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 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
    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
    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

    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
    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

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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


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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 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

    Just one more try

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


    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


    Stood up, shot
    Between the eyes


  • 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

    The fate
    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



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

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

    x2 (rpt last line twice second time round)

    stock car racing

    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
    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