Hold My Hand Later / Static Swing

Exploding international,
The scenes, the sounds,
And famously the feeling,
That you can be found,
While tearing off another page,
Of loose chains, outrage,
It's another perfect day,
Until the night shows.

Exploding international,
The winded hound,
The sky above was bleak with rings,
Of smoke,
And clouds,
And hanging on oblivion,
End of conscience
"Who's this?
Was there anything amiss?"
As far as you know,
As far as you know.

Was it all for swinging you around?

Exploding international,
The sun decides,
The moments you are viewing through a beam,
Of light,
Propelling through the golden age,
We crash land the first page,
Only from new worlds of stage,
Into the front rows,
Into the front rows.

And all for swinging you around,
All for swinging you around.

And off your feet,
Oh, clearing bounds,
Spinning 'round.

We're twisting incognito,
With no time, can't talk,
Can't tell if this is fantasy,
Or conscious shock,
Our remnants of a golden age,
The good news unclaimed,
Oh what would the molder say,
Beneath the light show,
Beneath the light show.

Oh, for swinging you around.
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The sound of God is the screech of tyres,
Lights and bags and bolts and wires,
Strength from your might,
Discs don't rewind,
Still to come.

The screech of tyres is the sound of God,
The electric version,
Power has blown
And spread through your sons,

Just as long as it,
Sounds like...

Streaming,
In love with the magnet song.

Strung together like pagan lights,
Twelve thousand seconds of history ignite,
Wait for a moment,
You went off the track,
Welcome back.

Our electric version calls,
You alone create the fall,
Spectrum of light,
So what could go wrong?

Just as long as it,
Sounds like..

Dreaming,
In love with the magnet song.

The car shall dent,
The crowd goes wild,
Make believe you are an only child,
Here are your clothes,
Please put them on,
Still to come.

Hip hooray,
The faith in sparks,
The electric version harks,
Back to the day when there was no wrong,

Just as long as it,
Sounds like...

Screaming,
Enough of the magnet,
Screaming,
Enough of the magnet,
Screaming,
Enough of the magnet song..

Sunday Letters

A long long time ago,
I can still remember,
How that musing used to make me smile,
And I knew if I had my chance,
That I would make those people glance,
And maybe they'll be happy for awhile,
But February made me shiver,
With every paper I deliver,
Bad news on the doorstep,
I couldn't take one more step.

I can't remember if I cried,
When I read about his widowed bride,
Something touched me deep inside,
The day,
The musing,
Died.

So why why, did the weather went dry,
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry,
Them good old boys,
Were being frisky,
And ripe,
Singing this will be the day that I die,
This will be the day that I die.

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
Ain't it vital
I tell you so.

Hun, do you believe in rock & roll,
Cause music, can't save your model soul,
And can you teach me how to drive,
Like a pro.

Babe, I know that you are getting slim,
Cause I saw you standing in the gym,
You kicked off them old shoes,
And you wore them strapped up and new,

I was a lonely teenage hockey puck,
Worked the small gas station and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck,
The day,
The musing died.

I started thinking.

Why why why, when the weather was dry,
Joined the Navy for my daddy,
But my daddy was high,
Them good old boys,
Stopped drinking whisky,
And rhymed,
And singing this will be the day that I die,
This will be the day that I die.

Now for ten years,
We've been on our own,
As moss rolls fat on a rolling stone,
But,
That's not how it turned out to be.

When the jester ran,
For the king and queen,
And the coat you borrowed from the keen,
And the choice that came,
On you and me.

And while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his party crown,
The courtroom was adjourned,
No verdict was returned.

And while felons read a book on Mars,
The puppet studied with the stars,
And we sang dirges in the dark,
The day,
The musing died.

We'd be singing,

Lie lie, Miss American High,
Chose your hubby from your mummy,
But your mummy ain't fine,
And good old boys,
Were watching TV and whined,
Thinking this will be the day that I try,
This will be the day that I try.

Helped her, dealt her,
In a summer sweater,
Birds flew off,
From a fallout shelter,
Aging tiles,
And brocade glass.

And land a foul out on the grass,
The players tried for a risky pass,
With the jester on the sidelines,
In a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume,
While speakers played a classic tune,
We all got into the trance,
But we never liked to dance,

Thus the lawyers try to take the field,
The marching man refuse to yield,
Do you recall what was revealed,
The day,
The musing died

We started swinging,

Bye bye, mist and nights full of sky,
Shove my baby to a lady,
But the lady was mine,
Them bad old boys,
Were faking grieving,
And pined,
This will be the day that I shine,
This will be the day, I shine.

And there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space,
With no time left,
'Cept for our face.

So come on, Back-Is-Nimble,
Track-Field-Quick,
Flare flash burned off the candlestick,
Ain't fire the devil's only friend.

Oh, and as I watch the marble stage,
My hands were clenched in fists of rage,
No angel here can tell,
Can make this sorta spell.

And as the plane climbs high,
Into the night,
To light the sacrificial right,
I saw Satan laughing with delight,
The day,
The musing died.

He was singing,

Why, why, why, are you people so blind,
All so savvy yet so daffy,
And the bevy was tight,
Them good old boys,
Would come home early
At ninine,
Singing,
Nigh are still the days that I cry,
This would be the day that I die.

I met a girl who painted hues,
And I asked her if I paid my dues,
She just smiled,
And flew away.

I locked up all my sacred doors,
Where the musing played again once more,
But the fan there sneered the notion
Wouldn't fade.

And in the streets,
The children streamed,
The dove could cry,
In a poet's dream,
But not a word was spoken,
The merged hell then, now broken.

And the free men turned into a ghost,
Of mother, nuns and morning toast,
They've all set out for the most,
The day,
The musing...

Died.

My Protheusly Proper Jane

Elope with me, Miss Private,
And we'll sail around the world,
I will be your Magellan,
And you my landlocked girl,
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms,
Can you take,
How many nights of limping around,
On pagan holidays,
Oh elope with me in private,
And we'll set something ablaze,
A trail for the devil to erase.

Some friends ceased on calling us,
They joust and net the play,
The hearts and rods might catch you,
Are you straight or are you gay,
The hungabouts at stadiums,
Whose got no place to stay,
We hung about the tender lawn,
And tenderly you tell,
About the saddest book you ever read,
It always makes you cry,
The statues cry,
Until a woolly May.

I love you,
I've a drowning grip,
On your adoring face,
I love you,
My responsibility has found a place,
Beside you were once a morning,
Superseded witty words,
Come wave upon me,
From your family,
I don't find absurd
"You'll take care of her,
I know it,
You would do a better job"
Maybe,
But not what you deserve.

Elope with me, Miss Private,
And we'll drink ourselves awake,
We'll rob the coffee houses,
And award certificates,
The Navy Seal,
To keep the feel,
Of 1960's stars.
We'll call men on the decor,
And we'll help the passing cars,
When the desk of work is over,
We'll continue the debate,
In that borrowed bedroom,
Virginal and spare.

They fetch her round at 3.18,
They fetch her everyday,
The hitcher puts religion first,
And rest on holidays,
He goes into his riddles,
And lies prostrate on the floor,
He knows the drink,
Affects his speed,
His praying for a door,
Way back into the life he wants,
Without confession on the bench,
Life outside the iron,
Is a drench.

I wish that you were here with me,
To pass the dull weekend,
I know he couldn't come to love,
My heroine pretend,
A lady stepping from a song,
We love until this day,
She settled on a photograph,
Like Toulouse and his dame,
The sun upon the riff in winter,
Will draw you out like a flower,
I'll meet you at the statue in an hour.

I'll meet you at the statue in an hour...

Tokyo Running/The Secret Word Is

I'd like to see you,
I had a funny dream
And you were wearing funny shoes,
You were going to a dance,
You were dressed for the funk,
But you were too young to remember.

I'm happy for you,
But now I know this hurt,
Is boysenberry,
Too much to be bland,
I'm sitting in my empty shed,
I'm in my empty shed
And the door desist it's pounding,
Pounding,
Pounding.

Rather run to Tokyo,
And drive a geezer for the radio,
Watch a Sunday gang in hybrid whims,
Is there something wrong with me,
Or the guru?

Scary notion,
I'm loving every moment,
I was high from playing shows,
The loss of skin,
Into half clothes,
My trouble raised it's wobbly head,
Watching a filter now,
Was I hung in bed,
Or just at it again.

Did Jesus told thee,
To go out in every corner,
Like it's the last turn in the world,
So I'll take away one child,
You're the little lost sheep,
You need your Bo Peep,
Cause you hate the shepherd here, that's right?

Waking up in misery,
I see the wilderness for you and me,
Punctuated by philosophy,
I'm wondering how things could've been.

I'd like to see you,
But really I should stay awake,
And let you settle down,
I got no claims to your crown,
I had the boxer view,
Doesn't mean I love you,
Oh you know I loved you,
But it's over now.

And I was there for you,
When you were lonely,
I was there when you were fat,
I was there when you were sad,
There was the time and need,
I'm thinking,
Do I have to grin to get you by my side.

I'd rather sleep in barrios,
And try to glisten all my videos,
And watch the prancing man,
In hyper voodoo,
There's something wrong with me,
Or the house loo?


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It was pretty bright,
Upon the death row bridge tonight,
I can see you into your window,
Although you're far away.

You were racing in a car,
Beside a boy you just don't know,
If he is a fool,
Like what you had in mind,
If he is a fool,
What you have in mind?

Changes on the cards,
But in time there will be hearts,
I would never deceive you,
We've never had the right.

You should never spare the poem,
You should never spare the tongue,
I wish I had two,
As I would follow,
I write the ending,
With sense and tomorrow.

I am a ceiling grand,
Just like you, a sitting man,
And I would wrap my arms around you,
Cause I know there will be fire.

We gotta fight to save our friends,
We didn't get wet,
We're still not dead,
Our aspiration,
All locked up in books,
Our innovations,
All hidden in looks.

Summer tasted off,
I am trying to get a feeling wrong,
To a city unfaithful,
I've been traveling abroad.

We gotta find our sea affair,
We couldn't get wet,
We didn't dare.

But the fantasy remains,
You better come back to earth again,
Our inspiration,
Guilty as crooks,
Our invocations,
Fortified rooks.

30 Years Young

It's funny how loving you is the greatest thing,
I get to be myself and I get to sing,
I get to be a bane and irresponsible,
I come home late,
And devour your soul,
I never forget you in my prayers,
I'm sorry I had a panic doing waltz.

You're my feature in the fall,
Apparition in the hall,
You're the one I'm walking to,
When I get into my jerks,
You are my covenant,
You don't even know it,
I am living up the life of a poet,
I am the gesture in the aching cold,
And you're the jumpy little frog on my doorway.

My eye sights fading,
And my hearing's dim,
I've been getting shot,
With the state I'm in,
I'm endangering myself,
I've been stuck in flights,
From the pansies and their guards,
On the Saturday nights.
But please don't be disapproving with my girl,
She gets all lightheaded when she's gold.

You're my seizure in a mall,
You're my visions by the wall,
You're the one I'm talking to,
When I laze around at work,
You're so blur,
That you don't even show it.
I am living in the life of a hermit,
A tired master in the times of old,
And you're my charming little servant in the torrid.

Hurried conversations with you at night,
Cause the little one cries, but that's alright,
I tell you in the kitchen,
About my day,
Soon the bed lies in the darkest of places,
With the ghost that was there before you were queen,
You've come to save my life, I mean

I don't dare to touch your hand,
I don't dare to think of you,
In a biological command,
I wouldn't know what size you grew,
You are the cover on my magazine,
You're my fascist trip, a living museum,
I'd pay to visit you on rainy Sundays,
And maybe tell you all about it someday.....

January River

6:52 in the lights of the dusk,
You were making those juices,
Making a fuss,
Of the angels in white robes,
And detoxed stethoscopes,
You echo the silence,
The neck of the violence.

The man or the woman,
In white black suit,
Wings so fine,
They take daughters,
And maybe your mind,

And the uncertainty,
Drove you far to the sea,
Buying blankets for no one,
That no one would buy,
Ask the man on the tall chair,
He knows what he's trying to do.

It's the river, it's spring and it's painful,
The beached and the sinned,
The righteous and doubtful,
The way that they summon the walls to the roads,
Oh the biggest road ever,
To pave off the coasts.

The suited females,
With long-beaked precisions,
And odd indecisions,
Easy as deafness,

The God with a two kilometre,
Circumspecting width,
His glaze is a gift,
He was black to begin with,
And now he's copper tin.

The city of God,
Forgot nothing to,
The art of a fight,
The art of a ten-buck two,
Impoverished feelings,
Impoverished dues,
You live life on the ceiling,
The floor's too festooned,
With money and goons.

And you walk on the bridge,
Of troubled rapids,
You walk on the sides,
To make sure you've had it.

And no you're just nine,
You've had your ins and out,
But your out all the time,
Is mother really waiting,
It's ten o'clock nine now,
Does anyone gives a damn?

The portent of humidity,
The loss of a sanctified community,
The linings in clothes of the grievance,
You wear it with pride, and you stroke it all night,
To the minute of forgetting sons,
Yeah the suited man took him with lack of guns.

And these January rivers,
With weary inked eyes,
They'd sell your their fruits,
And they'd sell you their wives,
Like a pagan in Vatican,
A road in Mongolia,
You should've asked em,
Instead I would see ya,
In rags or a bag of incense.

Underwater surprises,
Surprising demands,
They said man we're just trying to clean,
But without the mop you're a fiend,
Everyone's money,
And money is none,
So the math of it's scary,
And not the least fun,
In the stuttering view of a nun,
Under the crime of not owning a gun.

Your daughter is home,
At last,
A fever or spots,
And torturing gasps,
She's just whiter than ever before,
The pram took her ego and more,
Chained to machines,
Clinically deceased and clean.

Sleepless nights,
Sleepless vigil,
Stream of lights,
Stream of a kill,
Walk the streets,
Money in mind,
Again I think that would be find,
But we're driving off the main road again,
Too much lighting, too few of a trance.

How can such a river so still,
Hide a home of a murderer's chill.

Iron Gondola

Sit on your floor baby,
Cut it nice now,
Don't leave it out,
For the wolves to hide now.

Shave off all of the debris,
Leave the part that's got sheen,
Pink plastic Jesus,
Dashboard pristine.

Types of adhesive,
Myriad of sedatives,
Sleep in the eye of,
Flying like a black dove.

Call me up,
Call me out,
Fluorescent teenagers,
Murdered baby cubs.

Shoot him with my left hand,
Grab him with my right,
Santa doesn't come early,
His gifts were stolen nights.

Time refuse to comply,
Time don't give a shit,
It was perfect, it was punk,
But now it's just awful.

Pig for a pig's blood,
Blood for a pig,
Hold it to the reckless radio,
Static pouring shtick.

Valley of the Chevvy,
Road full of aedes,
Cross my mind,
Crossing arms,
The way you took him by the guns.

Mama said your eyes are cold,
Your eyes are blue, they're getting old,
Soon will turn to scarlet red,
Like the sun that never sets.

Profusely bleeding,
Profusely loved,
Profusely needing,
Profusely shoved.

Girders weak under the bad man's sneakers,
Pouring rain on all the weepers,
Kings and Queens with yellow crepe papers,
Chaperones and limelight teachers.

Leave before the lightbulb flickers,
A glimpse of faith,
A glimpse of snicker,
You don't wanna see what you've barely done.

I wanna see beyond the seer,
The pulchritude,
I ignored so dear.
You said it like a Democrat,
And checked me like a Siamese Cat.

A battery that never works,
A scenery that never stirs,
A working class of battered eels,
A slur of times you've seen the reeds.

Banana, apple,
Maybe lilies,
The fruit of nets,
The fruition needies.

A monoxidal beauty,
A gasoline affinity,
I saw your platforms fell apart,
Inside the bus, inside my heart.

The modern way, the modern scales,
The modern tabs, the modern ail,
Cursing the man that works the rails,
Don't be too happy, don't be too stale.

To cry and tell a lovely joke,
A watery knife, on blithering stoves,
The mother whets the sword of sin,
The daughter weeps the hole within.

A cocaine stare,
And marijuana hair,
The mirrorman,
The fountain wares.

You wanna know how much I love,
The way you burn the petrol cove,
Like cyanide but coloured you,
A face, a smile,
A hug or two.

Your high brow,
Anti-tobacco,
Marxist ways,
The way try to stop the haze.

A lost child in unpleasant sickening yellow.
Sickening, blistering yellow,
The banker asked her,
Where's your mum,
She left me for,
A shilling and a dollar.

In,
Out,
Work,
In,
Out,
Home,
In,
Out,
Death,
In,
Out,
Up,
Down,

Or up?

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Fading off the carpets,
And dirty little monsters,
Under your beds,
Are now on it,

And now she's saying

The TV is a cuckold,
Your husband is a trucker,
It gets more entertaining,
The way she died.

Pink plastic Jesus,
Dirty on the dashboard,
Panoply adhesives,
And make-up drawers.

Frugal as fluorescent,
Dubious adolescence,
Dancing like a drunk bee,
All the way to Borstal.

We all say,
The ones we sate and love,
We all say,
That we'll never have enough,
The modern way is the only way to buff,
Oh, the 20th century move,
Is nothing special.

Sunday was a church day,
The day they burn the churches,
Setting souls on ire,
The slave of all desires.

But then mother was an atheist,
And now she's just a feminist,
The way she changed the lightbulb,
And never got down.

And he said,

The arson doesn't know who,
Or what he's trying to kill,
He's burning copper nickels,
An archetype marks.

We all change,
The ones we sate and love,
We all change,
All the things we've had enough,
The new waves just a ripple in the dust,
Oh, the 21st century moon,
Is nothing legal.

The butterflies are smog-stained,
The caterpillars last brain,
Climbing Eiffel towers,
To get to Spain.

The desert is a moron,
Marijuana ism,
The day when I was nothing,
We smoked a win.

Castle alabaster,
Imagination pageant,
When will they land here,
Guess it's not tonight.

Childhood in the pits,
Growing up a fit,
Charcoal on my fa-ace,
Sparkled fiends.

Titanium or clay,
There's nothing much to say,
They all apply the same thing,
For building walls.

We all pay,
The ones that sate and love,
We all pay,
A shilling for a dove,

Mother,
Don't say a word,
Just an endless drone of fears,
Artless marks indent by tears.

He told me that,
Heaven sakes,
Was just a lover's way to go,
And you know I didn't have that with you.

You taught me God,
You taught me how to cook,
But then a single word,
Also taught me how to look.

Billy's waiting down the valley of cars,
Isn't it peculiar,
That under the stars,
We're the only ones here.

Where have all the people go?
Has Satan made a covenant,
Cause I feel nothing.

Marijuana mischief,
In the pockets of a man,
And the leavings of his band,
You thought mean it,
But you didn't understand.

Yeah punk was great,
Punk was a liberal,
And then you came,
And made it considerable.

Now I feeling of a smoke machine,
The same way you taught me the way to run a fifteen,
I thought it was clean,
You know what I mean.

Black dress baby,
Black all the way, baby,
Cut my eyes and make it a writ,
From these balls of cottontails,
And you saved me,
Well I stay ail,
You got my tongue,
In a radio static rung.

Controlled makers of the gun.

Cycling down the trees of Alaska,
Maybe someday it will get better,
Weather I don't see whether,
Any angry manner,
Might get us helter-skelter.

And you partied to the times of fortissimo,
The patrol boy gave you a ticket,
You said,
Darling, let it go.

You don't remember,
The names will still,
Be written in black and blue,
And maybe concrete.

But then the lighting suspiciously,
Turn to a hue of the same one before,
When something came out,
Something you love and adore.

Fluorescent mister,
That's what it is,
The cocaine eyes,
The monotone mist.

From the beams of a girder,
Too greasy for a murder,
Rains a blood of bovines,
On the rulers of the parquet floor.

The man in the gondola shakes his tiller,
The moon is gone,
They're only fillers.

The glow in her cummerbund,
Under her dad's dinner jacket,
Throws off a friend,
And it caused us a racket

I'm the janitor,
It makes you wanna come to this place,
Of a wonderful real estate,
Cause I'm the realtor,
And every single shingle is one plus another,
It's like you're the mother,

Of all the six kinds of glue,
I don't know you,
I don't really know how to,
So if you go for awhile,
I would see a trail of a pouring static.

A master of efforts,
Or lacking too much of it,
The stand up indecisive moment,
Where you don't give a shit,
About the Eiffel Tower,
And the pink plastic Jesus,
On your dashboard,
The tape won't work it tonight.

A tornado at hit,
In the eye of a fit,
You get your guns rewired,
And the stark rehired,
To the point of wonderful blandness,
And you go pass all your shucks.

Fluorescent Bamboo

Take me to Hollywood,
Take me to anywhere,
Counter the silent type,
I'll make it to anywhere,
And you were my stereotype,
Throbbed in dispute,
And you were my secret light,
When I'm stuck in room,
41,
1,2,4, Your the sand I deplore,
It's okay to like,
Marmalade nights,
Chipping off,
The new iron maiden,
Cigarettes and booze.

Take me to real estates,
Fountains and all,
Sunshining up your ass,
And every intone,
Nation, it's like there an 80's son of a gun,
Cut me a road,
I'll sing a sonnet,
For the sad,
Seventeen lines,
Seventeen ways to die,
To learn how to cry.

Take me to shipperies,
Take me to sail,
One hell of a whale,
Has got me into his gale,
Cause you are my girl,
And exit this world,
Through doors I can't taste,
You won't be assumed,
By all that is gloom,
But they'll think of you anyway.

Take me back to the subway,
Dances of broken Jesus,
Chains on the right,
Smiles to the left,
And maybe you see it too,
Can't relate,
The stories I have relate,
But I can't be writ-,
Ing everything I've loved,
From someone above.

Take me to see the circus,
Wherever that maybe,
Take me to contortionist,
And horses that waltz,
Mouses that talk,
Roses that stalk,
Your every living day,
You call me by name,
You took me by same,
And yet a fog.

Take me today,
Leave me tomorrow,
And we'll make our ways,
To New York City,
Or maybe Dubai,
In the sees of kaleidoscopic eyes,
You could see me lie.

Take me to Hollywood,
Bloods in the rain,
I counted your pain,
I defaced the paint,
And make it my own,
You can't really blame,
The one that got tamed,
They really is wild,
But I can't define,
Between the dames.

I climb another tree,
I steal another bee,
Hive,
And chase another another cay,
Ultimatum Sue,
You are what you do,
And not what you say.

Caught me in distant radon,
And give me back seeded Gaston,
The ships don't complain,
So why would the trains?
Be the same,
I'll see you tonight,
Tonight,

Today.

And The Owl Said

Down secret light,
Song for tonight,
You,
Stayed home, take off,
Everything.

Eye on the prize,
Blinded,
By the blindfolded,
We can.

Blue sixteen walls,
Counting, your sight,
It all comes back,
To time,
Then you find it obvious.

The tyranny starts now,
In my tide,
In your mind,
Locked in chains.

Eyes,
As big as toad's,
Casing moats,
And never walk again.

His size is icily totalizing,
Keep me nice,
I don't want,
Consequences for what I do with my eyes,
Forever.

I should take the train back closer,
Somewhere nw.

Before I say,
Caught my name,
When all thing's grey,
You find it odd,
It's adventure,
In the Sod''s

It's your life,
Hide me behind records of laziness
From vinyls and digitals to ignorance,
You cross it to the radio,
Send me another heart song,
Send me and it won't be long,
Til I die in my disgrace.

Polly's got a new cracker,
She leave it on the floor,
They'll never know what a kiss really is,
But then again so would I,
So she took the fire,
And made an isolation.

Certain deafness,
In my turnstile,
Cause no one goes through here,
No one pays even if they do,
I'm so tied in tights,
Too much of light.

We speak without language,
Without words,
No english,
Or nothing,
It's you I call,
When I think of things I'll never know about.

This is getting far,
Too far.

You said that mind-reading is occult,
And Ida shakes her booty to the fog,
You claim for a stalker,
But no one's like you or likes you anymore.

Just because she's got eyes on me,
Doesn't mean she likes it more,
She could just want my bones you see,
But I'd love nothing more.

You crave for silence,
In the dead of the night,
Memories in tune to the dancing bonfires,
In the lounge,
Burning lingeries.

Cause baby I'd find a solution,
If I had another contribution but no one's too stiff,
To care,
No one's like you,
Or where,
You should have been,
On the stairs,
Over the kitchen.

Stripping off nude,
When 2+2 is 5,
I could not assume,
What to do with my life,
Or lies,
Or whatever you despise,
I get to a star,
I got you so suddenly.

Too many house of cards,
Don't just give papercuts,
It's mind-blowing stability.

And maybe I saw you in time for the ride,
But I left you into the sands,
And let the corpses hold your hand.

I don't mind,
Where you fake,
Cause pop is dead,
And mum has lost all her wits.

She called me a Satan,
I called her a lie,
So I guess we were meant to try.

I just hope I don't realize.
At the wrong moments, seconds, or lines.

Birds and bees,
In slow motion,
Rewind.

Manufactured To Her Smile (Draft roflmao)

Oh there once was a lady in Spain,
Who could spend her whole life in the grains,
Well it's not of the fact that she lacks in the brains,
But I think it's a logical bane.

She wait out for her children to come,
Back from school, yeah they usually run,
As she stares through the haze,
Of unwelcoming faces,
She thought to herself,
It's getting too late.

And there once was a man in a car,
He thought none of who or whatever they are,
He continued his ride,
And never abide,
To the sound of the siren,
The sight of the stars.

And she rushed out into the breeze,
She saw death and he was on his knees,
He said "please oh don't kill me"
"Cause I'll let you down"
Like an orphan, yeah that was his frown.

He came out as a radio star,
He went back as a deliberate czar,
Forgotten his keys,
And he ran to the trees,
Cause rascals, yeah that's who they are.

I don't see the smile,
It was there for awhile,
I can't call it a grin,
Cause it seemed like a sin,
She was naught what I thought as senile.

And her children was locked in a cage,
If she knew she would throw fits of rage,
There were guns in the air,
And she still wouldn't care,
A matinee, yeah that was her stage.

He called his mother or two,
Thought he'd say his very last 'I love you',
But his cellphone was dead,
And then next was his head,
Oh of course they'd say 'I love you too'.

She climbed up the walls of the gang,
Reddish hair like an orang-utang's,
The char on her face,
Couldn't hide her disgrace,
Of the bearded and yellow-stained fangs.

God these kids are a mess,
I told you we should've gotten a rest,
Now our lunch break is gone,
And our dignity won't be long,
At least get something cladded with breast.

When she saw them they weren't to her taste,
No rough speeches or scarves on their face,
It wasn't TV,
But thank god it was free,
Cause she left it without a trace.

Hey that lady is trespassing grounds,
Let's catch her and cut off her gowns,
If she's married or Jew,
Well I won't give a poo,
Let's just hope she has no kids in town.

God where the hell are my kids,
Let's not hope they're not in a pit,
Cause I gave them their lunch,
Oh it's just a big hunch,
But their sandwich would taste like shit.

The joke of this story is over,
So let's skip to the part where they kill her,
She got down on her front,
And then all of it is done,
Except the Russians didn't slice that mother.

She told them she was forty,
And her husband was around fifty-three,
She told them she had children,
They're Jonas and Magdalen,
The youngest one, yeah that boy was me.

Wait isn't she suppose to be Spanish?
Ever heard of interbreeding you Amish?
Well I hope you're prepared,
Or aren't you scared?
If the Taliban blows up your radish?

Well now I'm in university,
And then everything was history,
My mother was glad,
That she got back her bed,
That they took cause they were too lazy?

The worst shit that I've ever done,
Is write stuff like this and not even shun,
Well I'm bored as you see,
Of Vinci and mee,
Like the Russians who ended up as nuns.

-ZiM NOT J. Incinera

Of Layla And Majnoun

Faithful to the signs,
The sunset in my mind,
The barren is my romance,
This battle is my dance.

Oh don't you cross the sea,
As many would've drown,
You seem to be in me,
Yet not within this town.

Holding out my mist at hand,
Embracing scarves,
Embracing hands,
How many years has it been,
How many nights have I thinned,
To nothing.

I look for you in the many skies,
The red of the clouds, mahogany thighs,
You cross my mind.
Every single lonely time.

I pray to the Fair,
It's gotten in my hair,
As it's been decided,
That my fate is divided,
From you.

The war might have ended,
But the temporal world continues to hide it,
The shade in the park,
Or the thistle in stark brown sand.

I want you to hold me,
I want you told hold my wizened hand,
It gets kinda melancholic,
But whatever makes you understand,
That I'm through.

To tie the bactrian,
And leave it to see me through,
The sandstorm is nothing,
Compared the sound of your muse.

Cry will you not,
I'm buried waiting for you.

Try will you please,
In your arms I'd love to decease.

The wraith in the shrines,
The fall of the marble-made divine,
A warrior-poet,
Or a man out of line?

---

What do you do when you can't hold me,
And nobody's waiting by your side,
Leave your money,
You're hiding for much too long,
Living in your foolish pride.

I tried to give you consolation,
The only girl who's let you down,
Like a fool,
I fell in love with you,
You turn my whole world upside down.

Take this messed up situation,
Before I finally go insane,
Please don't say,
That I'll never find a way,
Or tell me all my love's in vain.

You got me on my knees,
Begging now and plead,
Lover, won't you ease my worried mine...

---
Don't take back the city for yourself tonight,
And I won't take the city for me,
Don't take the city for yourself tonight.

God knows you've put your life into a field of mines,
And all the cradles has been crushed,
It's time to stop being the mice.

Forty years later and it's killing me,
Your broken daggers and words,
Ten thousand bricks where a home should be.

No need to put you in a trial now,
Don't need convincing at all,
I love the race enough to have no doubt.

It's a mess,
It's a start,
It's a soul's work of art,
It's the city that falls,
Not your heart,
Just the walls,

It's a light,
That will fight,
All the white and their might,
You can dream,
All you want,
Coz the song's never done.

Let's take the city tonight,
And make a fool of their ways,
Although it's love it's not right,
We know the smog is too bright.

Don't tell me that you've had enough,
Coz I won't stop talking now,
One perfect guidance,
One eternal fist.

They're fading like the stars they wish to be.

Messianette (We Raise The Dead But They Won't Stand Up)

Empty streets,
Concrete feat,
Market star,
Cigarette tar,
You're all I wanna be,
But you're what I cannot see,
So why can't I be here?

Motorcars,
Anti-folk,
The moon is stoned,
When the sun ain't shining,
Coz write and see,
The cursed plea,
Of a raggedy angel.

Climbing apartments,
Cause trees are gone,
Chasing paper planes,
Cause fireflies alone,
Don't have the same,
Thing.

Hitch a ride,
Back to San Francisco,
If you don't see the light,
Then you won't see the night,
It's a lose-lose situation.

Cause maybe I,
Don't reply,
To automated conversations.

She hold our hands,
With her rotating wheel,
Of self-repent,
And maybe I descend,
This dark lay down on me,
Lay it down on me,
Lay it down

Stopped vehicles,
Traffic light girl,
Who cares about a donkey,
Of every new devotion,
Comes an entirely new pollution.

Old and desolate,
Cold and infinite,
You tear this seams of fate,
And made it your way.

I am the blue,
In your mascara,
Seeing skies,
From different eras,
I won't believe,
That you'd deceive,
Such a satisfactory fall.

A prayer with your name on it,
Messenger of the animals,
I'd give you a thousand chances,
But the cards are all folded.

Empty road,
Twisted mind of bane,
She could've start a storm,
But then she kept me warm,
Inside an illusional arm.

She could've screamed,
But she didn't make,
A sound or a whimper.

Don't kid me,
Cause everyone has a God,
It's either your heart or not,
So I can't tell,
The difference between the grey and the brown.

Maybe I'd sound,
Chained bound,
To books,
Iconoclastic looks.

We can't burn paper,
So we throw them in,
The ocean of your eyes.

An army of two,
Against,
The aging zoo,
The lambs forever in fear,
Of the wolves,
And isolated deers.

There is no herd,
Only a lonely shepherd,
Holding up a neon torch.

I guess someday,
We'd make it our way,
But now it's interstate.

The keyboard is stuck,
To a key of an F,
And I won't try to fix it.

A strum of her harp,
And a stab from my sword,
Goes way beyond under.

The song that never finishes,
It goes on for days and days and days,
Possibly a thousand years,
Of hope again.

So don't you close my door,
Please don't close my door,
Am I too late for summer.

Never Miss A Beat

What did you learn today?
I learned nothing,
What did you do today?
I did nothing,
What did you learn at school?
I didn't go,
Why didn't you go to school?
I don't know.

It's cool,
To know nothing.

Televisions on the blink,
There's nothing on it,
I really wanna become,
Like what's on it,
What do you want for tea,
I want crisps,
Why didn't you join the team,
I just didn't.

It's cool,
To know nothing.

Take a look at the kids on the street,
Oh they never miss a beat.

Here comes the referee,
While I'm splashing,
Climbed up over the gate,
Now that's living,
Why didn't you run away,
Are you kidding,
What is the golden rule,
You say nothing.

It's cool,
To know nothing.

And the kids on the street,
Hell they never miss a beat,
My kids on the street,
And he never missed a beat.

I Love You, Constantine

Years from now,
They will make water,
From the reservoir,
Off our idiot daughters,

Soon enough,
The working load,
Will make a man out of you,
Through and through.

Your gentleman father,
Will pray for a doctor,
As he walk,
The road to your room.

Say we all maybe winning,
But it's all in our hearts,
That somebody's gotta lose.

Soon enough,
The working man,
Will make a load out of you,
True, it's true.
Through and through.

Years from now,
They wouldn't even want her,
From the reservoir,
Of our idiotic temper.

Soon enough.
The work in love,
Will make amends out of you,
Soon enough,
Working love,
Will make a stand off of you,
Through and through.

Soon enough.

---

There's a shooting star,
Can you tell me how I'm,
Suppose,
To screw this up?

And might tremolo,
Lies to shine,
For yours and mine.

All my emptiness,
Is confined,
Electric mine.

Use all your last control,
Light it when fire's cold,
Followed me in too deep,
To make your life complete.

There's a puking girl,
There's a puking girl,
Trying to define herself,
So spontaneously,
Compute into the word..

Idiot,
You could have become you,
There's a friend,
Trying to dive in too deep too,

As like I said before,
Might come back at your core,
Whining there on the floor,
Wait til you lock the door,
What did you say you'd find?
Bury it all behind.

Transmission deciphered as valid.

Should I say goodnight,
To you, alien,
Taint my fearful sin,
Or do I run by.

Tell me honestly,
Am I adorable?
Fight us in the end,
In what.

In the beautiful balloon,
She's got hands,
But she cannot reach for you,
Wish I was gay,
In my heart I count to five,
All that she gave,

Give her stardom,
Oh sure I can let go.

---

It's just a bad movie,
Where there's no crying,
And then the keys to me,
It sits there lying.

When the love that you left in the suites,
Says there's no compliance,
When the breath that breathed in the streets,
Scream there's no science.

When you look how you looked there to me,
Then I'll seize lying,
I'm falling through silence.

It's just a life story,
So there's no climax,
No more new territory,
So put away your iMax.

When the swords that you sliced through the thieves,
There is no china,
And the dark that you've passed, gritted teeth,
Where there's no pity.

No fading to the view of a kid in the big city,
And no scenes to a costly parade that's for him only.

No desire to slip off your braid for the new lady,
When she looks like just like rain in the bickering pain,
Like some great movie.

I ain't watching it.

It's just a house burning,
But it's not haunted,
It was your heart hurting,
But not for too long, kid.

In the socket you scream for the script,
There is no sticking,
From the speakers you fake masterpiece,
Come serenely dribbling.

When the age and the stage that's the heat,
Of the flame licking,
Breed the clocks for the peace and the beast,
All with cold clicking.

Like a rope at the end of a sweepstakes,
Whilst stitching,
I'm so bad movie.

--

Show me how you do that trick,
The one that makes me scream she said,
The one that makes me laugh she said,
Throw her arms around my head,
Show me how to do it,
And I promise you, I promise you,
I'll run away with you.

Spinning off that dizzy edge,
Kissed her grace and bristled hair,
Dream of all the different ways,
I had to make her move,
Why are you so far away,
She said,
Why won't you wanna know,
That I'm in love you.
Yeah I'm in love with you.

You,
Lost and lonely,
You,
Soft and only,
Dancing through the deepest oceans,
Prancing in the water, yeah,
Just like a dream.

Daylight pulls us out the shade,
Must've been asleep for days,
Oh with her lips I may breathe again,
I opened up my eyes,
Found myself alone,
Alone,
Alone,
Above the raging sea,
Story of the girl I love,
Drowned in deep inside of me.

You,
Lust and rosy,
You,
Torn at the seams,
You,
Just like heaven.

Whatever Sticks

If you want to make your body cry,
Then the least that you could do is try,
If all the stars in skies were to die,
At least I'd know you're there to buy.

Nanananana..

If all the cigarettes on the lavatory,
Weren't the ones we smoked and bought for free,
Then who the hell was there that day,
The one who told me that she'd go the long way.

Do you know who's listening?
Do you know what's listening now?

A stain on the face,
A blade on me,
He's just so cute,
A charmless bee.

So if you called me on the shade of May,
Then maybe polaroids would be okay.

There's no binary,
There's only one,
Cause if it's white,
Then it's just everyone.

The solar system is anatomy,
Sometimes difficult to make believe.

Because you're always by the belt of might,
In hope that nothing will give you fright,
Like every old men who would tear his lawn,
Then you would do it with a mangy pawn.

Meet me at effortlessness elevator,
Where cranes are all asunder,
Plucking off skins to make a shade of cyan,
So tell me sir would you be my lion?

Livery, livery, livery.

Boom.

Hiroshima!

Well I know,
I ain't spoken of love,
In a coon's age,
But I can't help it now,
Just helping myself to whatever I can.

Choose the softest kinda dove,
To chase around,
To place bound and stout,
In poses of elegance and loneliness,
Of cleanliness.

Silence all the clocks tonight,
Shows on with things to steal,
Here the sound,
I've got the vow,
To send you back home,
With pieces of your head.

Well I pace myself in marching,
Coz I'll tangle up my legs,
If I don't,
Step down,
And look at my woman,
Remember that everything is now,
Complete or completing.

Tada.

Science of all the shocks tonight,
No time but drinks to spill,
Here my mouth,
I've got the sound,
To send you back with a piece of my head.

Hiding all the folks tonight,
Show time with wins to thrill,
Here my wow,
I've got the town,
To fix you up with a piece of mind.

Oh God.


I wanna ask you do you,
Ever sit and wonder it's so strange,
That we could be in weather for so long,
And never know,
Never cared,
What goes on in the other one's head.

Things I've dealt but I'll never say,
You said things that I'll never may,
So, I'll say something that I couldn't say long ago.

You could've just,
Put me up on the table like a mannequin,
Cut out, cardboard standout and paint me,
Paint me anything,
With a face that you wanted me to,
Be seen with.

We're damned by,
The existential moment where,
We saw the couple in the coma and,
We weren't the cliches,
But we sang the songs anyway.

So sure I can close my eyes,
Yeah sure trace and memorize,
But can you go back once you know?

If I'm the person that you think I am,
Clueless chum you said you think I am,
So will you let astray,
A neighbour's dog,
Who occasionally escapes,
And needs a shorter leash,
Then,
Why the fuck would you want me back?

It's not gonna come out like I wanna say it,
Cause I know you'll only change it.

You don't know me at all.


What?.

Carved

Poison darts,
As it dips into water,
Omaha,
Is a wish of a rock,
Who longs to bleach the red sun.

Girl it's hard,
When it's all in the gutter,
Then it starts,
To become all the matter.

And I throw it back into the ocean,
But it don't go far,
It comes back floating,
And it's all washed up with the dolphins,
But it ain't dead yet,
It's just lifeless.

Traveling bards,
Is a gift from the meadow,
Blackened marts,
And the face of an ego.

Losing guard,
Of the winds of El Nino,
Losing heart,
For the sake of your mice in the shadow.

And I make this home a new foundation,
But it don't go hard,
It just ain't shaking,
When the paint won't dry,
I carve my name in.
But it don't play cards for the soiled and the asking.

Oh my heart,
Is a fish outta water,
Oh my heart,
Is a rock in the gutter,
Oh my heart,
Is a blackened rainbow,
Oh my heart is,
A house in El Nino,
Oh my heart,
Is a raging tornado.

My heart is so damn, so damn cold

And I throw my heart into the fire,
Cause I want to set my heart on fire,
And I won't be trying to befriend the embers,
But the ice don't mind in mid-December.

Oh my heart,
Is a fish out of water,
As it bakes in the red sun.

Bonnie At The Sea

Come sail,
I'm lost in,
The eye of,
Your ignorance.

Teeth in gates,
Of heaven drapes,
Your line,
Is drawn to me.

Forming beaches at the centre,
Of your shies,
And olden lies,
On water scales.


Say all your fire out of time,
Please continue,
On.

Oh she keeps a lonely face in the sheets.

I sighed, a heifer,
Teeming,
With used consolation.

And time will bring us back,
If time could find the tracks,
Cause I'm limping,
And you're sinking.

Tides are fading to foam,
I'm suddenly all disowned and conceited.

Clouds are shining,
The sun is blackening out,
Lay on the grass of Peruvian crass,
And it feel it coming through your trance,
Essential find.

Father won't you leave,
I cannot hide,
Cause there's enough in my storage.

I know our brother seems to be so,
Out of touch,
But then,
So was my lyre.

Seamen shouts your every contemporary flight,
So please be here tonight.

And I wonder,
Why the stars should ever dance,
And should it ever go,
Away.

Until the sun turns,
I should know who you are,
Or who I was,
Last night.

Last night for sympathy.

Baby's breath on marble memorial,
Sing a lovely dirge,
Cause I'm not urged,
To feed all of this,
Dying babies,
And fleeting youth.

Is mine and yours only.

The Golden Clashes of Cadence

Tide sails, and rigorously fold,
But we didn't want it on the iron boat,
Mike says, we follow off the band,
But people love the desperate man.

Oh someone's been really smart,
Uh-oh, they gained control,
And cauterized your heart.

No school, but still we couldn't get in,
And opened up a batch of,
"Yeah you better, you better"
The hotel, who couldn't pay up our loft,
Some for the body,
Gotta make sure.

I knew there's something wrong,
Conceited soul, viva nada this song.

You're my guitar hero.

They said, you give the answers for free,
But the solar reasons bought his car,
Bite me, and make us lots of money,
Fling it far,
And throw it low.

What I'll never understand,
Cause we'll grow old,
Now he's in the other hand.

I don't trust you,
Why did you trust me,
Huh?

All of my news,
Clipped by,
I'm filthy, guilty,
And running out of lies.

This is his atomic,
Speaking,
Be your lady,
Disowned.

No punk rockers,
Told to,
Preach your may day,
And roll,

Total,
Favourite console,
See your later.

We got the books, we got the fire and the riot.

See your own game controlled,
I gotta get home.

--

I know a girl with a golden touch,
She's got enough, she's got too much,
But I know you wouldn't mind,
You can have it all,
If you want it,
You can have it all,
If it matters so much.

But then all they know,
Is how to put you down,
When you're there,
They're your friends,
But then when you're not around,
They say,
Oh,
She's changed,
But you know what they mean,
What they mean,
Because they never do the things,
They wish that they could do so well.

I've got a boy and he's never alone,
Leave a thousand messages on the phone,
But you know you'll never get through,
You can have it all,
If you want it,
But I would give it up if I was you.

Because all the known,
They tend to drag you around,
They say "old sea's change",
Well you know what that means,
Well it means they're all zealous,
Because they tend to ruin the things,
They wish that they could do so well.

I saw my girl with the golden touch,
The problem was she touched too much,
And never listen to the words of fools,
Well well,
Hey you.

You won't get it that way,
But don't ask for too much,
We're gonna need our golden touch.

---

Empty tins,
Filling out the things,
That make you fine,
About your hair,
You needn't care,
You look beautiful all the time.

Your magazines,
With people at the scenes,
That you still read,
I must admit,
I don't believe in it,
But I see how you get sucked in.

Because you're not them,
Why do you bite the hand that feeds you?
Why do you?
Why do you bite the hand that feeds?

Roflmao.

Shine, Shine, shine on,
Oh won't you just shine on?

Safety pins,
Holding up the things,
That make you mine,
About yourself,
You needn't whine,
You look deviant all of the time.

Here Comes A Regular (Tim)

Well a person can work up,
A mean mean thirst,
After a hard day of nothing much at all.

Summer's passed,
And it's too late,
To cut the grass.

There ain't much to make anyway,
In the fall.

And then sometimes I'm just ain't in the mood,
To take my placing back for hard miles,
You're the picture on the fridge,
When it's not the food,

Used to live at home,
And now I stay in a house.

Everyone wants to be special here,
They call your name out loud and clear.

"Here comes a regular",
They call out your name,
"Here comes a regular",
Am I the only one,
Here today?

Another stake bound,
To another town,
And once the police,
And cages go away.

And even if you're in the arms,
Of someone's baby now,
I took a great whiskey to you,
Anyway.

And everyone wants to be someone's here,
Someone's gonna show up,
Never fear.

Here comes the regular,
No one's to blame,
Now the wearing walls a regular,
Am I the only one,
Who feels the shame?

When it's white light,
On a Saturday night,
It's opportunity knocked once,
On the door slammed shut.

All I know is that I'm sick of everything,
That my money can buy,
Fools wasted his life,
God rest his guts.

If it's right when the flag goes up,
And the wind begins to blow,
Turn your back,
And I'll pay you back,
Last call.

First class leaves the glass,
And then comes the snow,
But there ain't much to take anyway,
In the fall.

-Charlie Snow

Sore

Surest of times,
Had your thoughts on my mind,
The faster they come,
The less I remember of you.

Brightest of days,
And you were three states away,
Screen through the sun,
She'll leave with the sparrows at dawn.

Coldest of nights,
I lay shaken in fright,
Speak through my teeth,
Roll down the cheer in my spear.

If I ever let you out of bed,
Without a cause,
And a stellar on your hair,
And I never deserved you from the start,
They do not know, the wanderings of my heart.

If I ever let you out of my door,
Never broken anymore,
If I never paint you out,
Of distant shores,
Hope,
For the family,
Keep it warm.

The darkest of hymns,
I can still find your eyes,
If I'm down on my fate,
If I'm hollow,
I don't care.

If I never let you have all my form,
Never broken anymore,
If I never kicked you out,
This I'm sure,
We hope,
For our families,
To keep it warm.

If I never paint you out,
This I'm sure,
Behold all the silence,
Will keep us warm.


--

I've been lost inside my head,
Echoes fall on me,
I took the prize last night,
For complicatedness,
For saying things I didn't mean and don't believe.

Believe in me,
Believe in nothing,
Corner me,
And make me something,
I've become the hollow man,
I see.

This echo and,
You had placed your trust in me,
I face upside down,
I emptied out the room 30 seconds flat,
I can't believe you held your ground.

I see me.

I'm overwhelmed,
I'm unrepeated,
Weed me out, I'll incomplete you,
Trust in me,
I want to show you,
I don't want to be the hollow man.

Leaving me,
Leaving nothing,
Horror free or will be something?
I see.

------

Post Modern Girls

You are mine
Modern girls always out to go
Right on time
Old fashioned men always want a mistress
You've arrived
Modern girls always get their way
All is wrong
Modern men dream of what they're kissing.

Right?
Right?
I don't know
I don't belong

Why you gotta say it when you know it's something wrong?
I'm sitting in the dark
Set me to apologizing, it won't take too long
Always thinking about yourself,
Well you don't wanna trust nobody else.

Fine
When it's summer I have to change,
Find your shine,
Everyone has the same opinion
Won't you lean,
Your time is almost over
Don't be mean,
We will have the chance to do this over


That's not right,
Right?
This can't go on,
I don't know.

I don't want the imprint or to see you coming home,
I will see you over there,
You don't have to tell no one cause no one wants to know,
Always thinking about yourself,
But you don't have no happiness at all.

Are you still falling down?
Sir are you falling down?
He's been falling down,
Oh you're still falling down,
Are you still falling down?

So fucking help me now..

Always thinking about yourself,
They are the enemy,
Always thinking about yourself,
Oh look they've got to me.

Was...

I?

Five Fingers Later

Five fingers later,
Sunday night,
8 pm or under,
Xenon light.

That's when the treetops are kidding about,
For the sake of the doubt,
I'm a rose for a sheep,
And the sun for the heat.

Won't you choose how to be,
Won't you choose here with me,
I'm a cigarette tray,
For the sons of the race.

And you,
Took me by surprise.

It helps,
If you'd close your eyes.

Cause five fingers later,
I'm still around,
Five birthdays before,
The magic town.

And I set this arm away.

Are you leaving,
With the clouds,
Cause if you're leaving,
Then what about those nights,
We weren't sleeping,
There's the doubt,
But where's the love?

She told her,
It's better if you're watching.

She told her,
The stars are better off with you.

I said,
You are always gonna sing the lullaby,
I couldn't help it if I cried,
Just the put echoes aside.

Five fingers later,
Coal-covered grace,
I woulda have it for a cater,
But I've gone and induced such a rain.

Where's the charm in believing?
Accounted coffee chats,
Cause if there's a hole in the bout,
Then the train home wouldn't be so long.

Five years later,
Saturday evening,
Morning asunder,
Cause it's then that I start to believe.

That the sun never rises,
And the firework dies off,
Everytime we get close,
But if there's such a hell,
Then i guess we're all on our toes.

The Tuna In The Brine

I found a key to my heart,
And how is it hard,
Or cold.

And you found the lock to my dorm,
And open the door to my trust fund,
Of wisp dreams.

Right in my darkest hour,
Is fate,
It reminds you of everything good,
So I'm told.

See I find your neediness glistens.

And who holds that hand,
A lie amongst tonight,
A tuna in the brine.

Take everything that you're not,
And don't be so scared,
To take tenfold, tenfold, tenfold..

And don't go blue this time.

Cause you call it all,
Food.

The night of your darkest hour,
Has fade,
Reminds me of everything 'you',
So I'm told.

Believe, fool.

You took me to your heart,
You held to,
Light amongst the white,
The tuna in the brine.

A tool to your heart,
A tool to your heart..

Don't be scared to use your heart,
To change.

Save. Take. Leave.

I've ain't seen a lot,
Seen the colours,
But you,
Seem closer to everything.

Ain't singing a lot,
Singing the colours,
Of you,
Seen the clothes of your misgivings.

Seen you closer to everything.

Closer now,
It'll be over now,
Soon.

Closer than everything else.

I speak for change,
And change,
Is everything.

Figures and dolls,
Aren't changing,
Anything.

It's your turn to shine,
Like tuna in the brine.

Revolvers and cars,
Are changing,
Everything.

So when the piano won't sooth,
You took up the sweat from my back,
Healing my,
'Can't get enough'.

So take another pill,
And tell another lie,
A lice amongst the dye,
Children in the fire,
Like tuna in the brine.

Working With Levers

Take me home,
When I'm alone,
Give me certainty,
Not shiny stones.

I've been working,
48 hours today,
Not a-sleeping,
Under the highway.

I lost track in the wilderness and see a darkness,
That warmed me inside,
I couldn't care what was time.

Maybe it's time we get a long,
If I don't come back,
Doesn't mean there's something wrong.

When every plane flies away,
I see your face.

When every streetlights fade,
I feel your gaze.

I don't understand,
How a beast is a man,
But you gave me,
Back my heart.

I believe,
In the secret glow imbued,
In the stories,
Of things I just assume.

But there's faith in what you want to see,
But there's none in this sephia city.

Holding hands in the dark of esplanades,
The trees might've sang a lovely phrase,
Counting ripples,
And dancing through the haze.

Tell me why do I feel like you're letting me go.
Is this black bear too much for your depose,
In the cold white of winter,
The dark sky will find you.

Time is a giraffe,
In the sea,
You can't find the head,
If you don't climb up and see.

Don't touch me,
I'm a plastic poly grade,
A collection,
Adorn inside a case.

Endless pavement or an island of a shade?

And I chose you.

Goodbye Star

Please don't get me wrong,
See I forgive you with a song,
With all the things we had,
But what is left of you,
I know exactly what you'd do,
With all the dreams we have.

If blood runs,
Just stick anesthetics in,
You know,
If it's important to you,
It's important to me.

I'll try to make you see,
Why you won't wanna know,
You don't want to know.

If I don't come along,
Oh I would please with you a song,
To touch, my bad,
Someone asked you to come along,
And now we need you through the wrongs,
"So don't come back" I said.

Oh love don't mean sticking around,
Or anesthesia now,
Is that important to you?
Not important to me.

I tried to make you see,
But you don't wanna know,
You will never know.

What became of the life we led?
What became of the fiends we fed?
Oh, what became of forever?
Now we'll never know.

Please please don't think I'm wrong,
Coz we'll just sing another song,
I call the "Lively Lad"
Yeah, we all bought the ones,
That we thought wrong of,
And the fun,
We used to think we had.

If it falls,
Stick'em back on,
It's easy as that,
Whatever's important to you,
Yeah what's important to me.

I'd try to make you see,
But I won't wanna know.

What became of the things we said,
What became of the dreams we had,
What became of Decembers?
What became of forever now,
Do you even wanna know?

Chalky, Smokey and Forever Friends

--

There I was,
In uniform,
Looking at the subway curves,
My vows,
Like a girls hand,
Will never ever touch again,
Down the forever and ever love system.

He was not as bold as I thought,
He had tickets down to the metropolitan museum,
He asked us what our favourite,
Work of art was,
And never could I tell him,
It was him.

I looked at the ruins and crabgrass,
I liked the drums sinking softly,
She told me she liked summer,
And never have I seen the sun,
As bright as her.

Oh never will I hold another hand.

Honest it hasn't been said,
How heaven's an executive company ad,
Oh, it's never been dark,
A touch of grey,
And a,
"I wish I had once..."

And there he was,
In his uniform,
And that other stuff in his hand,
Thinking about creatures of his heart,
I was just a girl then,
And never have I learned,
His trend,
But I'll never ever love any other friend.

The Man Who Vowed To Catch The Sky

...and never touch the ground.

It's an inevitable feeling when you step on a radon floor as you watch the crowd of libertines minding their own business.

You wonder how one could be in the commotion of anthropoids and feel unease.

The uneasiness of isolation in a grayscale mosaic of plastic inextricable.

But when a pagan closes his eyes and sleep under the trees as the sun washes his overalls on his own.

You don't call that loneliness, you call that tranquility.

When one loses touch with God he loses touch with everything. Right?

Is God the word I'm looking for? Or is nature a more fitting nomenclature for the generic population of voters and dominions?

I dreamt about Vittoria again. As forever I should.

She proved God in a tunnel of atomic acceleration.

I could prove God in an easier way really, by the sense of nothingness.

It's exactly that.

"Sometimes I don't know how much I love my home, until I've been somewhere really different for a while"

Been remembering things again.

Like that time I crossed the bridge from one wooden platform to another.

You've been there.

There were birds everywhere, chirping to get your attention, but most of the time you long to get to the other side before you enjoy the view.

But when you get there, your mother tells you that it's time for lunch and that the birds "dah bosan dah"

Life's an aviary.

Take time to notice the plumes of parakeets, and the planks that you step on.

I can't promise you it'd be faeces-free. No one can.

All I can tell you is that sometimes you're just not looking up. And that you have to try to do so.

Occasionally the planks are brittle, and you fall through to your end.

So what?

Honestly, so what?

Vitamin Nothing

Sometimes we're just unsure of what we're looking at and we overcome that by the power of naming.

Beats "furry thing-a-majig" everytime

Sometimes when I look at the plain parquet of a mosque I see footprints of people sauntering their marking all over the house of God. Makes you wonder "siapalar yang pakai kasut masuk surau ni"

Sometimes when I look through the clouds I can see distant flight machines, remembering the olden days of propelling noises.

Sometimes there'd be two, clashing against each other like two stars in the - not endless really, more of a "besar gile" - godforsaken space.

I see clouds as one of God's most beautiful animated inanimate objects, the malapropism of it all touches my heart.

Foxes in pin-striped coats incarnated into the figure of a fisherman.

He visits daily, sometimes to sneak a few of those nuggets I bought from KFC the day before.

Funnily enough, no one even remembers his name anymore.

So we just call him the ever glamorous name of Pak Mat

The way he dreams of owning a ship as the words are dictated through his rotting teeth, makes me smile with my perfect ones as I sit under the cherry tree.

I think smokers need their own culture.

Drugs had it with their junkies.

Sex had it with their Democrats and Protestant.

The colour of their lungs don't bother me at all really, it's more of the demeanour.
How the fogs of monoxide shroud their faces when they talk beatifically (no matter the usage of vocabulary) of what they did out in the ocean or in their office.

Even the mundane ones tend to be more interesting, coughing out their seemingly last breath, and continue on laughing at you when you bring your something from home to eat.

Sometimes I wonder who's laughing last, but I guess it's kinda amusing when a person carries a portable exhaust pipe in between their phalanges WHILE bantering about the current fossil fuel economy.

As the petrol price rises, so does their blood pressure. Literally.

An as an avid aficionado of literati and countercultures I dare say that "The One-Toothed Fisherman" will always be the closest to my crackling soul of copper.

Oh, god this was a very jovial post.
I'm gonna go bomb a christmas tree.

Massalam

The White Of It All

"And so the man called his wife and told her everything was alright"

After several trips down the well of confetti, I caught a sign that said my name.

GARY DESILLIA

It's been a while since anything self-related was publicized in deliberacy, doesn't matter if it's fountain pens or amplified humiliation.

It has also been a while since I've realized the coincidential fragmentations of words such as humiliation and humid to the acuteness of embarassment faced from urinating in public.

Self-awareness.

By The Man Who Is Everyone But Himself

Since I veered off of infancy I've always had a fascination with everything infront of me. Subsequently, I become fascinated with what in actuality does a person mean when they say 'I'.

Is there a puppeteer in our mind that makes up our individuality?
Or is everything a mere flow of atoms drifting through the myriad of particle arrangement trying to make sense of everything it touches?

I don't know about puppets but I know that when a boy of six plays with action figures that is modelled after an American in khaki's he doesn't analyze what's outside of it, but what is there to make from it.

Creating from the creation.

I think about God all the time, I believe everyone does, one way or another.

Since the discovery of chimpanzees, Englishmen have been trying to embrace what these hominids created by the laws of nature are proving to the structure of rationality and the ever popular slogan that goes along the lines of 'Being Human'.

A summary of the rediscovery of mankind divided into pre-chimpanzee research and post-ditto.

Humans are the only creatures who make and use tools
Wrong.
Humans are the only creatures who have the ability to pretend.
Wrong.
Humans are the only..

You know what, this was suppose to be a travel log of awkward degrees and abnormal resolutions, but it turned out to be a thesis, or an antithesis for that matter. Of awkard degrees and abnormal resolutions,yeah.

I don't know what I'm saying now. Or trying to say.

I don't believe in good or evil, I believe in what is necessary and what is not.

Deep inside everyone's like that, thinking who'll they grow up to be and how they'll find a way out of every single jigsaw puzzle that doesn't have a piece you understand but in turn it fits anyway.

It's just that spontaneity becomes a part of everything you chase for, premeditated or not.

I laugh to myself as I stumble upon and adult shop that advertised uniforms for the purpose of role-playing sex.

I don't know, really. Fantasizing about having relations with a nurse have the power of increasing the syahwats of a particular group of people, regardless of whether that nurse even has a medical degree or professional training from anywhere.

It's a simple pathetique, that the definition of nurse is overturned after the vagueness and absurdity of our 'imagination'

The mind is it's own place.

No better way to put it.

I remember my mother telling me a story of me crying for no particular reason when I was at the zoo during the age of 8.

"Probably it was the animals"
"Macam kena rasuk dengan jin"

Trying to remember how I was at that age, I remembered my interest in pan paniscuses then were more avid than it is today (or maybe it still is avid, after all, adolescence comes with the inclusive package of denial).

And I remembered asking if animals went to heaven.

I still look forward to looking at our biological relatives whenever I'm at the zoo.

But subconsciously, I don't.

Sometimes tears fall out of the crenellations of my mind, thinking how sad it was that one could look at a sunset and only seeing light refracting through the atmosphere.

The other sad thing is that I can't express this thoughts clearly.

Because after all I'm just another person.

Just like everyone else is another person.

I can't write anymore.

It's thoughts like these that makes you realize that there are worse things than sinning and death and hell and..

Thinking about it, I don't think there are worse things than anything.

And thus this declamatory ends with

"It makes a heaven out of hell and a hell out of everything"

And back to the panorama of sexual fantasies.

I had to laugh really.

I don't know why.
In the setting of the sun and the dimming of blazing light rays,
I know that the lions couldn't possibly be pretending .

Shampoo Vision (Losing)

Born, yeah they will be,
Tighten to old streets,
Making the lights set,
Down on the arms raid.

And we'll at least sit down,
When the tide and soul is,
All that's in this town,
But they've never seen the light,
And time is none by their side,
And pain will have no sound.

Tell me a story,
Make it a poetry,
Satan is every,
Man in their gold seats.

And we'll concede it now,
Where the sun and spirit's,
All the feelings gone,
To the white-eyed and the faint,
And time is on our side,
Where there will be no sound.

Be awake,
'Tho the shades free,
Be still,
In the pale breeze,
And you ask
Where's that somebody,
To share me this oak tree.

Oh I'm just waiting now.

Presents and folk hymns,
Dust and the sobbing,
Babe, you're just beating,
Shrubs and confetti.

And we won't be around,
When the city has lost it's children,
And vacant lots,
Then only candle lights will
Brighten our dry sky,
And you'll be safe free,
From the people with sunglasses,
And their lights won't blind us,
When there will be no sound.

Fields of Bricks

Grew up in a manhole,
Said I'd never grow old,
If I don't realize,
People with their imagery,
Of what's life and what's deceived,
Daddy, I tried.

Caught up in the contrast,
Tell me what and what won't last,
Maybe I'll be fast,
Maybe I'll try,
Same things make us all say,
Makes us feel okay,
Make us feel right.

Someday I'll be human,
Maybe I'll be yeoman,
Cultivating pride,
It's a city,
And you grew up looking pretty,
Mummy said,
She's alright.

And I've taint,
These gates of Eden,
Shaggy and frayed,
You just got beaten,
And by the way,
I'm losing til heathen,
I'm losing,
Like I should.

Grew up in the suburbs,
Never thought the reverb,
Were coming to this side,
Girls talk and look pretty,
Man try to be witty,
Well some of them try.

I'm lost in the sidewalk,
Hoping that we could talk,
Temporary bride,
False hope,
and stop signs,
Make my own white line,
Still the game's are rough.

I grew up in the city,
Didn't manage to put pity,
On the southern side,
I am the fire,
Insulated wires,
Not really my type.

These fields of bricks,
Are all that I learn from living,
Someday we'll fix the leakage,
Cement the ditch,
Tudors and white horses,
Pavement and trees.

Bard of the concession,
Hoping for a lesson,
For the things he's done,
Sea change and affection,
Freezing in complexion,
Baby wasn't that fun?

I've been told to be quiet,
But you can't turn off the night.

The Red Stuff In Your Eyes and Lipstick

Why do you wait,
For the portraits,
Coz you know you've never lost it,
To the mystique eyes and deliberate age,
Of a one plus two in a rocketed fuel,
She lays off on the balcony,
Screaming for action.

Maybe time is a sin,
For those who cannot begin,
My eyes are falling apart,
From curves to heart,
You made it wrong from the start.

Sometimes it's time for the anger to shade,
This world collapsed,
In the arms of a gaze,
Two years, maybe a period of latency,
But then again I'm at lost for numbers.

We need to start,
Don't resuscitate,
We need to start,
A relapse of fate,
You got paint,
All over the walls didn't you?
What else is there to do.

Like blood in love with glue.
I'm still in love with kleptomaniacs of the century,
I got gas,
But never for the poverty,
Shame and pastiche of everything,
Wouldn't you,
Love me too.

It doesn't matter if the Freudian ethic's alone,
The sun will rise even if you turn off the phone,
It's like a libel and a song for the cynic,
You're not in it.

There's no rhyme to argue,
Nothing will turn to you,
When you turn to nothing.
So we'll sing,
Bring about the kings,
Of the elder age,
And a lost mistake,
Of a smoke machine,
And a daily routine,
All of these fantasies,
All find a stage to you.

Like the northern apes,
Said,
"These dreams weren't as daft when you dreamt them"
So let's forget them.

Tired Of The Weather.

Mr Right is teaching,
A seed to grow,
I have a knack for everything that's never told.
This planet is a far from romance and the cold,
But I guess I like the way you say that no one's growing old.

She stopped for a,
Last drop of acid rain,
Declare a west end,
Of Avery Street and mighty blaze.

You have my time.
You have my time.

Too late for portions of these meted tide,
I got the waist line and you've got grenades in my mind.

Too late for countries and their prospect of eternity,
It's lame parody.

Maybe remind me,
Of stuttering disagreement,
I have faith,
But you have a relegation,
For rhyme and reason again.

Kiss your head and kiss pseudo-thine.

She's got blue eyes,
And a renegade apropos,
And the way she looks,
The vaseline felony of her air,
She's not there.

The aging have lost their desire for lust,
The ages have lost their desire for us,
Every pleonasm of endearment,
Now goes out to you.

Shoe Store Scenery

Do you see this,
Another enigmatic view of some poor lad in a ragged suit,
Do you see this,
In you.

I'm just hoping,
For the phone,
To actually work,
Two ways,
Like it did,
In yesterdays.

Oh God, pick up the phone.

By the arson,
Way of thinking,
I'm just a poor spark.

Like the reign of a skeptical boulevard.

Underneath this hallow bridge,
Is where I set my heart,
May it fall them broken fridges,
Is where I didn't sell my soul,
Don't need to sell my soul.

I'm just fishing,
Like everybody else,
Round this lake of yesterdays,
I'm just fishing,
When there's no one else to feed.

I might not know much of the grandeur of the universe,
But I know that I'm just a string,
Of affection and deliberate disturbance,
I'm just hoping for a drink.

Do you see this,
A poor man and his jagged knife in fray,
Oh the fight is daily,
But not everyday.

By the threshold,
Of another enchanted shoe store.

I get a payment for the rest,
The nest of meekly whores.

I have friends now.
Sitting by the bus,
They just don't talk to me,
I guess like the telephones they only work one way.

I was happy as the rest,
In the drunken fest,
I just dreamt differently.

And now they put me in a jar,
Oblivious of who they are,
And still I'm dreaming.

I might now know much about God,
Or the stars, or the vacant lots,
But Godfrey...

If a ten tonne truck,
Kills the both of us,
To die by your side,
The pleasure,
The privilege is mine.

If a double decker bus,
Crashes into us,
To die by your side,
Is such a heavenly way to die.

There is a pocket with no holes,
There is a light that never goes out,
There is a man with no limits to his generosity.

He's just not here.

Meat(?)

Haunted bicycle,
On a hill side resident,
You managed to make a man of me yet?

When in this charming car,
This charming man.

I come from Mars complexities
When the leathers all blue,
In the passenger seat.

I would go out tonight,
But I haven't got a stitch to wear.

This monster is gruesome,
That someone so handsome should care.

A young young country boy,
Who never knew his face,
He said, return the ring,
He knows so much about this things.

I would go out tonight,
But I haven't got a stitch to wear.

His master so gruesome,
That someone so handsome could care.

Nanananana,
This charming man.

Nananaana,
This charming man.

A drunk down country boy,
Who never knew his place,
He owns this century,
He knows so much about these things,
These things.

The rain falls down,
In a conundrum town,
Oh, the rain falls hard,
In a drunk drunk town,
This town just dragged you down.

And everyone's gone to live their lifes,
Oh and God knows I've got to live mine.

William,
William it was really nothing.

William it was really nothing.

It was your eyes.

How can you stay with the fat girl you say.

Would you like to marry me,
And would you like to buy the ring?
She doesnt' care about anything

Would you like to marry me,
And if you like we could buy the ring,
I don't dream about anyone.

Except myself.

I am the sun,
And the air,
From a highness that is criminally evolving,
I am someone else,
Or nothing in particular.

Please shut your mouth,
How can you say,
I go about things the wrong way,
I am human and I need to be loved.

Just like everybody else does.

I am the gone,
Of the care,
Like a harness that is criminally broken,
I'm the son of her,
Well everything in particular.

You shout your vows,
How dare you say,
I go about this the hard way,
I am human and I need to be loved,
Just like everybody else does.


There is a club way down the road,
You kicked that somebody who really loves you,
So you go and you stand on your own,
And you leave on your own,
And you run home,
And you cry,
And you want to die.

Well it's six, it's gonna happen now,
But then again you never mean it,
So I've waited for so long,
Until my heart is gone.

*whistles*

Please stop this now,
I'll never say,
You'll never get things in your way,
I am human, and I need to be loved,
Just like everybody else wants.

William,
William it was really nothing.

And I moan, no, no, no...

*whistles*

Illiterate Lovely Eyes

I got a letter,
From way down under,
The sink,
Just never call her,
Just never call her,
I say,
You wouldn't say.

What else is there?

Some bloody aces,
She's drawing faces,
Of trees,
She'll never hurt them,
Like she'll never touch me,
I got a rainbow,
I got a rainbow.

Oh, glance but don't stare.

Oh, he misses his hair.

Mary, so ordinary,
Peter, will make chicken,
Out of everything.

Spectrum,
Lonely spectrum,
You have to break the glass,
To shed some light,
Some even light.

Cause all the colors on the feedback,
Will never stop,
Until I come back,
Again.

Oh, Layne,
Stop making it such a bitter cocaine,
I know,
You haven't slept,
In a while,
So have you, girl?
And I'm talking to myself again,
I'm talking,
Spitting,
Out of trend,
I know.

What you do,
When the bearded man is outta view,
You would call the culinary,
Hoping for some salvation in red.

The boys want you dead.

I could save you,
But I've got better things to do.

I could take you,
But I've got no shelf-confidence.

Gucci piggies,
Neon stars,
Goddammit Satan,
Whoever you are.

And they all go home,
With a satisfactory smile,
Sadist factory,
Indeed.

When it's summer,
And you can't tell the difference,
Then I guess,
This is my,
Cue.

Cocktail dress,
What a fucking mess,
To be made,
In time,
For the renegade,
Of a stupid rhyme,
Full of stupid fate,
But I guess I'm not,
One to relate,
To the lady,
Who's had too much,
Time on her own.

And the window's talking,
Everyone's walking,
From you.

You married something,
I'd never wear,
In a zoo.

And as I look at you through the 5.45 sunlight,
I'm wondering where you learned,
How to tie it so tight.

I guess I shouldn't have skipped all that scouts.

5.46


Buzz buzzzzzzzz fucking let me in honey.


BASSSHH BASSSHHH remember all that money.


Fuck the sound effects, I wish you would've hurried.


6.00

I'm coming

YOU BETTER WISH THAT WEREN'T YOUR LAST TIME.

God, If I have to believe in you for all of this to end I would.

-And I'm wondering who could be writing this.