
Hellfire
July 15, 2022
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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 nonentitiesThe 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 breezeSun Sugar, in the red trunks
Sun Tzu, in the blueBoth ran to the centre of the ring
While the rhinestone suit continued to singSun 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 roundsSun Sugar came over shook my fucking hand
He turned away, I shot him in the back
Sun Tzu raised his armsCrowned champ while Sugar bled on
No doctor on the scene - the audience wonEventually 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 aloneThis 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
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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

Cavalcade
May 28, 2021
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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 foundThis 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 kingIn 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 crewJohn 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 gloryThat was the scene on Main Street when John L came to town
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Marlene DietrichListen Read
Under soft lights
With a taped back face
Our soft spoken queen
Takes her place on the stageAs the big curtains open
The last troops run in quick
For the one and only
Marlene DietrichShe whispers demurely
“from The Blue Angel”
The song we all know
The one that we’ve paid forFills 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 commentaryAnd 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 senseBut her hands loosen all
And her voice brings you youth
Her cheeks cradle the holy breath
That pumps the lungs of her Mackie MesserAnd 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 coldAir passing through a new hole on the white rocks of the pink mould
No strength left
To pull the cord
Of the morning bellA 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 borreeFingertips folding, deep in their tunnels black creatures make nests no needle can rupture
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SlowWatch Listen Read
Time winding down
SlowlyJust one more try
I'm almost on my way
Cracking, snapping, little footsteps
Beaks all breakSlowly
Searching
Still searchingSlowly it falls and slowly it dies
Slowly it crumbles right under my eyes
And it takes so longAnd I wonder
Just how long it took
To get thereI guess I'll wait
How much longer
Any dayHow much further
Must I wakeI guess I'll wait
Slowly falls, slowly dies
Slowly crumbles right under my eyesSlowly
Stood up, shot
Between the eyes
ConsolationSlowly
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Diamond StuffListen Read
And only when
The sun is ours
Didn't take long to find out I'm a husk
Made of diamond stuffI 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 leftSnatched with rage, his gift was thrown
Blindly into the depths below
Irretrievable under that stoneAlmost 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 encyclopediasThat face he will not see again, will always be with him will never leave, will mock
him in sleep, remind himIn every reflection, translucent and shimmering, those marbles appearing to make him
Weightless as ever, forever weak
Forever needing a distraction to speakElephant 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 cheeksHogwash and balderdash
Chickens from the pen
Surveying the beaches
Of SalafessienPicking 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
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Paintings of orthodox monks on the wall
Impotent Mark holds his pen to forehead
Waiting for proof of his unquestioned gift3 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 ideasA receding hum, akin to pink noise
Escapes his cerebral hand that toys,
Miserably clutching it never avails
Without resorting to kitschy entrailsTo 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 noblemenHe 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 eyesIn 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 fourthsAs 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 chainsBrought in front of judges
For testing good faith
To try, to risk, to failUnanimously 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 parknew city, old buildings
council going
missing tonight
to live next to
live next to the game
new flats, new groundhoney
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'tx2 (rpt last line twice second time round)
stock car racing
speedwayold greyhounds
new old groundthis new city
this new town
this new sound
this new groundand old gripes
cup ties
turnstiles (relegation)
don't sit rightup here x4
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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 beIt may be new
It may be cross
It may be sweat
It may be woe
It may be hard
It may be hardIt 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 tongueBut 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 rangeAnd 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 beIt 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 keepAs 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 homethey'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 hideI'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 tuneAfter 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 ditchMy 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 ditchI 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 stageLights 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 centreMonday 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 airNought is true
So unclean
Smells so bad
Looked so grandThe 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 oSweat 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 aYears 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
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DucterWatch Listen Read
From now on I will be like this all of the time
Though I have said that so many timesI 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 moreHe 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