137. Start Anew

I feel, I feel almost whole.
Like a Travelling Wilbury
On that path, found my soul
Dreaming the days away in absinthe walls
You dare thought that I was sold?
No save face and run away
Turn those blue sky's to grey
Don't look forward
Look back to another day
When the times were ours, and not the government's brigade.

So don't save it for another day
Crack it open and drink with me
To the good times and the bad.
Anew we start, it's strange on my head.
Like never ventured apart;
Yet so much can change
I've lived my life draconian
You have just stayed the same.

The ink in the well ran dry when the demons faded
And yet the images combined have never faltered
To be young was to be me.
To be old is as to life as I am to melancholy.
A wee drag of the olde stuff
Takes it's toll on us like chlorophorm
Died long ago, yet still alive; still norm.
Brave face aside, you stole my pride...
Lost in the garbage-river with my smile
Cats call on me to pounce.
We all know
We don't stand a chance.

Call us in, throw us out
My dream dies as last orders
Is called for the day.
To start anew.
That's the way.

136. Songs of Praise

I lost my heart in Weston Super Mare
18 months ago today
I knew she didn't care.
She was the sister of my best friend.
It was a god almighty unsightly mess.
My missus was with me for the whole weekend.
I was gagging on Jack and Maria with a dash
Of a coke-topped head...

She spoke to me a few times throughout the days
We woke up early and had a brief chat
She made my tea of a morning
And that was that.
I was in her room the one time
Looking at the photos that she had.
The look of the men she knew
Made me feel so distraught.

Shine on
Lovely woman.
The world is
Your own Hymen...
I'll sing hymns of it
Which shall never be phasing
Never repeated on Songs of Praise

And I imagined that she winked at me
That one morning.
A few minutes later;
She was gone off to work
At a hair salon.

I felt that things might change
She left me with no hope as to what may happen.
And things did change for me.
For the worse.
I found that a fella I was working with
Had had his own way with her.
Tragedy.
Ground into the dirt.

His mortar in her pestle
Grinding away
To hold onto that thought
For another day.
And the days go by like a haze
Dreaming of the days
That I'll see here again
But it's never to be.

Shine on
Lovely woman.
The world is
Your own Hymen...
I'll sing hymns of it
Which shall never be phasing
Never repeated on Songs of Praise

135. Songs I like (Playlist)

Neil Young - Keep on Rockin' in The Free World
Manics - If You Tolerate This, Then You're Children Will be Next
Doves - Pounding
Oasis - Stay Young
I Am Kloot - Hong Kong Lullaby
Manics - Ocean Spray
Supergrass - Richard III

134. Smoker

My First is the first of a sound of a snake...
My Second is in Me, but not in a Tree...
My Third is the First in the Orange County...
My Fourth could be the last name of a British comedian...
My Fifth is found in a squeak.
My Sixth (and final), Can be Black Country or Pirate...

133. Sin

I believe in the way of the world.
We all depend on the way that man
Withholds the truce
Without abuse of the minors.

To stare down the wishing well
Of Heaven and Hell
We never can tell
Without being there ourselves.

The lord rose from the clouds
And raised his arms.
This is the way that we shall be
Said the mighty ghost.

Man should have been better
Said the lord to his flock.
The world shall hold on
And not run amok.

The world shall be the eternal
Constant
And not give in.
Not give in.

The whistles of the man shall not be ignored
says the flock to his lord.
The God shall crumble
Upon mighty sin.







Ich glaube an die Weise der Welt.
Alle wir hängen von der Weise ab,
die bemannen Witholds der Waffenstillstand
Ohne Missbrauch der Minderjährigen.

Zu unten anstarren der wünschenbrunnen
Vom Himmel und von der Hölle Wir können nie sagen
Ohne dort zu sein selbst.
Der Lord stieg von den Wolken Und angehoben seinen Armen.

Dieses ist die Weise,
die wir sind Besagt der mächtige Geist.
Mann sollte besser gewesen sein Besagt der Lord zu seiner Menge.
Die Welt hält an Und nicht Durchlauf amok.

Die Welt ist das ewige Konstant Und nicht nachgeben.
Nicht nachgeben.
Die Pfeifen des Mannes werden nicht sagt die Menge zu seinem Lord ignoriert.
Der Gott zerbröckelt Nach mächtiger Sünde.

132. Sibling Love

I will stay to the ends of the world with you
When you think of him
You know I'll be there and wrap round you like glue.
The stages of mourning
Are the most traverse feelings a person can gain.
So stop them tears pouring.

The stains on your coat won't hold my love back
And when you've had enough
I'll slip back into the void that is my own black.
You know that I am yours
And the world shall preserve us both.
The bond we have is that of sibling love.

131. Sharp is still a blade

If we are not healthy
Why do we live?
The word defines guilt
We suffer with it.
Mental asfixiation
Like death from above
The man who kills us
Covered in love


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But something sharp is still a blade
Words cut deepest I hasten to say
That I'm afraid my life is frayed
The words of the government
are corruptively spread so thin
we live our lives all the time
To no real reason
We're damned from the start.
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If man is so wealthy
Why are we poor?
The morals defied
The good and the whores
Who sell themselves
Like dogs in a car
Scratching for salvation...
Drunk at a cheap Bar.


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But something sharp is still a blade
Words cut deepest I hasten to say
That I'm afraid my life is frayed
The words of the government
are corruptively spread so thin
we live our lives all the time
To no real reason
We're damned from the start.
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