Hellfire

July 15, 2022

• HellfireListen Read

  There’s always something
  An odd twitch, hearing loss,
  A ringing noise, new flesh,
  A new bump, A weightlessness, A headache, A sore limb,
  An Itchy Gash, A Mirage,
  A Tumor, A scare
  And when one is fixed, another breaks When some destroyed, more await When it is Time, no one comes
  When you have time, it is up
  And even from without
  There is nothing you will find
  Running at full speed
  Without a dent - factory shine
  Always slightly out of time
  Always Always dust
  Always Always Always
  No such thing as luck
  Only chance and rot
  Inevitable loss
  Running low
  Almost empty
  Almost always gone
  Going going gone
  Each day quicker
  Each day gone lost
  The more, the less
  The less useless
  That’s that, no more
  Meet me at the door
  It’s open, come in
  Wash away the sin
  No more lazy sloth
  This sad pig has had enough
  No nail grows yet
  All toes now green
  Both eyes blank screens
  Eyeballs opaque
  Robot ear gone
  Ringing silence
  Back again mate
  A tick tick, A shiver
  A lick lips, A stiffness
  A click limb, A limp useless
  Prick gone no need
  When stiff useless, when needed limp
  Rid me of the hideous thing
  Gets it right in the classroom
  But wrong in the examination hall What use is that? damn it all Useless thing
  All machines designed after it
  All worse, none better
  I.e. all shit
  None work forever
  None work a minute
  Worse with every use
  Always chasing the first
  Always chasing the free
  Always chasing decency
  Never adequate enough
  Enough, enough, come in, come in Thank you

• Sugar/TzuWatch Listen Read

  Posterity will show me to be
  The greatest the world has ever seen, a genius among nonentities

  The Leadweight clash of the century,
  February 31st, 2163
  I was there, but could not see
  Being a 3 foot 3 superfluous freak
  Blinded by necks, upper backs and knees
  Folded fat, flapped by the breeze

  Sun Sugar, in the red trunks
  Sun Tzu, in the blue

  Both ran to the centre of the ring
  While the rhinestone suit continued to sing

  Sun Sugar, a simple man, cut from coarse cloth
  Sun Tzu, seeking strength from a snakeskin broth

  “Weighing in at
  Six hundred pounds”

  I ran through legs to the front of the crowd
  Sun Sugar came over in-between rounds

  Sun Sugar came over shook my fucking hand
  He turned away, I shot him in the back
  Sun Tzu raised his arms

  Crowned champ while Sugar bled on
  No doctor on the scene - the audience won

  Eventually found, sentenced to life
  Spent reading the letters of a million wives
  Sun Sugar wouldn’t be shit without me
  The youngest executioner in tabloid memory

• Eat Men EatWatch Listen Read

  It's always here
  Drying your clothes in the sun
  Alone, slowly burning
  Away
  I'm so thirsty I might die
  Thirty miles from the mines
  “Have you seen the drunken Captain singing?
  What d'you want to know?”
  “One more night in Absalom,
  Help yourselves men
  To Whiskey, onions and chilli
  Eat Men Eat!”
  Company A wake with a start
  Stomachs open, burning hearts
  With drills and lines this red liquid mined
  Captain bottles Rennie's red wine
  “Don't touch Rio Tinto's bottom line”
  Three long nights in those pits they called Hell
  Captain's food got me sick and oh so sleepy
  “I love you but I can feel my chest bubbling!”
  Oh so heavy and then
  Oh so light, almost something
  “And as they ran arm in arm from the burning crater Captain's screams echoed:”
  “You fucking faggots ain't seen the last of me yet
  I'll have the last laugh you cunts soon you'll see
  Each day you wake and each night you sleep
  I'll be camped in your chests
  Burning!”
  But we kept on running, turned our backs on old Hell,
  With wine in our hearts, hailed as saviours of Old -

• Welcome to HellWatch Listen Read

  Listen!
  The sweet peals of moonlight-induced lovemaking on the streets tonight
  Listen! The soft purr of motorbikes
  Ready to strike up the night alight
  So don’t tell me of your troubles, your emotional grief
  Enjoy the sights this is shore leave
  Don’t talk of true love, unscrew your frown
  Enjoy the entertainments of nighttime town
  Experience the red rooms, the green tables, the souvenirs
  Make memories, haunting or fabled
  The gallant mist of red blooded chivalry
  Instilled in basic training
  By standing in line today
  You secure a place among the Saints
  Go get them son
  Now your life begins
  To die for your country does not win a war
  To kill for your country is what wins a war
  Don’t tell your name, don’t ask for hers
  In this land of oysters, you are the world
  The painless, plainness of military life resumes Tomorrow night
  If not for you it would’ve been cholera, malaria or some eastern disease
  Forget about it, son - a slap’s all you need
  We did it all we seen it all and worse much worse, son
  The massacres of ages - too many to recall
  Limbs rendered birds by the speed they flew off
  A soup nothingness that once was your best friend
  Motherless children and Temptress widows
  The Wild, The Useless, The Dead, The Untameable
  Snivelling fuck, staining this street
  Lucky I don’t shoot you on the spot
  bullets were made for men like you
  The impotent idiots god forgot
  Tonight you decide which corner takes residence
  Which room looms forever in your mind
  But now you’re on your own, we don’t need men like you
  Private Tristan Bongo - hereby discharged!

• StillListen Read

  I waited so long

  That only a fool would try

  And stay

  If not for you

  If not for only you
  I feel sunk in a way

  You've been sulking all day
 Our ships been sunk in the bay
 But I can still find enough
 Because
  I could have been
 Bald with a baby
 A Bald Eagle baby
  You've got me always wondering why
 I'm worn out
  And if I ever needed love 
 It's now

  Just take me!
  Thinking stupid -

  I know it's late but please stay up
 And talk to me

  Accept some kind of old defeat 

  I know a song

  That gives

  Everything that you need
  I went to see him 

  At the "Obviously Visiting" Arena
 You were a mile away

  But doing so good

• Half TimeListen Read

  That was "8 Weeks in May" by the Orange Tree Boys
  Keep that dial locked to 66.6 Hellfire
  With yours truly, Radio Rahim
  Next up, a song like no other
  Listen to this!

• The Race is About to BeginListen Read

  Idiots are infinite, thinking men numbered Don’t kid yourself - this isn’t news
  Let’s start with Tristan Bongo, alone at the race Conscription calling his name
  One more night of freedom
  The heiress high up atop the stands
  And the lines are open
  That’s Lucky Star, Eye Sore, Doctor Murphy, Sun Tzu, The Clap,
  Mr Winner, Spot, Wallace, Mrs Gonorrhoea, Perfect P, Deadman Walking and The Company Favourite.
  A son hands dad’s hard earned cash to the clerk And she laughs at the gall of the small guido lips: “Put it all on Spot, the kid’s already won”
  John-tiles smeared with last nights beer
  Reflect vomiting Chris who dreams his dream is near In the form of Mrs Gonorrhoea
  Reporter reporting the state of affairs
  Inwardly asks of his prime time hair
  Why it can’t quite rival the manes on these mares The smoothness can’t compare
  Gleaming appliances attract attention The raffle prizes too many to mention Displayed all over the stadium entrance
  Hypodermic needles, hidden under coat sleeves Of sweaty wise-guy money earning men
  In search of the horse to apprehend
  The race is about to begin The race is about to begin
  Blondie locked in 4 eyes arms Squirming like a dying fish That’s the last I can recall
  The race was ran
  Someone lost someone won
  I came and I stayed and the same ever since -
  Outside -
  The freaks of the wilderness, open in spring The time before time was the time to sing Unidentified song surges through the brush Transcription futile, let alone the rush
  You miss when hunched and scribbling notes Here no journalism is ever in vogue
  Despite the attempts of doctors and saints None have recorded its heavenly grace
  But I stayed, I stayed, I stayed
  That race was ran 30 years back And each day since the same -
  Peel back the witness of a million catastrophes To see the spotty remnants each has left
  I forget in which cups I’ve pissed
  From which I can still drink
  Tonight Its so cold my feet are shrinking Groping around for the sides of my boot It’s no night for the blind
  With all these sirens I envy the deaf mutes
  Some killer on the loose again Some idiot at large
  Some Chinese moose again An excuse for the sarge
  No sirens, all silent The log cabin’s silent No killer either
  No creaks in the floor
  Log cabin, what cabin?
  A shack’s all I have
  Yes my cubbyhole’s stuffed with skeletons But my neighbours is stuffed with anthrax
  Where does that leave us?
  I came 30 years back
  From Salafessien, via South Schlagenheim To Sunterun and Sunterime
  The late Sun Sugar’s home town
  Buried not far from here
  My only friend
  Neighbour, what neighbour? My shack is alone

  This pen, changing lives One line at a time
  Blindness? What blindness? Sweet blindness a little laughter a little silence A little magic a little kindness a little all over me.
  Yes me. The first, the last, the everything.
  No trace of anything
  No life no sin no fun no time no anyfuckingthing no one no yes no house
  no shack no a no b no c no etc no 1 no 2 no etc no school no life no work no time no book no art no point no truth no use no friend
  no know no knot no hole no birth no end no real no fake
  No king of this useless nameless non-land
  No end to this nothing nonsense non-song
  No day set for my saviours arrival, to carry me far
  Across green waters, above the sky or below the depths
  Among the white cloud or red steppe
  Or to fly forever in-between ends, or in-between in-betweens,
  Or in-between no-between, or no nothing no saviour no journey no end. 1000 years of no nothing hiding from nothing. No reason to hide sins. No reason not to sin. No reason to pretend. No reason to pretend
  there is not no reason.
  Oh yes
  Blondie ran on the track
  Four eyes got stuck in the rail
  The reporter was caught getting sweaty in the stable
  Blondie and brunettie and redheadie all already gone Yes gone never came never stayed
  Blondie gone. 4 Eyes gone. Guidos gone. Clerk gone. Chris gone.
  Tristan Bongo the man who never left. Tristan Bongo never left. Still here. I stayed.
  The clown can be a martyr The whore can be an angel The hack becomes a master The crass becomes divine The infinite, infinitesimal
  All sins irrepressible
  No use digging holes to hide
  The rupture comes and leaves no stone unturned So don’t wish for anything

• Dangerous LiaisonsListen Read

  As a farmhand I had
  No aversion to killing
  But to murder a man in cold blood Was something entirely different
  One dawn, one spring One man came to me Out of tire screech
  Of a black MG
  Dark clad, upright, emaciated, lips curved
  He said, “My friend, would you like to make some cash tonight?”
  “Some people really are awful”, he said
  “This you can’t deny
  “Some people are as useless as lids on a fish’s eyes”
  No pistols, no blades - strangulation was how it had to be He could depend on the strength of a man of manual labour The perfect idiot for his need
  Persuasion-wise he had a real gift Temptation had me by the balls He sold me a dream and I fell in For no reason except I’m a fool
  To sign away eternity with one stroke
  A blind greedy hoax, the joke of all jokes
  I’ll tell you for free, it wasn’t like a pigs squeal
  Job done
  No word From any one
  I scoured the pool halls, the strip bars, the casinos
  No man skinny enough to vaguely resemble my friend who said,
  “We’ll meet at The Queen at 8
  10 grand in your pocket, don’t be late” No sign of the black clad gang man
  Front page news, “random killing - No gang affiliation, no mob justice - Murder”
  To see the bruised neck I wrecked, immortalised in print
  A Circle opened from the black and white picture and my search for that face was complete
  He climbed out the page and shed his skin, revealing the red king This was no mafioso, this was Satan himself
  True evil - the stench of an unknowable wealth
  “You’re coming with me son”, the cries, anguish, torment
  The shame, pain, heartache, suffering, futile regret

• The DefenceListen Read

  When Crowds swarm out doorways And The street-lamps are lit
  One of my disciples
  Begins his wandering
  In alleys and Main streets He searches for men
  The virile, pathetic and lame
  Leading them in
  To our establishment He starts to cry Every night
  “Prostrate, supine Well groomed - divine! Whatever you like Please sir, tonight”
  A brothel is a business no different than a bank As safe and as formal and sanitary
  My girls all destined for hell
  Or so says our priest
  But find me a Christian
  Who spends as much time on their knees!
  Closer to god
  They honour his glory In the best way Everyday
  Without my aid they’d be in chains
  Or disembowelled in a backstreet lane I’ll stop selling when you stop buying ‘Till the end of time you will hear the cry
  “Prostrate, supine Well groomed - divine! Whatever you like Follow me tonight”

• 27 QuestionsListen Read

  When lost in wild rain there is nothing you can do When lost in city rain there is something you can do Take refuge wherever’s marked admission free
  As we did one night in late ’63
  I’d never seen the man on the poster before
  But my friend said he was a big star before the war
  The boy by the door, louder than a bomb
  All the way down the street you heard his song
  “Roll up, roll up - tonight is the night Freddie Frost gives his last will live on stage Roll up, roll up for the show of a lifetime Doors open at quarter to eight”
  Sat in upholstery that was once brilliant,
  We picked its loose stuffing and looked around
  There were duchesses and dukes, and beggars and pimps All sat side by side to watch this last grasp at life
  The grand centrepiece was a gold-green sarcophagus
  Flanked either side by oil-painted pictures of the man
  First of all a film to explain his life-long dream
  Afterwards music started, and a young girl ran on with operatic screams
  Two hours went by and his 65 daughters
  Who told, through opera, of his life’s importance
  They sang of his exploits all over the earth
  His likes and dislikes, his undoubtable worth
  After a last crescendo where they all cried as one
  They hurried quickly off but the music played on
  From within the sarcophagus rose a spotlit weathered hand Mr Frost emerged and to the racing beat he danced
  With the vital energy of a newborn Chimp He spun and he spun and spun and spun
  Hopelessly wrinkled and by no means thin
  He soon became dizzy, regained his composure and started to sing...
  “Thank you for listening
  I won’t be too long
  Just twenty seven questions to finish this song...
  Does there exist a marriage that can survive castration?
  A future where a man can go a year without hydration?
  Is grass ever greener?
  Is the will really free?
  Is it only black you see when you join the deceased?
  Will I forever be a mediocrity? A hideous glut with trembling knees? In death will I see the girls of daydreams?
  Intangibly dressed, invisibly seamed?
  Will the sun burn out?
  Will my corpse grow a beard?
  Will my house be kept?
  And my sperm be reared?
  (My last shot at the big time posthumous paste will it find a home or go to waste?)
  In heaven do the morals of the earth still stand? Or can I bridge the gap twixt beast and man?
  Is there such a thing as a universal truth? Any lost secret to eternal youth?
  Do nuns fornicate?
  And scientists pray?
  Is a sin committed every moment of every day?
  That’s not quite 27
  But my chest feels awful tight
  So thank you for listening
  Good night, good night, good night”
  Freddie Frost blew up to the size of a hot air balloon Red as all hellfire and loud as Satan’s siren
  And he wheezed and moaned in pain as he rose But we all just laughed at the sad old oaf
  And laughed all the way home

Cavalcovers

March 22, 2022

• 21st Schizoid Man (Originally by King Crimson)Watch Listen Read

  A-one, two, three, four
  Two, two, three
  Cat's foot, iron claw
  Neurosurgeons scream for more
  Paranoia's poison door
  21st century schizoid man
  Blood rack, barbed wire
  Politicians funeral pyre
  Innocents raped with napalm fire
  21st century schizoid man
  Death seed, blind man's greed
  Poets starving, children bleed
  Nothing he's got, he really needs
  21st century schizoid man

• Love Story (Originally by Taylor Swift)Watch Listen Read

  We were both young when I first saw you
  I close my eyes and the flashback starts
  I'm standin' there
  On a balcony in summer air
  See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns
  See you make your way through the crowd
  And say, "Hello"
  Little did I know
  That you were Romeo, you were throwin' pebbles
  And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"
  And I was cryin' on the staircase
  Beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said
  Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone
  I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run
  You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
  It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"
  So I sneak out to the garden to see you
  We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew
  So close your eyes
  Escape this town for a little while, oh oh
  'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter
  And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"
  But you were everything to me
  I was beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said
  Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone
  I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run
  You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
  It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"
  Romeo, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel
  This love is difficult, but it's real
  Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess
  It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"
  Oh, oh
  I got tired of waiting
  Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around
  My faith in you was fading
  When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said
  Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone
  I keep waiting for you, but you never come
  Is this in my head? I don't know what to think
  He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring
  And said, "Marry me, Juliet
  You'll never have to be alone
  I love you and that's all I really know
  I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress
  It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"
  Oh, oh, oh
  Oh, oh, oh, oh
  'Cause we were both young when I first saw you

• Moonlight On Vermont (Originally by Captain Beefheart)Watch Listen Read

  Moonlight on Vermont affected everybody
  Even Mrs. Wooten well as Little Nitty
  Even lifebuoy floatin'
  With his lil' pistol showin'
  'N his lil' pistol totin'
  Well that goes t' show you what uh moon can do
  No more bridge from Tuesday t' Friday
  Everybody's gone high society
  Hope lost his head 'n got off on alligators
  Somebodies leavin' peanuts on the curbins
  For uh white elephant escaped from the zoo with love
  Goes t' show you what uh moon can do
  Moonlight on Vermont
  Well it did it for Lifebuoy
  And it did it t' you
  And it did it t' zoo
  And it can do it for me
  And it can do it for you
  Moonlight on Vermont
  Gimme dat ole time religion
  Gimme dat ole time religion
  Don't gimme no affliction
  Dat ole time religion is good enough for me
  Uh it's good enough for you
  Well come out t' show dem
  Come out t' show dem
  Come out t' show dem
  Come out t' show dem
  Come out t' show dem
  Come out t' show dem
  Gimme dat ole time religion
  Gimme dat ole time religion
  It's good enough for me
  Without yer new affliction
  Don't need yer new restrictions
  Gimme dat ole time religion
  It's good enough for me
  Moonlight on Vermont

Cruising

August 4, 2021

• Stream

Cavalcade

May 28, 2021

• Picture Disc
• Black LP
• CD
• Cassette

• John LWatch Listen Read

  Three encores of Oh Sonny Boy backed only by accordion
  Three rows of pale brunettes protect him from the crowd
  The curtain a patchwork of imitation vermillion
  A red bulb hangs low above the throne that has been found

  This is the scene on Main Street when John L comes to town

  Crowds of every age, creed and gender are abound
  Signor kitsch sings skits detailing each attendees sins
  First time anteaters lose themselves in the wings
  With vigour they scratch red spots, overwhelmed by their king

  In all the world there’s no escape from this infernal din

  “Children of Bethlehem, come all boys and girls,
  Come Listen to these, my eternal words
  Judge not who you see by whatever they may say
  But by their round eyes, lips, ears and curves
  A man is his country, your country is you
  All bad is forewarned, all good will come true”

  These words are heard on Main Street when John L comes to town

  This garbling non-song whips throng into frenzy
  The last echoes of his crooning now cease to be heard
  No-longer-pale brunettes are broken in two
  And thrown to the snouts of the anteater crew

  John L is in tatters
  His soapbox usurped
  His torn robes adorn the
  Tree stumps of the earth
  No hack with an army
  Will last long before he
  Breeds men who yearn
  For their own bloody glory

  That was the scene on Main Street when John L came to town

• Marlene DietrichListen Read

  Under soft lights
  With a taped back face
  Our soft spoken queen
  Takes her place on the stage

  As the big curtains open
  The last troops run in quick
  For the one and only
  Marlene Dietrich

  She whispers demurely
  “from The Blue Angel”
  The song we all know
  The one that we’ve paid for

  Fills the hall tight
  And pulls at our hearts
  And puts in her place
  The girl she once was
  In that suit of ’33
  Soundtracked by disapproving commentary

  And my shuddering neighbour
  Turns and roughly rouses me
  He says, “While a kiss on the lips may not make a frog a prince,
  An orgasm renders any queen a witch:
  Metamorphosis exists!”

  Damn all us idiots
  Damn us till death
  Relentlessly trying to untie our knots of
  Rivers and roads that defy all sense

  But her hands loosen all
  And her voice brings you youth
  Her cheeks cradle the holy breath
  That pumps the lungs of her Mackie Messer

  And she beats the heart of her Mackie Messer
  And she walks the stage with her Mackie Messer
  And she makes us smile with her Mackie Messer

• Chondromalacia PatellaWatch Listen Read

  Losing grip
  Another drip
  A new cold

  Air passing through a new hole on the white rocks of the pink mould

  No strength left
  To pull the cord
  Of the morning bell

  A million diamonds sing inside an empty shell

  Always crashing, screaming
  Relentlessly bashing
  Incessant, repulsive, backtracking hypotheses
  Seldom finished
  The beasts of the nighttime
  Canfrenkin borentis asotzkee, potzkee borree

  Fingertips folding, deep in their tunnels black creatures make nests no needle can rupture

• SlowWatch Listen Read

  Time winding down
  Slowly

  Just one more try

  I'm almost on my way
  Cracking, snapping, little footsteps
  Beaks all break

  Slowly

  Searching
  Still searching

  Slowly it falls and slowly it dies
  Slowly it crumbles right under my eyes
  And it takes so long

  And I wonder
  Just how long it took
  To get there

  I guess I'll wait
  How much longer
  Any day

  How much further
  Must I wake

  I guess I'll wait

  Slowly falls, slowly dies
  Slowly crumbles right under my eyes

  Slowly

  Stood up, shot
  Between the eyes
  Consolation

  Slowly

• Diamond StuffListen Read

  And only when
  The sun is ours
  Didn't take long to find out I'm a husk
  Made of diamond stuff

  I don't seem to bleed this time

  Hair slicked back to a black slick
  The red river pulls me up to scratch an itch
  On an anthracite field I am laid out
  And a diamond drill takes my feet off

• DethronedListen Read

  Defaced
  Dethroned
  The fate
  Unknown
  Unsure
  Unkempt
  His pride
  None left

  Snatched with rage, his gift was thrown
  Blindly into the depths below
  Irretrievable under that stone

  Almost stopped
  On the brink
  Somehow He still thinks
  Today is
  Just a blip
  The footnote that ends his entry at the centre of
  All self respecting encyclopedias

  That face he will not see again, will always be with him will never leave, will mock
  him in sleep, remind him

  In every reflection, translucent and shimmering, those marbles appearing to make him

  Weightless as ever, forever weak
  Forever needing a distraction to speak

  Elephant eyeballs hovering over all thought with lips ever puckered, aimless fishes within.

  He’ll never tell anyone, and no one will ever find out, it will always be with him no doubt
  He wants to feel sympathy for’m, but he’ll come back again and again

• Hogwash and BalderdashListen Read

  Hogwash and balderdash
  Chickens from the pen
  Coming down the rivers
  Of Salafessien
  Picking out fish bones
  On unstable rafts
  Checking every angle
  And foliage gap

  “Can’t keep this speed,
  The sun’s too much"
  “Balderdash settle! You’ve just lost the touch”
  This hogwash he stood
  And licked fingers clean
  While mocking his comrades
  Admits to defeat
  He kicked and he scolded
  And pulled on low cheeks

  Hogwash and balderdash
  Chickens from the pen
  Surveying the beaches
  Of Salafessien

  Picking out pebbles
  And throwing them ashore
  Checking each second
  For men of the law
  Hogwash stops and stares at the floor
  “From where comes this stench that can’t be ignored?”
  Lucky for balder his sweat escapes view
  This being the origin of the aromatic stew
  (Which led to the following bellow of “phioux!”)
  With his right on his nose, hogs left hand claps balder
  Across his bare scalp as if to extract
  His brain, thought submissive, that inside grows bolder....

• Ascending ForthListen Read

  Everyone loves ascending fourths

  \

  Paintings of orthodox monks on the wall
  Impotent Mark holds his pen to forehead
  Waiting for proof of his unquestioned gift

  3 open windows bring air to his cheeks
  The rest of him smothered in 3 sweat drenched sheets
  With commission spent and date drawing near
  And no newborn zeal or written ideas

  A receding hum, akin to pink noise
  Escapes his cerebral hand that toys,
  Miserably clutching it never avails
  Without resorting to kitschy entrails

  To stand up tall and straight is to break one leg
  Since last Third Quarter he has not got out of bed
  Meanwhile, envoys follow the stars, and the arcs of the larks,
  further north to collect the work promised to their employer noblemen

  He tries in vain for one pure line
  under the weight of tired eyes
  He gives in to the warm soft night
  to drift carefree beyond imagined eyes

  In dreams he finds a cure that for now will suffice

  Everyone loves ascending fourths

  Paintings of orthodox monks on the wall
  Watch Markus spill ink freely on his finest scores
  65 repetitions of ascending fourths

  As dawn breaks men arrive in droves, forcing the door
  His work unfinished, they do not accept and throw him to the floor
  He comes to in chains

  Brought in front of judges
  For testing good faith
  To try, to risk, to fail

  Unanimously condemned
  His masterpiece schmaltz
  Impure, no heart, no taste
  Markus ascends Forth, In the heart of the common man

Schlagenheim

June 21, 2019

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• 953Listen Read

  Please stop all of this
  Strange fantasy
  This is not who you are
  Not who you want to be
  Not who I want you to be
  You were once so kind
  Please remove these thoughts
  Remove them from your mind
  For they are a disgrace
  To yourself and your family
  If not I’ll have to make..

  So self righteous
  Do not lie
  What a contradiction
  An eye for an eye
  You are too lazy
  It is purely fantasy
  And it takes so quick
  Everyone joins in
  It is condemned, it is a sin.

• SpeedwayWatch Listen Read

  new city,old buildings
  build this ground
  on floodplain
  near needly water
  and dog shit park

  new city, old buildings
  council going
  missing tonight
  to live next to
  live next to the game
  new flats, new ground

  honey
  we won't build to this code
  honey
  we won't build it
  honey
  we won't build
  honey
  we won't we won't we won't

  x2 (rpt last line twice second time round)

  stock car racing
  speedway

  old greyhounds
  new old ground

  this new city
  this new town
  this new sound
  this new ground

  and old gripes
  cup ties
  turnstiles (relegation)
  don't sit right

  up here x4

• ReggaeListen Read

  It may be sweet
  It may be poor
  It may be back
  It may be fore
  It may be done
  It may be sick
  It may be sweet
  It may be

  It may be new
  It may be cross
  It may be sweat
  It may be woe
  It may be hard
  It may be hard

  It may be dark
  It may be mould
  It may be back
  It may be old
  It may be done
  It may be sick
  It may be soon
  It may be tongue

  But as long as I keep an hourglass, everything’s in line
  Maybe it’s in an hourglass, everything in line
  But if I could be as elegant as Soothe way he comes in through a room in a way I cannot do.
  He’s got a coat of nine tails and fresh leather shoes, straight from the cow I tell you! warm from the cow.
  But my shirt is so un-ironed it could be a mountain range
  My shoes: the rotting flesh of a mange
  My shirt is so un-ironed it could be a mountain range

  And I have no name to the skin folds near who show no face but I can hear as they gawk and the gurn and they scream and they laugh, I must make a new plan if I hope to ever-last

  And it may be
  It may be
  It may be
  It may be

  It may be done and it may be through and it may be woe and it may be non and itmay be sweet and it may be cold it may be done it may be done it may be may be may be maybe

  As long as I keep
  As long as I keep
  As long as I keep

  As long as I keep
  As long as I keep
  As long as I keep everything will fall into line

• Near DT,MIListen Read

  he sleeps alone
  drinks alone
  outside
  his home

  they're loving the water, they bathe/breathe in the water
  fight in the water, (they're) fixing the water
  what's in the water, here in the water
  and I see you hide

  I'm alive, I can see
  the water's foul and it's hard to breathe
  there's lead in the water there's lead in the water
  there's lead in the water and you think that I'm fine
  I'm stained by the water and only the water
  I'm drained by the water are you losing your mind
  dead in the water-dead in the water

• WesternListen Read

  We’d wake before daylight
  Practice up until noon
  He wanted perfection
  So always the same tune

  After all the pretty things you’d done for me, I left you in a ditch
  You were the bank but I was the star on the silver screen
  My cheeks made blind men see and they all rose for me
  But After all the pretty things you’d done for me, I left you in a ditch

  My voice grew hoarse reciting words you know so well though no one heard, they would so soon once my sound was known to the finest tastes that set global tone.
  -“I’ll helm the seas of a burgeoning scene as the new-come queen
  While you lick your wounds in a hole that’s black perpetually”

  A pink caterpillar with six anorexic children let me stay but I had to keep moving through anteater town after anteater town after anteater town after anteater town after anteater town after...I’d spent all your cash by the time I got to Schalgenheim
  And your name was gouged, it was no use. To think that you could play!
  But despite all the stupid plans you set for me, you’re still in that ditch

  I was led here after some talk of atmospheres
  I skipped the line, made it known that I was one to see
  The desk was pain, said I did not fit
  No time for ploys and games I made my way
  Through flocks of imbeciles I crawled for some entry point
  But the curtain drew. I was too late. in a white suit filled with hay, you were on stage

  Lights came dim and hands came one
  Though not for me
  He sat and began the sound
  It sang the chords of my memory, implying that tune

• Of SchlagenheimListen Read

  He’s at the centre
  She’s at the centre

  Monday morning, commotion throughout, Reverberations of a bells sound.
  A sweetheart calls, I venture forth, a voice so fair I had no thought.

  Preaching on the pro’s of naval aviation
  -“ha n’a n’a n an n’a n’a heeee n’a”
  I’m so enthralled by this grand affair so I choose to be one with the scum of this air

  Nought is true
  So unclean
  Smells so bad
  Looked so grand

  The thing left at one o’clock

  But no It is awful
  And sweat is running down
  No it is awful
  And the silesfunder he, -“hem I n’a n’a n’a neeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

  I dream of a woman with the teeth of a raven and the hands of a porcupine
  Yes a sweetheart with the teeth of a raven and the feet of a prawn and the legs of a....

  Scrap pofff puff poff bluah bla
  Skre poff pef a hé n’a ne ne ne n’a o

  Sweat is running down my face I wish it could be cold, so I could get a bottle full of it and sell it to the old. Their leather cannot handle heatand cracks repulsively, I’d sell to soothe my eyesight not because they have the need
  He says, “come here sweetheart, give me a kiss”, with the thoughts of a sister whom he so dearly missed.
  I understand the reason and feel to comply, “but please first you must understand the reason why is because that
  I dream of a woman with the teeth of a raven and the hands of a porcupine.
  And She’d be so sweet, she’d be so nice and she’d be all of mine.
  Yes a sweetheart with the teeth of a raven and the hands of a porcupine.
  She’d be so sweet yes she’d be so nice, teeth of a raven,hands of a porcupine.”

• BmbmbmListen Read

  She moves with a purpose.

  What a magnificent purpose.

  They find different ways to suck themselves off but she does not care at all, she moves with a purpose.

• Years agoListen Read

  years ago they tryda
  put me in a

  Years ago they tried to throw me in a payphone

  All I made was a penny and a black eye bababa (screaming)

  A pen and a black swan came and took my (screaming)

  (Race car)

  Years ago they tried to take me away they put me in a van I never saw my mother again I was left they tried to put me in a van I never saw my mother again

  Years ago they tried to cut me with a chainsaw

  All I had was pen and a crayon babababa baba (screaming)

  I drowned my own son in a cold river

  jammed my head in a generator bababa

  Do do wizdenia proszę

  dja dja dja dja dja Dziękuję

  Do do do wizdenia

  dja dja dja dja dja Dziękuję

• DucterWatch Listen Read

  From now on I will be like this all of the time
  Though I have said that so many times

  I was under his scrutiny, but he failed to break me
  He laid out his theories, every one that he got. He tried his best to stay strong, and resilient.
  He does not view things as they are
  He views them as they fit into his plan
  He looks prophetic as he theorises my demise, but he is pathetic and he is nothing more

  He could not break me

  He looks so distraught as all his efforts amount to nothing
  I sit back and watch his 69 mind in full effect
  Every quote just eats itself with a new perspective
  He recycles points with a different tone of voice
  From lack of any reaction he begins to become complacent, I have the upper hand now all I need to do is speak
  I say, “diagnose if you wish but please first take your hands off your dick”

  He could not

  He would not

  He could not break me