Side Of The Moon.
The Fool on the instrumental tune....

Us And Them
And I blame You!
The fate of time
Is in your hands.
The truth shared in illigitimate strands
Of DNA cloned for your own melee.
The dates fall by with such decay.

You race around chasing the karma
But the sun ain't changed
And your still one day closer to Death.

We never seem to find the time
Yet we all fawn in quiet desperation
Time has gone, this song is over
I thought I had something more to say....
Today....

I like to warm my bones up by the fire...
For the truth is that the fire shalt be of my own desire...
Read a tome,
Tune a bell,
It's my own agnostic spell.

32. Curtain Call

We are here
They are there
Balden headed
Pig guns loaded.

Rubber bullets
Fire and skill.
Tatood fists
Taking risks.

What price
For the wars
Time for man's
curtain call.

Righteous hostile
Agrieved imbeciles
Lock them up
and throw away the key.

31. Crooked Eyes

...And I hear the footsteps
Drawing faint.
Reminiscence so quaint
Walking down my
Road of life.
I realise it could do with
A lick of paint.
It's the beginning of the end.
No longer can we pretend.
We can go on
My illusions are seldom seen.
Through crooked eyes,
But my own.
So come on and sit with me
In my home.
Whiling away the final hours.
My last few moments;
Are of me typing this on my phone.

30. Coming of Age

The dreams all came to play
My demons have come of age
The life I've been drinking
Have revoked all feeling.

Feel the shame
For another day
We all fathom another
Day of pain

The life we lead is a
Coming of age.

We all drink
We all think
The life we live
Shall never sink
For the day we hold shall not be paid.
For I am
Coming of age.

29. Chunder

I don't want to be your Vlad
I don't want to make you mad.
But understand...
That the fact of the matter is
That you just don't listen.

And yet I tell you time
And time again
That I shall not be
Your Vine.
Creeping, Cralling
Over and under
Through deceit.
Read through my epic chunder.

The Impaler is long gone
So far as hopefully
These things will set in.
I remonstrate fully;
The life of me
Is that of an inbetween - Society.

And yet I tell you time
And time again
That I shall not be
Your Vine.
Creeping, Cralling
Over and under
Through deceit.
Read through my epic chunder.

The days are long gone
Of the fact that you have begun
To comprehend
The facts of life
That I have put before you
What else can I do?

I'm out of my depth.
The booze is going right to my head
The life I have
Goes right through your heart.....

The days are long gone
Of the fact that you have begun
To comprehend
The facts of life
That I have put before you
What else can I do?

28. Chill Pill

Step out tonight
Can't you see that I love that light?
Dancing in the city
Of blinding lights?

You pop that pill,
gives me such a chill
We shall never fall ill.
In the city.

Weekend away;
Chances are frayed.
I am alone,
you but a lonesome clown.
Happy in defeat.
Let's end this misery
I shall crawl
Whilst you abscond on broken feet.

Taking pills.
Life is a lonesome
tired masturbation
that we indulge in
for lack of choice
and yet you ignorant bastards
you give us a so called voice.

Fuck the life and the light.
I am alone.
I'll fight the last fight.
Giving the proverbial dog a bone
I shall roll on
and hold the line.
You look positive whilst I sniff that glue.
We have nothing but a whole clue
with which to go on.

Random actions and provocations
Elude the midset of your average lonesome.
Lend me the shit that you bare
May get stuck up there
in the sky,
Lightning in the pie ful face
of God.

27. Celebrity Mortality

There is silence is the sea,
Your a washed up never has been.
The waves wash over you
Like the life you lived so damned obtuse.
Your are nothing but a clown
With a seldom forgiven unused frown.
Choose the life that you once knew.
There's nothing more for you to do.

Acceptance was your plan
Though nothing ever figured in your mortality
For 3 whole years you did run
Your fan service was with consistant regularity.

So dream the dreams that you once had
Looking back now, you feel so sad.
Your past life was such a chore
So live off the royalties you gained before.
You were the one that laughed, theone that cried
You dismantelled your own alibi.
Maybe you you were strong,
I know that you were wrong.

Acceptance was your plan
Though nothing ever figured in your mortality
For 3 whole years you did run
Your fan service was with consistant regularity.

26. Catholicism

Mom's just had an abortion
Mom's just had an abortion
Mom's just had an abortion
Mom's just had an abortion

Blame the Catholicism
Mortuary Baptism
The world holds Remininscience
A point of Post-Repetition.

Damn you all.
Damn you all to hell.
My life withstands
The stinging Bell.

Hold dear all you once knew.
The seeds you've reaped
You've had to
Sew.

25. Capo (Detuned)

Sing with an illuminated draw pin
rotate like aluminium tight film
procreate like a dance within the solitude,
All I need is sweet interlude.

pat
the cat
scat
I'll take
The pat

Dance with a loan shark
March into the ark
I'll take that what's mine.
Just like any time.

Pat
the scat
Launch
Bebauch.

Roam with free will
Mine is the bill.
to end all reason
We don't need no season


scathe the mark and remark...

We all come for what may..
the day has come to say
we shalll not put with this....
the days long drawn
and we come with piss.

this song is getting is getting so fucking long

We hate all the drawn out shit.

24. Burn my Tongue

Don't you scream
You won't feel a thing
Coz when I hold you there
You'd better not dare
To let out a noise.
The lights down low
And we're ready to go
Downtown
You won't frown
My baby.....

Let me lay my love into you
Just like Mustard on Ham
There ain't nothing you can do
You burn my tongue, Goddam!

23. Breathe

You know this love I have
No it can't go away
And yet the feelings I had
Will disappear within a day
Within a day

I don't know
The sun
And I can't stand
Ignored
Ignored

Failing and flailing in the sea
I don't know how you percieve me
Wailing and flailing above the sky
Don't you
No
Never ask why.

Never ask why

The only reason why I stand before you
Is the carbona not glue
Thou shalt not chant
Above the unholy ignorant stance
That I proclaim within me
The truth shalt
Shalt seek within me.

Breathe....
One last breath
I have sunken to hidden depths
The claim on the prize
Shall be what's mine

I stand and shout
Let it all hang out
For the inclusion
Of intrusion
And the hangover
From whence it came.

The demons in my mind
Shall exceed over time
I'll lay my love
That is in a trojan dove.
Tonight I claim what's mine.

Failing and flailing in the sea
I don't know how you percieve me
Wailing and flailing above the sky
Don't you
No
Never ask why.

Never ask why

Breathe....
One last breath
I have sunken to hidden depths
The claim on the prize
Shall be what's mine

But the life that is mine
Is so fucking sublime
To die a living death
I hold in my hands all that's left
To love
And to live
The whole world sings with me:

We are the whores
Of life's obnixious chrous
We shall demand
The world of but one man
To scream and to shout
We hold what we have in doubt
To follow and to preach
The world's history
On an open beach.....

Failing and flailing in the sea
I don't know how you percieve me
Wailing and flailing above the sky
Don't you
No
Never ask why.

Never ask why

Breathe....
One last breath
I have sunken to hidden depths
The claim on the prize
Shall be what's mine

Time to say goodbye.

22. Bread and Water

Uncle Simon
Sippin' on the mellow yella
Dancing on the grave
Of another fella.
Once-a-love-ri-val.
His carboard cat
Sitting in a velvet hat
Yawning to the sun.
Getting too fat.
On-cur-rant-buns.

Old man Jones
Sitting alone at home
In his chair
A plasticine dome.
He-don't-care.
He swears at the strangers
Immediately in danger
Of his will
But once he wagered
That-he'd-nev-er-be-ill.

But the state of mind
Is a hard nail to bite
When you've been on bread and water.
Like a moth to a flame
No one's to blame.
We're all like lambs to the slaughter.

The Chinese deal
That provides our meals
Is slowly going
The way of the Heel
We-shall-soon-be-gone.
The slaves of the nation
Shall listen to this station
And proclaim
National starvation.
Ain't-it-a-shame.

The powers that be
Can never see
The role they are to play
But we pay the fee
For-the-war-they-wage.
Who asked us
For the trust
Shown in the new breed.
Let's let them rust
While-they-try-to-feed-in-the-rain.

But the state of mind
Is a hard nail to bite
When you've been on bread and water.
Like a moth to a flame
No one's to blame.
We're all like lambs to the slaughter.

21. Brains

Belly full of secrets
And Duvel mince
Living on the edge
On ciderical mints.
The radio shouts out
Upon the desolated streets
This is without a doubt
The best kinda beat.

The world hangs on
Cocain of new
The old hangs out
Like a giant tube
They all shall relax
And grow left of centre
Pay your income tax
It's the coming of winter.

It all tolls
Growing young
Of old.
The waste that
We create
Can never be told.

A head ravaged by fear
There is no need
To linger.
Indeed.
I feel old and young
I can't decide
If I'm well hung
In my pride.

Life abides
In me....

You know the fear
One that can't pass
It holds strong, my dear
Albeit so crass.
The emotion is devoid
Lack of intuition
Look through my eyes
You'll see intuition.

It all tolls
Growing young
Of old.
The waste that
We create
Can never be told.

The remote control
Won't turn off
Police patrol
My roof.
To stand here will be
To abscond
Keep the truth in me
Rewind.

The days long gone
I were happy
Owning all
That made me savvy
Intuituive
Gaze
Relative
Graze.

Live fpr now and be complete.
Flying by the edge of the seat.
To be long gone is what I demand.
I wear the glove on my lower hand.

Is where my brains are
You'll see them from afar.

It all tolls
Growing young
Of old.
The waste that
We create
Can never be told.

20. Bombay Flux

Talk about the space and time within our mind
Then you'll find the perfect rhyme, so devine.
The landscapes of envy that we portray
Disolved into the ground upon a day
And yet we all are....

Swaying in a Bombay flux
Don't tell me about our looks recieved
From the next of kin
Which we decie-----ve.

The fate of the world on my shoulders.
Where will I be when I get older?
You'll be sound
Of which I'm Prou------d.

Feel the weight of my mind, within my thi---rd eye
We rant and rave of things portrayed; so devine.
Pass me down the fits and here I'll sit
In your unholy prescence, my evangelescance.
With You-----------

Swaying in a Bombay flux
Don't tell me about our looks recieved
From the next of kin
Which we decie-----ve.

The fate of the world on my shoulders.
Where will I be when I get older?
You'll be sound
Of which I'm Prou------d.

Expansion of the body and soul, I feel so very old
And I wave the right to be devoid of the hole within my head
It fills me with love and dread of us......
I stare at your unholy frame, though I don't feel tame
I only want to be with you-------

Swaying in a Bombay flux
Don't tell me about our looks recieved
From the next of kin
Which we decie-----ve.

The fate of the world on my shoulders.
Where will I be when I get older?
You'll be sound
Of which I'm Prou------d.

19. Bloc Party

Park up,
Stand up.
Review
What's to come.

Damned straight
Tonight we'll strum.
Wycleff
Edge of the seat.

It dosen't matter
Raises beating
Of hearts.
It's a start.

Get in,
Small band.
Patrick Wolfe
Seemingly in demand.

Main act...
Then it comes...

The pushin'
and the Shovin'
In the club 'n'
The tension
Apprehension
Rubber Glovin'

Death on the dancefloor
I drew blood
And you don't know
Where you've been.

Eyes all gazing
And your eyes all glazing
We don't know what's to come.
Then we run outside!

To much deprived

Head out to the back
For the dance floor fo' Shore.
Don't know what's to come
But we love it all; anyone.

Dance, Dance, Dance
To the night of discontent.


The night of discontent.

18. Bitter Sorrow

I saw Nadine's suicide slowly whelming.
I could stop her from the drowning.
The days have now in vein come and passed
The life I lived has been half assed
The truth will out as well we know
Through the wind and through the snow.
I I can't stop my mind from melting.

It's twenty past four in the morning
And still I lay here.
My dad ain't what I thought, and I'm still yawning
Yet I don't shed a tear.
And my mom has come and ceased to be
The emotions shall be but memories.
The day of slow decay is but still dawning.

But come, remember all
The faith shall be subdued by time by fall.
The summertime is my quarter year of sorrow.

The summertime is my quarter year of such sweet sorrow.

The bitterness I'll hold a day until tomorrow.

Whoa and Lord have mercy coz my days are gonna shine.
I'm just waiting for the days to pass me by.
The days have come, and should now pass.
Victory is mine at last.
The days I've had shall be tomorrow.
The days we had have all been borrowed.
The sweet emptiness is bitter sorrow.

I saw Nadine's suicide slowly whelming.
I could stop her from the drowning.
The days have now in vein come and passed
The life I lived has been half assed
The truth will out as well we know
Through the wind and through the snow.
I I can't stop my mind from melting.

I feel I've been paid to pertain my heritage
The life I had was truely bliss
But the rain shall fall and
Wash it all away.
The dreams we had as children faded away.
Through thoughts forgone maybe.
In the world I'll seek this sanctuary.
Maybe the truth I told will be forgotton.
The days we have of old shall be forgotton.

The ground on which we've tread is truely sodden.

The ways in which we lived
Have been narrowed by sheer bliss.

The world in which we live is all but nothing.

But come, remember all
The faith shall be subdued by time by fall.
The summertime is my quarter year of sorrow.

The summertime is my quarter year of such sweet sorrow.

The bitterness I'll hold a day until tomorrow.

Whoa and Lord have mercy coz my days are gonna shine.
I'm just waiting for the days to pass me by.
The days have come, and should now pass.
Victory is mine at last.
The days I've had shall be tomorrow.
The days we had have all been borrowed.
The sweet emptiness is bitter sorrow.

17. Because of You

She crawled right past on me
Stretched across my pain
Though I'll never think again
That she can see my sins.

What should I do?
It's all because of you.
I'll admit my fascination
Is part that of treason.

The dreams I have can never go away.
At least for today.

I lay awake at night
Waiting for the psiren to call.
I could have it all.
If only I could get it right.

What should I do?
It's all because of you.
I'll admit my fascination
Is part that of treason.

The dreams I have can never go away.
At least for today.

It's all my own emotions alive
And I'm trying to survive.

What should I do?
It's all because of you.
I'll admit my fascination
Is part that of treason.

The dreams I have can never go away.
At least for today.

Today I thought
That you'd be mine forever.
Until the now or never.
All in a net I caught

What should I do?
It's all because of you.
I'll admit my fascination
Is part that of treason.

The dreams I have can never go away.
At least for today.

16. Beans

Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.

All I fuckin' see is
Fuckin' beans in
The Fucking cupboard.
I swear it's like being
Mother fuckin' Hubbard.

Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.

Can I not have
Fuckin' Spaghetti
On my fuckin' toast?
It's better than
A Sunday roast.

Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.

Bare Storage
Apart from
Fucking beans.
Beans, Beans
Fucking beans.

15. Apple Planet

The world turns once more
Like an apple twisted by the peak of it's core
The light of the evening by the moon
Will shortly be that of the sun.
And even though it's over-populated
You won't live until you've been stimulated
Adding another fruit of the womb
Ready for another guaranteed tomb.

You seek and salvage
Everything fitted in but you can't manage
The days that run on and on
Sitting in your room writing personal messages as songs.
Or bad poetry it could be interpreted.
The words involved are just simply desolate.
Trying to leave a legacy
For those that can barely read.

The newborns should not be raised in this way
A planet of urban decay
Why do you crave such a simple thing
When it's guaranteed a rust cycle after perhaps 70-odd year?
Starlight and sunbeams are only guaranteed to last so long
Why should we continue the human race?
Might as well toke it up in a bong
Because that's all they'll be into when they're stoned out of their face at 28.

Why continue the human race?
They'll all die at some stage.
Much like natural light.
Every species has it's end of night.

14. Angel Song

I wish I could sing an angel song
So as to bait with stinking breath.
I wish I could compare your magnitude
For my interlude of life; withstood.

Come! Now! Stand in the middle!
You stand; You know you mighty get riddled
With the evolutionary cancer
Of life.

I drown the droning of your eternal life
But I withstand the death and destruction
Of TV and the radio;
And the false prophesisor.
The whore.
The whore.
The Bore.
The Whore.

Come! Now! Stand in the middle!
You stand; You know you mighty get riddled
With the evolutionary cancer
Of life.

Kill me.
Bore me my hand.
Masturbate me;
My friend.

Come! Now! Stand in the middle!
You stand; You know you mighty get riddled
With the evolutionary cancer
Of life.

13. All The Rage

C'mon everybody
C'mon
sound out everybody
sound out
Dream on everybody
Dream on

Back in the day love faded away
Crimson skies were all the rage
and we stand here to show you
Disinformation.
Fuck love
Fuck life
Fuck Dreams
Fuck Strife.

Stand up everybody
Stand up
Demonise ev'rybody
Demonstrate
Conclude Everybody
Conclude.

Rotten whores constrict such chores
as that of love from above
like an unholy alter ego.
Fire.
Fuck it all.
Live the best.
Dance like the pauper.
Being led to the slaughter.

You life
You cry
We veil.
We don't know why.

Crimson
Skies
Silent
Alibies.

Slaughter
Laughter
Daughters
Mothers
Brothers
Fathers.

Nonchelantly spoken apendagies
Like living in life from Avensis.
We all look above.
Religion is faltering.
Love, love love.

12. Alive

State yer own mind
Lest feel unkind...
By spreading yer own love
With that gift from above...
State yer intelligence
And neglect ignorance...

Dance round the tables till yer fulla shine
Dance away yer days till you feel so alive.

The gov'nors at the top pass their next bill
And you neglect the love they shine on you still.
You vote against the love that you feel.
Yet hold dear the ones that from you steal.
Your soul is not fully healed
Will it cost you to solve that your own last pill?

Dance round the tables till yer fulla shine
Dance away yer days till you feel so alive.

Feel the shine on your soul if you like
Resolve from your own strife.
The dreams we all lead are that are meant be be
The visions that are seen are nothing to be seen.
I strive to reunite the god-given anger.
The Lords are the same under a different template.

Dance round the tables till yer fulla shine
Dance away yer days till you feel so alive.

Say someday we're all found wrong
All the world would be as one.
The slaves to the wage are absolved of slavery
And reqarded for bravery.
The world stop war for the sake
Of one body lying on the plate.

Dance round the tables till yer fulla shine
Dance away yer days till you feel so alive.

Stop your wars, my old friends.
Humanity is the beginning, and not the end.
Decide what action to take.
Sit down, talk and drink some Sake'.
Resolve all conflicts and be as one
Remember that the world is but our son.

Dance round the tables till yer fulla shine
Dance away yer days till you feel so alive.

11. Age Before Beauty

The trouble with tee total toddlers
Is that they seldom see;
The life that they are to live
Is that what mine has been.
Grow up, break up, make up, fed up.
Tea cup, coffee cup. Storm in a D-cup.
Cups in your mouth
Her cups have gone down south.
Though you always liked them
When they were higher than her legs.
Then there's the balls in life.
Those shrivled little miniscule souls
That have little bobbly holes
With the terrible thick black hair
Coming out of seemingly thin air.

To be a happy child was all that we've wanted
Now I'm coming of age; I'd prefer to watch Wallace and Grommit.

The booze, the drugs, the teenage shoulder shrugs
Can be bought on through your life
But people are always missing what's left on the brighter side.
That of course is the misconception of a conceptualist world.
Find a girl, produce a boy.
Even though you never wanted a wife.
Insane natures of the visions of a child
With age, goes time, and so wild grows your mind.
To be a healthy person, with not a care in the world
Is to be akin to full on ginger hair, and fatness if your a girl.
Just ignore those who knock, and grow wise with time
As your body clock;
Will stop ticking eventually.
Only when that happens then,
You may be able to look back on just what might have been.

10. An Afternoon with Friends

Meeting is advantageous
Should you be courageous
And let loose
For a moment or two
The publican heralds fine produce
That shall drag you to the devil
Yet the older ones
All resume play at the bar
Whilst you laugh and mock
From your table
From afar.

We agreed that would be the place...
I fell out of my face
You supped on the singular drink,
Whilst I had two by two.
The conversation continued, however
I were but dour.
I tried my best to disrepent
But alas, it was not to be...

I misrepresented myself
Seemingly suffering from self
disillusion...
I tried to say what I wanted
Yet all I could do was mock
my addiction; shockingly
You still amused me
I sat back, immune.
Listening to all you had to say.
I was impressed
I barely walk that way.

We agreed that would be the place...
I fell out of my face
You supped on the singular drink,
Whilst I had two by two.
The conversation continued, however
I were but dour.
I tried my best to disrepent
But alas, it was not to be...

The end of the hour.
I felt somewhat sour.
Misread the situation.
Disillusions of procreation abound.
You made little sound.
Stood and stared.
Revelled in my cigarette case.
I felt you couldn't last the pace.
Yet I'd perhaps still see you again.
It was quite bizarre,
My afternoon with your friends.

9. Aftermath

I rode through the storm
To seek my maker
King of kings
Once and for all.
I rode lone deserts
I crossed the plains
Slain beasts
And felt the hurt.

I saw visions of the injured
And there's still more to see
Yet all that was me
And what I'd conjured.
My mind drew a blank
And opened up
Like a scissored paper cup;
Aloft a foul mouthed yank.

Dream of pleasant days
Our lives will never be the same
Day believer,
Believe in me
I'll grant you all you wish to see.

My maker called down to me
From clouds up above
With a roar as loud as love
Like in a byzentine fragile dream.
He said that the days will come to pass
And to hold steady till
It all comes to a standstill;
I'll join you in the aftermath.

I questioned his logic
I looked into his eyes
The plan he had set forth
Came as no surprise
The life we all lead
Is but a foolish hobby
Pray for your life and seek the truth
We all live a little worried and confused...

8. Abortion

If I am the dream at world's end
Then may God forsake you all.
I was made in his image.
Yet we all have so much time to fall.

Abortion!

7. Six Pockets

6 Pocket kecks so hard to find
Stay alive; Do a jive an'
Stay at home watching TV
Save them all
For reprieve!

Ther dance shall begin for our own
State o' Sin
6 pocket kecks so worn and torn
I shall Dance it all.

6 pockets so fulla gigs
Stamnd them all;
My aging face
6 pockets;
So full of life
The ultimate sacrifice.

Making our way to the dome
My mind is the only throne
6 pockets meant to dare
6 pockets so fulla air.

6 pockets so stained with sin
6 pockets my only din
6 pockets The Thrifty worn
6 pockets keep me through the night.....

Ther dance shall begin for our own
State o' Sin
6 pocket kecks so worn and torn
I shall Dance it all.

6. 2

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5. 2 Years

You morn the life you lead so desperate
Bedroom smelling of sweat,
Stale alcohol and cigarettes.
Masturbations lost it's edge;
Your young in all but everything
You've been depressed...

For only two years but you know;
That there's everything to fear
The world slips away.
Save your life for another day.

You hate everyone, you hate yourself;
Pop another tramadol,
Your day will be fulfilled.
Zopiclone is all good and well
Mixed with Codein and finer ales.
Yet you still consider the fact...

It's just about two years;
All that you fear is there
The world just slips away.
Save your feelings for another day.
The irrationality will subside.
You've dented your pride
For the last couple of years.
Stay with me, my dear.

You stay in contact with all you can
But they will knock you down;
You are but one man,
Dreaming of the unfulfilled.
You hold on for new remittal;
But it never comes.

Come back to me
I'll see who I can be...
There's pain held inside
I've got nothing to hide.
With you I can say
I've got nothing to feign.
We have nothing to fear.
Two years is still too damned near.

4. Two Minute Thought

Four cans of strongbow
Heading into me like a longbow
Piercing my heart
Distance apart.
Like alcoholic stances
Taking chances
With words
Yet to be stated.
Romancing nothing
Akin to dignified
Life after death
The Normans had the right plan.

Singing across the waves.
Sailing like a boat on fire.
Crippled under dulcet tones.
My heart aches, with wild desire.

Smoking chemicals
Raising the decibels
Confused like a child
In a peodophilic playground.
Dancing till
The break of dawn.
Your's a chancer,
Mine a whore.
Leaning to the left and
Flailing to the right.
Who the one to tell us
We're far out?
Outta Sight.

Substance abuse.
Like a child to a breast.
Succle the artificial teet.
Give mother a rest.

Pay the price.
For real lives.
Screw the system.
Resist 'em.

3. 1

The lads all feel down and it all falls dark
Welcome to the real noah's ark.
Dreaming of a 2 by 2 existence and
Believing of a meloncholy reality
What hope do you think I have
Welcome to the nether Land.

2. 1st October, 2009

I realise that life isn't simple.

I also realise that I may have done irriparable damage to myself, family and friends.

I was always of the mentality of myself, family, work and then friends in the order of things.

Lately, all this has changed.

Now all than can be thought about, is where my next fix shall be coming from. It disturbs me that I have let myself get so sucked in after two years. I am killing myself. People that care are worried. People that don't will just see it as my number being up, and just deserts.

I like to think that I can be informative, impartial and intelligent. However; most of the time, I'm in a lack of comprehension, believing all is about me, and brain dead.

One thing that I would like to point out is that this is not purely because of the death of my mother, I have been going downhill, as alluded to earlier, for a couple of years. There is no doubt, however, that the passing has resulted in a negated impact on my own life, which filters into those others around me.

I can be fine as rain, one minute, meandering on my own little path, and the next I can be insenitive, snappy and shallow. But this, in general, is the alcohol.

Even my own grandfather has attempted to gleam information from our communal doctor, only to be denied; due to the (thankfully) code of conduct that he (the doctor) must keep. All I can tell my own grandfather is that I am not well, and the things that go on in a medical capacity; Blood tests, Ultrasounds, what may be wrong with me; etc.

The over-riding feeling that I do have at the moment, however, is guilt; and no matter how many people I say things to, it never feels any better.

The guilt stems from me feeling that I didn't do enough for mom in her last few months. In some cases, it was because there were things that I couldn't do, which can be understood, or in a muddle, I can turn them into instruments, with which to torture myself.

In other cases, such as the final time that she was being taken into hospital, I can recall Paul shouting at mom, and just thinking they were having an arguement. It continued. Knowing she was ill, it was obvious something was wrong. Mel was with me, and I daren't get out of bed, for fear of seeing something that I didn't want to.

Family and friends came by, as if they knew something I didn't. I barely visited mom in hospital over the time she was in there, instead; focusing only on the times when she seemed ok, whilst at home, and obviously as fit as can be. I didn't want to see the suffering. I honestly believe that if I did regularly go, I would not have been able to cope with it, and I wouldn't be here today, due to stupidity involving more alcohol than I was already intaking, and a nonsensical idea.

These are the cases of guilt I speak of. The overwhelming power of wanting to do something, but not having the inclination to do it, or, I guess, some would label as fear and / or cowardice on my own part.

The bizarre thing is, the more I think about it all, the worse I get. Nothing is ever happy or fun anymore. Everything I do is a  seemingly routine task, that has been done so many days in a row, or even once before, and I never want to do it again. Things are really beginning to bore myself.

Again, with boredom, alcohol starts to creep back into my life (as I told work) to eleviate the boredom.

Friends have come and gone; some have stuck with me, albeit barely talking, and in no uncertain terms have I told a few exactly what I think at the time. It's like a natural reaction, when I feel that I'm having too much fun with something, my mind kicks in and states that I shouldn't be like this.

In reality, as we all know; it's the other way around.

I fear that no matter what is done in the near future, my health is most certainly fucked, as is any ounce of reasonable mindedness inside my head.

AF.

1. 1 Minute Thought

Your mind is a.....

Desolate
Wasteland
Fill your boots
Talk with Pam
She shall
Save you
Make you sniff
Carbon glue
Can't be sure?

Be my
Alibi
Crucify
Passers by
They shall
Heal you
Make you stiff
Hardened
Prostitute.

Yourself.....

For love
Disobey
Feel unkempt
Be betrayed

Introduction

In case some of you may not have realised by older posts, I have a problem. In fact, I have several problems.

Two that go hand in hand, however; is alcohol and typing online. Much like in the real world, where you talk and talk and talk and talk, when I'm online, I can't shut up. This can be off-putting to some people; but I have in the past attempted to channel this by other means.

I tried to write short stories and poems / songs - I even tried to record music (Some of this can be found via my soundcloud page - Watch the speakers, some are terribly loud due to my lack of mixing experience!). Most of it is terrible, but it is still a document as to my mental state, feelings, thoughts and emotions at the time.

Whilst previously, I used to publish anything and everything up on facebook, to the annoyance of most of my "friends" (and the delight of others, as it was seemingly something to do); I now just keep them locked away on my PC as Notepad documents as and when I write them.

I have also began to cut down my drinking at times, so therefore do not feel so turbulent in myself. I no longer drink to pass out (unless I have a serious craving, then I drink AND pass out, not to), and therefore I write a lot less frequently. I have not picked up a guitar now in anger for 2 years - I lost my inclination for doing so a year after the death of my mother, as I felt I couldn't justify anything any longer - if not more, and it's vaguely worrying. I used to enjoy jamming along, no matter how bad with my Jagmaster, keyboard, or what have you, and finding out alternative chords in an avant-garde kind of way. There never has been any technique to my style of writing or playing, other than just do what you feel at the time.

Whether you feel that this warrants a need to facilitate a nurturing approach to my creativity, or I should just stop is down to you, yourself.

I shall therefore begin publishing things that I have wrote on a near-daily basis; in no certain order, just so you can at least attempt to see what I was thinking, how I was feeling; and least importantly, how you feel about them.

Regards,