Sin Where?

Clouds are marching along,
Singing a song,
Just like they do,
If the clouds were singing a song,
I'd sing along,
Wouldn't you to?

If you just knew what they could do,
If you just knew what would they do.

And if the birds are just lettered words,
Flying along, singing a song,
What would they do, if they just knew,
What they could do, if they just knew.


You know I'm glad,
That I never gave a damn about the weather,
Cause it never gave a damn about me.

I know it's mad,
But if I dig a well, will you dig with me,
Or just leave?

I know it's mad,
But if it was time I was defending,
Will you just leave me?

Clouds are singing a song,
Marking my wrongs,
Just like you do,
If the clouds were playing a song,
I'd play along,
Wouldn't you too?

If you just knew,
What they could do,
If you just knew,
What would they do,

And if the words are just feathered birds,
Flying a love, Singing a soft,
What would they do, if they just knew,
What we could do, if they just knew.

I know it's sad that I never gave a damn about the weather,
And it never gave a damn about me,
No, it never gave a damn about me.

And I know it's mad,
But if you broke and fell, I'd call the doctor,
And just leave.

I know it's sad,
That if the sky was bending I would kiss thee,
And just leave.

Cause they never gave a damn about me.

Hey Moon

If all our life is but a dream,
Fantastic posing greed,
Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea.
For diamonds do appear to be,
Just like broken glass to me.

And then she said she can't believe,
Genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues,
Trippin eyes and flooded lungs,
Nor the downpour sends it love.

Hey moon please forget to fall down,
Hey moon don't you fall down.

Sugarcane in the easy morning,
Watered veins, my one and only.

The ink is running for the page,
It's chasing off the daze,
Looking at both feet and wounded knee.
I miss your skin when you were eased,
You clicked your heels and wished for me.

For playful lips made of yawns,
That fragile cat forlorn,
Unraveled words like mobs upon old stars,
I know the world's a broken bone,
But paraplegics call it home.

Hey moon please forget to turn round,
Hey moon don't you turn round.

So she came in the breezy morning,
What invades my one and lonely.

You are at the top of my lungs,
Drawn to the ones who never yawn.

Bye moon.

Anna Will Die Under Summer Red Skies

I wanna be rich,
And I want lotsa money,
I don't care about clever,
I don't care about funny,
I want lotsa clothes,
And I want lotsa diamonds,
I heard people die while they're trying to find one.

And I'll take my clothes off,
And it will be shameless,
Cause everyone knows,
That's how you get famous,
I look at the sun,
And I look in the mirror,
I'm on the right track,
And I'm on to a winner.

I don't know what's right,
And what's real, anymore,
And I don't know how I'm meant to feel,
Anymore,
When do you think it will all become clear,
Cause I'm being taken over by the fear.

Life's about filmstars,
And less about mothers,
It's all about fast cars,
And cussing each other,
But it doesn't matter,
Cause I'm packing plastic,
And that's what makes my life,
So fucking fantastic.

And I'm aware of massive consumption,
And it's not my fault,
It's how I'm programmed to function,
I look at the sun,
And I look in the mirror,
I'm on the right track,
Yeah we're on to a winner.

I don't know what's right,
And what's real,
Anymore,
I don't know how I'm meant to feel,
Anymore,
When do you think it will all become clear,
Cause I'm being taken over by the,
Fear.

Forget about guns,
Forget about ammunition,
Cause I'm killing them all,
On my own little mission,
But I'm not a saint,
I'm not a sinner,
But anything's cool,
As long as I'm getting thinner.

I don't know what's right,
And what's real,
Anymore,
I don't know how I'm meant to feel,
Anymore,
When do you think it will all become clear,
Cause I'm being taken over by the,
Fear.

Phosphorent Pubescent

I think I have this strange affinity of looking up.

Ceilings, skies, skirt(ings of overhead windows)

Occasionally, I also tend to look inside me.

I guess that answers my enigmatic dreams of dissecting rodents to Overture.

Basically, there was this old Baroque joke that Mozart played so passionately because he wanted to express the lack of any hair product that that could tame his scalp-located beard.

There is talent in scruffiness, and the entertainment industry has proven that time and time again.

Clouds are scruffy, and they're wonderful aren't they?

Fluffy is the better word, I guess. But so is white.

Well to continue on my pursue of scientific conundrums, chemically speaking, solids are very appealing.

I mean doesn't it fascinate you that somethings just can't go through walls?

I know it makes the Southern people happy.

Speaking about getting through walls, I have come up with this ingenious plan of a store that sells walls.

It saves space, it destroys all barriers, and you don't need to waste money on racks.

I mean I came up with a name already.

Wall R Us

Hilman would be proud.














I think I'd like to end this post on a high note.

F#

Anti Ganda

Freedom,
Is a religion,
Can't see,
What's in your region,
Plates out,
Glass eating manger,
You fool,
And doubtful,
Priest.

Gods,
Fall through the ceiling,
Kids,
All too revealing,
Smile,
You leave,
This place for tonight,
And then you go to graze,
Oh such a lovely, modern phase.

Stars,
Why do you seek them,
Prey,
Why do you need them,
Bo Peep does,
What Bo Peep wantss,
But she never gets,
Her full-paid funds,
And everyone,
Stays up to have some fun.

Faith,
Is like decisions,
Faith,
Will be your leisure,
Don't,
Suffer a lesion,
Stop,
They're burning pigeons.

They don't have to burn the books,
They just have to tell you not to look,
Making rockets like a pyromaniac cook,
If they give you food,
You let them,
If they give you feud,
You beg them.

Nah,
Somebody's watching,
Eyes,
White metal shillings,
If they close them,
You'll just be like me,
And have no friends,
Love authority.

Maybe,
You wait,
Maybe there's a cage,
Freedom,
Is a bigger prison.

Take,
The only medicine,
Pills,
It's make-up season,
When it's fall,
And,
You just call in,
The thieves with their hearts on their sleeves.

Fair,
I'm just a seeker,
Fare,
Bus ticket's cheaper,
Cool,
Just like the icebergs,
Hot,
Don't sleep in the fire.

Because the sound of music is a lyre,
To the bullets of paychecks and wires.
For why do you see,
The pixels in seeds,
Hypnotize by numbers,
Forget what it means.

I can't confront you,
Because you're not here,
But if you were beside me,
I'd boycott you, my dear.

Sometimes it hurts,
That preachers don't work,
And teachers don't lurk,
Like policies in smirks.

Well I see the cancers in the eyes,
Of blindness under shirts,
And the Machiavellian lice,
Cause you just don't care,
How's your hair,
You just care,
That it's fair.

Oh, darkness is bare,
Yellowing scares,
And brown is everywhere.

When I Go

If we're both not married by 22,
Could I be so bold, and ask you,
If we're both not married by 23,
Will you, make my year,
And ask me.

If we're both not married by 24,
Will you pass me those kneepads,
And I'll get on the floor,
If we're both not married by 25,
I hope that the sound childish sparks,
Still alive.

Cause there are so many lessons,
That I just never get to learn,
And there are so many questions,
That still burns,
Like will you hold,
My hand
When I go.

If I get to 30,
And I don't have a wife,
I'll ask you nicely,
But I won't ask twice.

If I get to 40,
And I don't have a spouse,
I'll fashion you a letter,
And I'll send it to your house.

If I get to 60,
Will you slip away,
Into an armchair for
The rest of my days,

Cause you've got your family,
And I've got mine...

Willed love will be shared,
For another time.

Cause there are,
So many lessons,
That I never got to learn,
And there are so many questions,
That still burns.

Like will you hold,
My hand when I go?

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..