doherty's got the stuff

1doherty's got the stuff
impressive words without being gruff
from my own native england
this guys not tryin to bluff
2has me thinkin bout myself
and about everybody else
walk away from the bad things
and then see what the day brings
3this is the meaning of avoiding the bad
making sure yourenot a cheap fad
just keep the style going and keep yourself rad
just dont try to drive yourself mad
4and as we sit at the table
and i feel so very unstable
i feel better now that im here
at least that much seems clear
5we're keepin ourselves clean
and without even havin to be mean
we've got ourselves a real decent scene
it's the sortof thing that'll make your eyes gleam
6and they say the dudes off his rocker
that he's just a smooth talker
but i think he's ahead of the game
and i'll certainly never be the same

sittin in the basement

sittin in the basement
got the music on
places empty
and the curtains half drawn
floors clean
and girls gone
im sittin here
the only one
cups around
and keyboard leaning
chair stacked full
and fridge not running
carpet strange
and mic cocked
laptop on
the studio rocked
plates on the floor
pictures on the wall
tv to the side
light shining on it all
fan far away
the air rather cool
bed with blanket
me far like a fool
tree fallen down
and sky cloudy grey
a bit of snow
cold wintry day
christmas tomorrow
not really my thing
girlfriends out
we'll see what she'll bring
feet cold
and socks hidden
plates stacked
i got her a green mitten
san francisco soon
might be moving
get a new place
that's where we'll be schooling
and when we're there
we'll enjoy the sea
hot weather
and calm we'll be

the televisions on

the televisions on
and the cider's poured
beds comfy
and the lady's ignored
windows are closed
and the airs cold
the air conditioning
seems pretty old
my girls out gone
she's out at the place
gettin clothes done
at a reasonable pace
a man yesterday
asked us our opinion
tryin to get a cheap spot
but we didnt know of one
the snarls and stares
are everywhere
you can't escape 'em
its not quite fair
but as we sit
in the room
we wonder about
what to do
and times pass slow
when youve got nothing to do
but they say boredom
can make you do something new
alot of films
have been made when theyre bored
and i guess thats key
could be your own lord
luxery here
is everywhere
and its not worth the cash
and its really not fair
the old streets
are bumpy as fuck
and theyre not worth the preservation
but might be good luck
and the towns pretty old
the people pretty weird
we'll walk around town
probably feared.

the vaccuum's started

the vaccuum's started
as the lady's comin
better beware
if you're slummin
the streets outside
covered with people
seldem seen
are the church steeples
the benches in parks
dogs on leashes
the people of here
are of a different species
you cant be friendly
theyre all trying to stare
snarling faces
pasted everywhere
everythings old
the rules are strict
feel kinda bored
as they issue an edict
the foods expensive
and not that great
comes from the sea
a fishy fate
the nets that get 'em
cast in the morning
sailors out
never caught snoring
theyve got old boats
big sailing ships
walk on streets
just like this
grab a bite
and have a word
they like to fight
mums the word
play the pubs
and leave by ten
they dont want you
ever again
and thats the way
they like it here
keep your head down
live in fear

room is dim

room is dim
and im startin to write
these people suck
and im startin to fight
feels better
got a short fuse
fight 'em off
avoid the abuse
dont let 'em push you
people forget their place
misery should be avoided
respect my space
but instead they push
and shoulder my shoulder
kinda weird
like a human boulder
leave the sidewalk
and talk in the park
people with crowds
town in the dark
itchy face
shower waitin
paste in the sink
women faintin
skin surprises
uptight fools
fight too much
too many rules
back home, columbus
the people doubt
when i say wales
think im a lout
but thats their mistake
dont know better
better this way
i need a sweater
wind is cold
with the ac on
steps in the hallway
a porcelain jon
tables shift
and chair in place
gotta admit
dont mind this place

havent written in awhile

havent written in awhile
kinda outa practice
but at least i can speak them
thats an improvement on this
before i couldnt do that
couldnt speak my words to
there's nobody here
just me and you
and things come out better
when you speak em out loud
its better like this
perhaps i could be proud
its kinda cold here
but thats alright
there's alot of people
i'd like to fight
but i swore against that
no longer a fighter
anita doesnt smoke
dont have a lighter
the trains are loud
and the breaks are bad
the drivers are same
makes me mad
and i dont think this
was i thought
when i drove over
had a different plot
but im here now
things seem different
not quite the same
perhaps we were missent
days go by
and i hardly go out
there's lots of cars
and cops about
never at night
just in the day
through the window
beep and bray
horses in parks
preserved by people
probably huddling
under steeples

am i wastin my time

am i wastin my time
in this horrible city
cobblestone streets
perhaps its fitting
the foods not bad
if you dont mind dying
the people here
feel like crying
victorian ways
and uptight people
they're huddlin around
the old church steeple
everythings old
preserved too much
keepin out the new
the control is clutch
we wont live here
not like this
things've gone sour
we got the winter kiss
the cars in the garage
packed to go
we might hop in
will we leave i dunno
but new yorks nearby
smoggy but full
expensive as fuck
but not at all dull
that might be the ticket
for us over here
this place isnt great
worse than i'd feared
i met some old friends
over in the old town
an old girlfriend of mine
with whom id fooled around
gave her a hug
and had a long talk
met at a bar
and went for a walk
she's just a bitch
with her closed off ways
never answerin her phone
and with that dead gaze

they said it'd be great

they said it'd be great
but what a lie
the people here
like to play i spy
they stare out the corner
of their folded eyes
i dont really like
the sight of these guys
we've tried to meet people
done the club thing
went to a place
where people sing
they dont let her in
got a limit on age
kinda strange
threw her into a rage
so im writin songs
about what ive seen
the people here
really quite mean
segregated town
and the weathers rundown
cops on horses
and there's strangers around
we're in an apartment
payin out the ass
more than its worth
but lifes a gas
my girls out now
buyin things
got my guitar
and the truth rings
this place's no good
the people bad
the foods alright
the place a fad
they called it irish
but its just boring
trains are dead
people practically snoring
and the musics shit
got no life
people in bars
absent of strife

got the radio on

got the radio on
im lyin in bed
the doors are closed
ideas in my head
wanna fly around the country
see some places
we needa pick a school
and meet some new faces
parents are crazy
and the religions bad
gene simmons had the right idea
yamica drove him mad
i took off my cap
did my own thing
better live free
see what days'll bring
too many ties
people bind themselves up
too many rules
bound since we were pups
but the worlds not bad
if you stay away from poison
there's lots of good
if it's bad avoid 'em
lotta bad people
led me astray
but i got away
had a better day
they're locked away
with their folks
wastin their lives
their dreams a joke
they'd pull me down
if they had a chance
but i got saved
by my current romance
so im in a new town
in a new city
cobblestone streets
seem quite fittin
englands away
across the ocean
supposed to be the place
where we'll keep our lives in motion

light on the wall

light on the wall
and im feelin withdrawl
from my guitar
its real far
ive done an open mic
i saw what it was like
was kinda fun
but the people were glum
they dont let her in
they dont want her buying
she's under the age
and she can't be caught lying
got the radio on
and my girl on the way
the windows are closed
it'll be a good day
got some films to watch
some clothes on the floor
got food on the side
maybe we'll get more
the weathers cold
but the ac's on
it gets warm in here
the staircase's long
the streets are empty
especially at night
never any cops
so beware of fights
bloody faced kid
and a bum at the door
guy at the stand
doesnt smile anymore
kids on the train
talkin real loud
lady all grim
doesnt seem like anyones proud
the places divded
the blacks arent here
boats in the sea
and the shops are near
foods not fresh
just fatty and bad
but we're here for a week
hopefully you dont get mad

living amongst tombs

living amongst tombs
of the revolutionaries
this's a place
with alot of sea ferries
ocean feeds much
and the people tight lipped
a grim faced bunch
women fast to quip
laundramats far
and food hard to get
bums everywhere
how could we forget
the ghettos down south
and latinos up north
a segregated city
as such put forth
the jobs're supposedly there
but i cant see any
places close at ten
under 21 cant be merry
we're considering leaving
and going up north
where they wont bother here
and she can run her due course
same with england
my hometown
if we went over there
id be pretty proud
a lot of history
and thats where i grew up
apparently alot of indians
that names a history hiccup
brown skinned people
apparently lumped together
its kinda stupid
dont know why they bother
but thats the history
its a racist country
built through conquest
hard to lay a past to rest
but these cobblestone towns
are all around
and we're being ground
and sent all around.

there's not much to do

there's not much to do
but write on this thing
trying to figure out
what the future will bring
in a bed in a room
in a building up a stair
on the streets there are people
without many cares
save their own and none else
they walk upright
theyll shove you out the way
and out of their sight
cobblestone streets
and sidewalks sidewalk
the bums all around
like to do double talk
coffee shop bagles
and 300 dollar sweaters
riding the t
and nevermind the weather
the beach isnt far
the park is quite big
people around here
never dance to a jig
despite the irish
there's hardly any green
but they're grounded in history
and are really quite mean
the place's segregated
people living in clumps
whites in the center
others in the dumps
oceans nearby
and the fish are fresh
you can order some oysters
see if you can stand the test
theyre not the best
kinda weird and wet
but thats what it is
pay and thats what you get
the grass might be green
but the people arent happy
hop on the train
and youll be the only one chatty

i havent written in ages

i havent written in ages
i used to write pages
like words from sages
just never paid wages
the ac whirs
and the silence concurs
as the memory blurs
things changed to as they were
father promises never to wrong
but it sbeen so long since i wrote a good song
times past fast and with the clang of a gong
soon ill challenge myself to speak another tongue
the world lays itself out before us
as we try to decide where to go
its an exciting time to live life
and really of future telling noone could know
the car could take us anyplace
if we so desired
we might take a plane this time for sure
for long drives we're just not wired
there just doesnt seem to be much to do
things seem to be laid out in gloom
my father says he's got it planned
but it might be quite out of hand
they control our words with their minds
they're the sort of devil to perform craft of that kind
and as we sit in our room
the choices at hand overhead seem to loom
endless noise and silence permeates
as people walk across the streets
im not sure how high this city rates
a lady throwing bread for the birds beaks
horses with men in the park today
as dogs are dressed in dress
the radio station broadcasting today
as we're faced with another test
movie theatre with popcorn poison
flickering screen with story
people in front propping feet up on backs
showing sneakers in all their glory
we leave mid film having watced it to often
and catch the subway home
and though we left many of our things
we happily continue to roam.

sittin in new york

sittin in new york
not sure what to do
they say this place
is absolutely cool
dont know anybody
except for my girl
she's pretty fuckin great
we'll take on the world
gonna study something
least thats the plan
not sure if its mine
dont know if i wanna do this again
but my dads payin
and you know his sayin
if youre gonna grow up
get a degree all the same
not sure if its my idea
ive just been confronted with this
but free school?
im not dense
i see my girl struggle
her parents dont care
they dont have much
doesnt seem fair
but the colleges cost alot
and it seems kinda weird
but this is the spot
its the direction that we steered
and now that we're here
dont know where to start
hard to get a hotel
in manhatten
here til wednesday
we'll see how that goes
got a tour of the place
apparently this's where the hipsters go
there's alot of people
and alot of stuff going on
lots of lights
and its meant to be alot of fun
been here for new years
and that was alright
but this time we're here
to fight the good fight

had a friend who lived down the hill

had a friend who lived down the hill
he was down with his folks
me with mine up a little
and all of us under parental yolks
we'd play with scopes and sega systems
sonic was the mario
and cricket'd take up the backyard space
and oft'd come theman with the video
ice cream van drives down the street
playing its music to draw us out
watching scifi flicks at guggis house
turned out to be a football lout
i met the guy when he was one
i was two and it was weird
our dads knew one another
i didnt see him for while til i grew a beard
he grew tall and me not so much
he skinny and me kinda paunch
but thats how things go when youre stateside
i sing with a sense of american raunch
the sister grew smart and majored in thought
kinda interested as i'd done the same
and we'd talk about all sorts of things
at the table playing debate game
i visited a few times
and got shown around the town
his friends werent my type
and i used to be down
but as i grow i get better
and i think he starts to notice
we're still friends in some ways
but time has its own bonus
young gamers and old musicians
he likes the style of stuff here
im not a fan i like theirs there
and thats really quite weird
he just lives with some friends
working a crap job
here i am pulling hairs out my head
thinking my life odd
but if i was there i might be calm
trying the normal sort of stuff
as is im here and wired
but staying is just a bluff

crazy kid with the cutters hand

crazy kid with the cutters hand
liked to be in demand
his father was a booze hound
and he'd go and cruise the town
calls himself gay
but rather than being fey
he seems to not pickup dudes
its kinda weird and baffles the rules
but he isnists that gays what he is
its kinda strange this
but he doesnt have a girl
and im thinking that might be his world
but he's never been with a dude
and even though thats crude
i dont think he's really gay
and he's certainly not at all fay
he's also a bit of a pill popper
and with knives he's a skin chopper
tries to kill himself a lot
can't handle his shit he's lost in the plot
but he's a film dude
and not to be rude
but he wont by a cam
i dont give a damn
but how can you make film
without being in the realm
of a creative man
dude lives in a can
lives down south
and has quite a mouth
he'll imitate the mocker
if they continue with social soccer
and tries to play music
without paying its confusing
slashes wrists
throws fits
doesnt seem right
with bad sight
real tall
and completely appalled
lives with his mom
stole cd roms
tries to make songs
but he's just plain wrong.

vivek was a kid

vivek was a kid
who was kinda fun
he kept you company
and got shit done
he had a substance problem
but still was kind
and had a big smile
so white it'd blind
his skin was losing pigment
and he covered it with stuff
but i told him dude
just dont give a fuck
he wrote good music
that i constantly was amazed by
and he'd stop by my place
and we'd jam for hours no lie
the kid was from here
whilst i was a implant
but he and i got on
cause he loved the homeland
visited there
and he'd gone to school
homeless kid
under a bridge, the fool
but he showed me the scene
and got me game
showed me confidence
and how to remember a name
wore decent clothes
and had some 80s style
like perhaps synth pop
it'd certainly been awhile
perhaps half japanese
that band you might've heard of
and he'd always wear suits
at least stylish stuff
we'd get a pitcher
and grab some wings
we'd talk about the band
and all sorts of things
grab some chipotle
and smoke some green
that'd be his name for it
now obscene

i went to highschool

i went to highschool
with some kids
rich motherfuckers
with success bids
meant to prepare
us for the real world
but it was so strange
especially the girls
conservative kids
thinking themselves slick
they'd wear hippy garb
it'd make you sick
but the guitar addicts
brought some flair to me
i watched 'em play
and it was plain to see
they were cool
and i wasnt as much
with my trombone
i kinda sucked
so i swapped instruments
and picked a guitar up
went to the shop
i didnt give a fuck
got a used one
from a friend
guy from public school
nerdy to no end
so my black guitar
my very first
i performed with
and i quenched my thirst
prom plays
and senior pranks
performance art
and abercrombie skanks
midgets with problems
and indians isolated
this was the place
that seriously had me agitated
but after five years
i finally moved on
and left that place
to sing a better song.

OSU was the spot

OSU was the spot
i'd roam around freely
never had a beef really
all touchy feely
the kids over there were hippy and weird
some wired conservatives of the type i feared
but we'd still go out and grab our beers
thats the OSU way ya hear?
roamin on streets
and into frat houses
those were the days
snuck in like a mouse
the campus empty
at the middle of night
we'd walk around
what a sight
i showed her around
mys tomping grounds
the parking garage
and the lost and found
the geometric grid
of the art school side
we walked around
what a fun ride
lived in a spot
all by myself
drugs and drinks
kept me refreshed
wrote many songs
and got along
with the junkies
who played pong
and in a tower
looking over the city
i drank my drinks
and played music sadly
in the dorms
many kids left me
cycled 'em out
and kept me company
got into music
and had some drinks
had a couple girls
but OSU stinks.

an aunt in a house by herself

an aunt in a house by herself
used to have a husband
has a garden she likes to grow
loves the town despite it being bland
and works at the university
says she's half retired
regrets being a family rebel
but probably why she's admired
another aunt with a husband
in a bigger houses nearby
likes to buy expensive cars
costs driven skyhigh
she runs her own apartment spots
where folks pay her rent
she likes to say she's retired
but that keeps her hellbent
an uncle in that home does live
whose a chilled out kid
79 years old but young
and certainly alot of fun
we'd all used to go walking
near the lake side
and he'd tell us stories never boring
we were just along for the ride
so we'd go over
to my aunts
and eat food
like restaurants
and go to temple
as we were told
always learning
to be bored
but through it all
the memories stuck
they gave us a car
helped a bunch
the aunt'd scold
and call me shit
say my sister
was a better fit
so in the end i hated 'em
and avoided it all
but we finally returned
and had a ball

the chicago industry surprises

the chicago industry surprises
as we roam and find things to do
the museums are not bad at all
rain pours down over you
got relatives way out there
place i used to live
they dont seem to really care
and never bother to forgive
people seem to be rather down
they walk by and look at the ground
and on their faces is a frown
dreary feelings all around
drive out to the outer places
with open fields and soccer spaces
you can see the skyscrapers
and smell up the lake vapours
the water pours down hard
and under bridges you hide for cover
the water overflows the gutter
makes you want a land rover
the traffic on the way in was bad
miles of cars not moving much
but leaving town was a cinch
its going in that was clutch
we found my town after a drive
just a few exits down
the place seemed dead but at the same time alive
i showed anita around
this was the place we used to play
and thats where we used to live
thats where we'd eat our food
and thats the school the colleges tryin to rid
lots of crime and strange lookin folk
and people with the accent
car fallin apart at the front
we used to pay out rent
bumpy streets and smoggy skies
the lake nearby the streets
and downtown the dosas quite good
got ourselves somethin to eat
as we drove away from town
the lights were shining all around
the traffic bad and sky black
but we were glad we were going back

wales is a green place

wales is a green place
ive seen it i know in this case
i climbed the mountain near the house
past some sheep and without a rain douse
the water way down was blue and vast
the hill was big and the car rode fast
we drove awhile to get out there
but as we drove the hills were bare
small town and not too much fuss
i wonder if i coulda taken the bus
but this was the spot where i was born
and in a way my dad seemed forlorn
he seemed to miss the green mountain
thats the place i guess his youth fountain
but over in the states we've got our place
he's done well for himself again
i got some fish n chips over there
a regularly surved pub fare
and the fishing was done off the beach
the docks there just out of reach
i was thinking this place was rather nice
and my dad gaveme his advice
the green places out of the way
are the best places to spend a day
and so we visit from time to time
and he seems sad to see the spot
he took awhile to buy that house
and now regrets losing the plot
apparently the price when way up
and he'd've made quite a bit
but he's not the type to give a fuck
didn't bother throwing a fit
they speak welsh in those places
not one that i know well
but my dad had figured out a few words
took him awhile you could tell
we stood on the castle, near the water
and it seemed to be a tourist spot
took some pictures with the cam
and browsed a store with shit to be bought
but went home with a full tum
fish n shit gets it done
and as we sat looking glum
we swore we had alot of fun.

blackburn was my first spot

blackburn was my first spot
the one i remember
we had a couple houses
soft snow december
friend down the street
good food to eat
with icecream men
and video cars back then
milk men delivered
that was sweet
and we'd go out
have a pizza treat
soccer was big
and so was cricket
the aim back then
was to hit a wicket
and if you were up to bat
try not to hit it over
if its gone
we've got to send sammy over
video games were big
i had a system so did my friend
we'd walk over
play again and again
it was good stuff
we had a doubel family
them down there us up here
they kept it orderly
and the uniform code of the school
kept us looking like fools
but we enojyed it garters and stuff
tellin the truth not a bluff
blacktop playground and pogs and teams
we'd play hard and let out screams
PE class on hardwood floor
play games we'd never done before
and when i visit its all the same
things havend really changed
cept the kids are at school
and im the music fool
i want to film it
but we'll see
you never know
what future brings.

LA seems to be the next spot

LA seems to be the next spot
on our trip around the clock
trying to see cool places
and bring ourselves to refreshing spaces
there's tar pits with dino bones
and kids walkin round like mick jones
the weathers hot 24/7
and the beach is a sandy surfer heaven
kids there are into flicks
they love the celebs see what makes 'em tick
and dress with style ismandatory
the style seems to be a little boring
food is meant to be quite good
but i hoesntly dont mean to be rude
id prefer a raw veg
to any of these burger dredges
sunset strip and the warm sun
people say its alot of fun
i have no idea ive never been
it'll be something new ive never seen
she's been before but long ago
and who knows if its like that anymore
we're going by car and it'll be fun
but its a long way off certainly not next door
we've driven alot lately
its been quite amazing
but it can tire you out
really does knock you down
but if you rest a bit
you can feel like a new kid
and thats when youre ready
to take the car steady
aim it west
and drive the distance
hold your breath
dont miss this
the midwest had its day
and now we're going to a new state
it'll be better than this
lets seal this with a kiss
im ready for something new
i dont know abotu you
but there's lots to do
and it'll be cool, yes it'll rule.

anitas around with her contacts in

anita's around with her contacts in
i see smiles comin out shinin through from within
she's got a bounce in her step
and she's learnin about the treble clef
we're off to boston soon
but LA's our target for the moment
and once, every blue moon
we just let loose and're blindly roamin
the cars prepped she's seen to that
and the clothes're washed she does that too
and she loves the wii i got not long back
and im glad she loves the tube
she's smiling with her contacts
sees her face for the first time
who would've thought she'd react so much
biggest smile i've seen in awhile
she's got a gig with the eye folks
down at the mall down the street
she'll grab subs for me n her
and cookies and apples for us to eat
got her some clothes from the pawn shop
she lost alot on our trips
we'll take some more before we move
her red gown likes to rip
she's off to the store out the side
thats our avoidance of my folks
the trees fallen down in front of the way
she loves eggs even yolks
off she rides in my red car
got her clothes from the thrift store
the cops her are a nightmare
she knows well about that uproar
im glad she's around these days
we wake up in a daze
its nice to have company in bed
the mattress thin but better than dead
she plays music with me too
we've got our band its cool
we play shows and stuff like that
and did some time in the studio it ruled
we're both lookin forward to movin
it'll be a chance to do somethin new
and when we get there it'll be a blast
one of those moments of which there's few.

strained things with my mom

strained things with my mom
are pained means to an end
we get some words between us
but they're all we can depend
she's kinda crazy
and bit of a freak
likes things tidy
and quite neat
there's not much room
to maneuver with her
she likes things controlled
sometmies i ignore her
but she's my mum
and im her son
not much to say
but get shit done
i fixed things up
three years ago
now we've got
a better home
the familys grown
and we're all better
its nice to have
things not be bitter
but she's always cooking
in the kitchen
thats where she likes herself
either that or bitchin
but never tell herthat
she'll have your head
she's old school
and knock you out instead
conservative background
in the convent
nuns and stuff
she loves to compliment
smiles alot
and kinda kind
but very rigid
and sometimes fury blinds
but at heart she's great
my mum after all
the one and only
another brick in the wall

my sisters not quite my friend

my sisters not quite my friend
we may not have each others back inthe end
but i knew her when she was days old
and i had her head in my hand back then
she doesnt really like my girl
and cant stand that i live at home
she's off at school
and lives all alone
she had a roommate
but they didnt get on
she left the place
bills piling on
mom n me n anita cleaned
the mess they left
she hasnt changed must
and imnot impressed
but she's good at heart
that comes out sometimes
we went to florida
and had a good time
she enjoyed our friends
from back in england
i guess theyre long lived
and people she can depend
but she's a bitch
from time to time
enters the house
and commits a crime
yells alot
and orders us around
things we're here
to follow barking sounds
but she's off her rocker
their money feeds her
she needs to respect
their parental order
theyre old school
and she doesnt give a shit
to her
theyre insignificant blips
she was once nice
but those days are gone
no longer smiles
instead just forlorn

my dad was born in india

my dad was born in india
he lived there long ago
65 years old today
that's certainly a long way to go
he started out there
and stayed for 31 years
got his education
grew out his beard
then went over to england
and stayed for 20 more
that's where i was born
of tolkienesque lore
then out to the states
for about fourteen
not that great of a place
if you know what i mean
but he's done alot
in his time around
traveled a bunch
and loud packs of hounds
taken alot of flights
and quite a few drives
i remember those
from when i was five
i used to live
with him in the 90s
my mom n sis
to them we were back east
omlette mornings
and bachelor pad
married to a wife
she made me mad
crisps and trains
and toys for me
rainbow rain
and soccer cleats
culdesac
and trilevel house
tropical rains
and a household mouse
perhaps ill convince him
to take another trip
one more left
of the mug he takes a sip

as we walk down to places as we once knew long ago

as we walk down to places as we once knew long ago
there are things that you oughta know
as we know the people who drive around here
we better not be scared in the ways they do fear
and ill tell you bud youve gotta hold tight
because otherwise you might not last the night
these people all walk around tend to be lookin for a fight
so if you want to make it through then dont take this light
we've got to walk a mile through this sludge
dont eat to much of that chocolate fudge
youve gotta stay light on those feet to be
completely and utterly undeniably free
as we talk about all the things youlf face
dont try and fall into disgrace
some of these people dwell on shame and such shit
but dont let it get you stuck up dont let it
youve gotta be smart, smart enough to win
and if yuo dont then bud youl ljust start again
we've got to be better than those in the latter
and then you'll be fitter and not anwhere near fatter
yeah dude the latter point was a fun one
but youve gotta try hard to be fun
and if you wanna be smilin at 95
then better act like youre completely alive
there's things we've got to mention if you're OK
like bein a cool dude and not actni completely gay
not in the sense of sex but moreso the sense of class
i mean dont be someone that someone'd call a compelte ass
so go on and be cool and do amazin things
there's a whole world out there that can be changed
but if you dont bother then the day will be done and last
you want the oppertunity to rearrange
youre the mighty one the man with the plan dude
dont can it just plan it accordingly and try not to be rude
there's so may ways to be massive and try to pick just one
at least so you can be good dont fall upon
there's so many failings a man can fall into
so dont be one of those casualties jstu do what youd o
and eventually youll be rewarded for the work at hand
but youve got to make sure that youre gonna be in demand
over time youll find a place where people like you lots
and until that day just continue with your plots
and dont be worried if people dont like you
just keep on workin and just do what you do.

feelin rhymes in my head

feelin rhymes in my head
as i lie down in this white bed
we wonder how the hell we got our heads full of lead
so we write down shit and think deep instead
as i walk down these steets here
oh yes, a new imagine seems to be quite clear
as i look out into the faces of the people strained with fear
they warn me aplenty to not get near
the beaches here are shit thats a fact bub
you dont need to get near to know youll be snubbed
dont rub them the wrong way or youll get mugged
as they walk its just a shoulder to be shrugged
dont walk all around tryin to cause mischief
you know far better than to do that shit
as if youd o then theyll knock you out
so walk around and act like youve got clout
and as we look to the east and watch the water near
we wonder how the hell did we get here
we're in a city thats more shitty than city
yeah next to new york this place is itty bitty
as i type i remember all the fools here
they seem to walk tall without any fear
but dude they seem to be far too near
i dont really like it way out here
i once lived in this town
when i was younger thats when they kept me around
i was a kid in the lost and found
now im grown up i come back around
listening to beats i can acheive
all the things i used never believe
but you can swear to percieve
these words are comin with a heave
as i walk tall with my head held high
i look straight up to the blue sky
and i think real big like a man with a mission
yeah im here today with a history revision
im gonna pull the weeds from my mind
all the people that suck that were sour and unkind
theyre all gone and im startin a new
and we'll start over just me and you
beats in my head keep my mind rollin on
as i think of words to put into this song
and we'll roll out when the sun does set
we'll dream about drivin a corvette.

craig fergusons on tv and we watch gleefully

craig fergusons on tv and we watch gleefully
as the guy cracks his jokes
from scotland so he says
a true british bloke
and thats where i once hailed from
whilst a child for sure
and as he tells his jokes from hell
i sense the british lure
its a reminder of a place i used to enjoy
where i once lived and schooled
and i had all sorts of friend and likes
they really had me fooled
i thought id be staying for quite awhile
instead i moved quite soon
it wasnt all that great you see
being shipped off to the moon
well it might as well have been lunar
as the people i'd met on theother side
were completely strange and unfamiliar
and it wasn't a smooth ride
in fact for years i struggled with it
the lost people and places
moving so many times after
it just wasnt more than running races
and the few friends i made over years
were alike only in misery
as that became my calling card
all pleasure a former history
and so my crowd became quite sour
dysfunction rife and pure
and that led me out of studies and stuff
drugs and dysfunction for sure
death soon befell a friend
and that woke me up
i stopped with the drinking then
and cleaned myself up
got home and started to talk with family
and again began a relation
and we we spoke about many things
they became aware of my situation
so now we're here this tenuous state
where they know me better
and hopefully this will lead to things
great to the letter

mall cop people pushing us around

mall cop people pushing us around
telling us to leave if we dont conform
the rules of the place make it feel like a compound
this guy certainly deviates from norm
apparently its wrong and against policy
to take photographs for personal use
theyre fearing corporate espionage
but thats a far fetched claim of abuse
our photos are for our own enjoyment
and at most the pursuit of art
but instead they're content with sending out the goons
and giving us a head-start
no photography in the mall
this is your final warning
the idiot then walks briskly away
leaving us shocked and snarling
how dare this fool tell us whats what
its our camera after all
we bought it clearly fair and square
there's nothing special about this mall
if i can see it then pictures are fine
thats my own figuring
if its not meant to photographed at all
then make it invisble, considering
otherwise youre a fool to be amazed with a photo
if you can see it youll want to save it
otherwise they'll just keep on going around
bothering people about stupid bits
pictures are for the pleasure of people
is this place designed so well
just so people can catch a glance
what a silly thing seems to have befell
the rules are made for corporate interest
this is meant to be private grounds
they let you in if you comply with rules
never visible in the compound
instead they remind you with their goons
like bouncers to a club
only this place has children mothers and fathers
and bouncers have the wrong rub
so perhaps theyll come to their senses
and malls will be stricken
either change the rules or avoid the stores
rules needing a fresh revision

darkness endures in the basement cold

darkness endures in the basement cold
there's things on the ground and i'm feeling bold
the cops seem to be in our neighborhood
but they're doing far more than they ever really should
pulling you over for driving home
questioning you and making you groan
is this a good use of my own money
trying to pay this guy is rather funny
they dont deserve our payment for this
this isnt what we intended
the police are working a little overactive
and if this continues ill call their superintendant
they should know better than to bother random people
no crime committed so whats the big deal
i dont see why a person cant drive a car
i havent given up that right yet jar
but yet they stare and it seems strange
what gives them flight and gives them wings
the gas in engines paid for by people
and cars ponished clean without any dings
this for what, the bothering of the public?
is this really what they trained themselves for
there's better things they can do with their time
they need to search for something more
perhaps a boring night is just that
law of course only matters after the fact
preventative law is kinda against us
we're all about freedom of all types in the US
so dont try and play the intimidation game
youre not qualified for that kind of raid
so trying to poke and pull us around
is just something that makes you look like a made
take off the frock and put on the uniform
make sure you know what youre doing
dont bother with people who havent done wrong
and then you'll make good measure of who youre screwing
yes understand tickets can be a pain
but they dont solve at all the crime game
especially when the ticket is for people
driving their car home, for real
there's better ways to spend cop dollars
cop cars and hours need to be handled
and if they arent its an immense waste
laws protect but only after youre manhandled.

lots of bands have met my ears

lots of bands have met my ears
and some have stuck through the years
but after i finished my last beer
there wasn't much that seemed clear
sigur ros seems to be quite good
they can on occasion jolt me into a good mood
but other times it seems rather dark
the music slow and dramatic and stark
and same goes for many a band
as they seem good once and yet again bland
i dont know what accounts for my taste
but often time i feel ponderings a waste
instead there's perhaps a mood for the crude
other times you're feeling rather rude
perhaps you'd rather sit and brood
or lean back with shades and be a cool dude
there's many different ways to feel
and each song has its own style
that's the way to test whats real
use your own computer files
discern whats good and whats not worth it
and then go through and immerse with it
that which seems to be better than most
soemthing which you could envisage for giving a toast
music is losing its connection sometimes
as you overlisten you can become blind
like moving pieces of sigur ros history
can instead become background noise blistering
the key to keep these things quite fresh
is to never really get too meshed
there's more to it than fanning hte flame
let the music stand alone and seldom speak its name
thats the only way it can move you often
because of course prostituting anything is wrong
and if you abuse yourself so often
you can't be surprised if you soon hate this song
so instead of trying to follow along close
just let yourself do whatever it is you do most
except mix it up with something quite different
have a taste of this and dont provoke the ghost
then you go through and do your own thing
see what each day and night seems to bring
as you come into contact with a new way to sing
remind yourself dont be like ting tings...

games seem wrong somehow

games seem wrong somehow
the people that play them weird
i dont know why but after the convention
it was worse than i feared
the people there were kindof a scare
and i'd considered them all strange
portly and stout and childish yet 30
there was a wide range
people'd talk of the silliest thing
and make it into their passion
and i'd thought what a waste for these people to retort
without much wit or ration
so i left feeling glum and having wasted my life
playing games for strange deranged people
and i never did play that same game again
whilst for others it continued to be their steeple
pentecostle game-evangelist
preaching their ways to the people
but like some people like to paint the church
this man was just pure evil
why bother wasting your time with a shitty like pursuit
fo items and of stats
are those really all that matters to you
is your likfe really that outa whack
to me its like the challnege was the win
and not really in the gear
but to these people its strange thats not the case
it was worse than i'd feared
the coders though ahve the job
they do all the cool shit
make the world with their keys
i want in on that bit
i'd love to design my own shit
like an artist with a brush
do it the way you feel it needs
the way you feel it must
and then youll have a true expression
a world of your own
something youve tweaked from every angle
bloody wince and groan
but then who'd play your own game
if it was meant for you
perhaps noone but yourself
but then that's all you wanted dude

the car was our home

the car was our home
as we drove along
on the long lonely road
listening to icelandic song
and we sung our own ones
as we had our chances
in the hotel rooms
midnight romances
had a few drinks
and a few swims
water was quite neat
saw cars with cool rims
sex on the balconey
and roomservice ordered
visited familiar faces
fun and depression often bordered
but we saw a great deal
and walked on the beach
collected sea shells
and the water once out of reach
later in florida we dove in
and waded rather deep
that seemed to be anitas goal
but to me i'd rather sleep
none the less i sanded out
and got completely drenched
she was glad and smiling big
me with fists clenched
and now we're here back in the spot
the carpeted floor basement
the trees knocked over still from before
and the stump grows to our amazement
theres men outside nothing new there
working away on something
not sure what theyre working on
but its probably better than nothing
and the new car craze my dads in
seems to be unrelenting
always asking about the minis
and as yet unconvincing
we'll move soon if things go well
bostons shores call us
revere beach had some amazing moments
so i dont see why there's fuss.

1895

1895
is when my grandfather was born
long ago for sure
and his sons and daughters surely timeworn
my mother doesnt look it
but its a strange connection indeed
over one hundred years a span
a family stretching beyond belief
and i am the third in the family
the generation of here
they were teh first to come to the country
in my childhood years
i am told of his sotries as a worker
his parents died whilst young
and he as a child had to work
for food certainly not fun
medals were awarded and he worked with companies
that were critical to indias success
tata iron and steel was the place
where he was known for being the best
he never didi go to school for he
was called to work right away
and then of course he'd go to work
and never miss a day
i never met my grandfather
he's meant to have died when i was young
perhaps before i dont really know
but thats certainly a sad song to be sung
none the less i know of him now
and he seems like a cool guy
and as far as this aging thing seems to go
we all seem to be yong for life
at least in the mind if you dont resign
yoruself to the idea youre going to be dead
instead let yourself do all sorts of things
all those ideas in your head
aftere all this is the point of having a life
considered well lived
and so you go forth and do what you can
to make your happiness bid
and perhaps focus upon what you like
and do what you know
keep yourself working hard
and your joy will surely grow

brother sister mom n dad

brother sister mom n dad
and sammy come to town
they seem to act raving mad
and certainly brought me down
it doenst make sense how they acted then
you should be more welcoming
i get you might be kinda sad
but that nitpicking isnt helping
stop with the arguing and have some manners
it tends to help things
youre english for godsakes where'd it all go
you know what bad blood brings
instead of just making a scene
why not make it better
smile a bit and get to know me
and you'll know me to the letter
i after all drive sixteen hours
just to see you all
and now im here youre making it seem
i'd basically wrested on false default
it was a fucking idiots decision to come
and i was no saint ill admit
but you cant just come and sling your shit
i've swallowed forteen years of grit
you have the good life and dont even know it
thinking america is just like any other
get to know my hell if you dare
then perhaps you can be my brother
we were after all raised to be family
but you dont seem to enjoy that
at least you scolded me like perhaps a nanny
but otherwise the rest fell flat
we drove so long and got dissed like that
but still we played for you
shouldnt that give you a bloody clear sign
we're not just american fools
i came because i remember you all
from my childhood long ago
and hopefully you remember as well good friends
else we've got a connection no more
so decide if you must what you think of me
i know quite clear where i stand
if you want me to leave then just let me know
i dont need an adult to take my hand.

the kirby kid has run away

the kirby kid has run away
he drove far in his car
we paid his gas he went on his way
and drove away real far
he wanted us to follow him
a tall order indeed
we had a drive ahead of us
and this one was without need
instead of stopping and chatting a bit
he just blew up on the phone
naming names and hurting feelings
the guys got a heart of chrome
he mentioned burial in our talkings
a guy he seems to respect
but its silly how he seems to act these days
ultimately sheer direspect
it doesnt make sense to act like that
just drive away like a pansy
if youc alled us up and we visit on birthdays
you should do more than act like a nancy
his mother was worried and i talked her straight
he just needs to commit to a camera
but apparently the video isnt what he wants
he wants a point and shoot panorama
it doesnt make sense he majored in film
but then he's never made much sense
the dude might be brilliant and smart at times
but on the whole he's just plain dense
you can't believe you'll make it far
taking shitty little shots
where the fuck'll that get you to
you'll just be one of hte have nots
so the kid who was once a guy i ate meals with
is now not more than a creep
after all he stood by while the ambulence carted me
giving me months of nightmared sleep
there was no need for the pickup
he knew this in his head
but he let it happen anyway
with his heart of led
the cowardly lion strikes again
then afterwards wants to be friends
but of course i swear never again
the dudes habits are evidently plain

the teacher has sought me out

the teacher has sought me out
and i dnt know if its good
he seemed like a strange guy
one who knew more than he should
but the guy before was a better one
havnig us write quite a bit
all those poems in the packet
containing adolescent wit
they seemed to be what i prized
and somehting i enjoyed
i dont know why that was the cause
but it was a concept with which i toyed
and here i am before the desk
half one if you must
the keys are pressed in proper order
and wafting a brownie musk
the fan does blow a gentle roar
and cold is my back
perhaps not good for my health
prompting a sneeze attack
but the place is a mess with things all about
wrappers near my feet
and the clothes are washed or so she says
perhaps soon atlantic waters we'll meet
the concern is the college we havent yet found
we dont know if there's any
but we'll go over there and look through the five
and see if they're worth the penny
so i'll find an apartment and live over there
and come up with a new plan
there'll be icelandic and england flights
and perhaps i'll be boston's man
we might do well in the music scene
if they like our sort of stuff
i dont know really what they're about
but rumor has it they're kinda rough
punks not my style though it was once hers
but she doesn't really follow it much
back in the day she was one of the punk show chicks
but of course we're basement-ed and such
so now we're packing at least in our minds
figuring out the next step
as i trace out my memories of life's past fuckups
i sit up and do mental reps.

past becomes present

past becomes present
as people visit us
and its strange but neat
that we're considering the bus
teh costs are cheap
and she's championed that
why does it matter
as a matter of fact
ive got eight years
of funds so they say
so why am i spending
every living day
fretting about cost
when cost doesnt matter
dont bother me
with your routine, mad hatter
just step back and leave me
ill do my own thing
im tired of these reigns
though they do make you sing
you throw so much at me
and maybe its beyond you
to be able to change fully
maybe im the true fool
we dont allow ourselves
to really get involved
instead its all cursory
perhaps problem solved
the car was a mess
and its because youre rather dense
you never clean it up
and throw every possible defence
and all the arguments
are terrible to stomache
you just sit there and fight
like a bloody lummoch
and im here in the meantime
trying to do my thing
but its hard to do all that
with the way that you sing
causing all the ringing
and probably permanent damage
but don't you worry
i'll probably be able to manage.

is she a good thing

is she a good thing
i dont really know
maybe she's causing
my numbers to be low
she says she stops songs
and i dont really see it
but maybe she does
when she throws fits
is this good for me
am i lagging behind
and what is she getting
from being unkind
is this really the case
am i really her bitch
i kinda fought that
would this make me a snitch
all things worth discussing
and writing about
hold some importance
despite causing right routes
but we must press on
into oblivion
and keep the songs sun
and the deeds done
as we keep our minds able
of writing solid fables
we cant think
in the grip of those who dont blink
fear is an enemy
that few seem to know
at least over here
in the midwestern glow
you are left to do nothing
and sit around with control
this seems to be their
primary role
limit the mind
be quite unkind
and if anyone dares
just call them witless and blind
is this me now
am i now chained
will i be ruined
and perhaps arraigned?

the press works on

the press works on
as the words press on
and i keep the meaning
as i keep thoughts streaming
and the sound of clicks
and midwestern hics
hiccuping to their beers
and their bars of fears
the malls are private
news to me
cant do certain things
like photography
they'll threaten you with goons
and bother you plenty
kinda strange
makes you feel kinda empty
but these controls
seem to hold you back
and im not sure
but im taking up the slack
is this conservative manipulation
trying to misconstrue the translation
keeping me admist
a bevy of lips kissed
i should know better
but blinded by blunder
im stuck asunder
while she commits murder
execute the mind
quite unkind
but the shame is potent
rotten to the rind
people control
and don't allow
much freedom to think
they'd rather have a cow
and instead of frolicing
im left in a cage
and i can't help but think
this all but nurtures my rage
now the anger is clear
but i need it understood
that while she's near
it's never good

nothing worth doing

nothing worth doing
should be taken lightly
the dude said work
and i guess i'll get to it sprightly
we're in this basement
a common placement
perhaps a peculiar arrangement
one forged on former estrangement
the family is tenuous
but together for now
and the aunt and uncle
seemed to have a cow
one called me down
the other called me a fighter
perhaps those may be
but there's more to this writer
get to know me
if you dare
you'll learn a bit
if you care
and then we'll see
what you're made of
was that absense
properly explained, gov?
the kid we left
kinda weird
paid for gas
left as we feared
moaned on the phone
and mimiced my girl
makes me angry
as the sails unfurl
what a fool
and a stranger
tries to call me friend
but he's more like danger
stay far away
and never call again
that seems to be
my own personal omen
no more of that
dysfunction retreat
boston calls
and so we drive east

catching up on the counter

catching up on the counter
things are in disorder
the number is lower
with the writing being slower
i dont know whats up
but we just went on a trip
spent about a month
going back and forth in a sip
the water tastey and nuggets greased
not much to be said for conditioning
teh cool airs gone but we're better off now
with the sun out skin glistening
we walked the beaches
and met the friends
some of them weird
and the trip sure had its bends
but we won some over
and got rid of others
the one who were bothers
living with mothers
the other was better
with mom dad sis and bro
came over here
for the florida beach glow
and we met 'em down there
in disney's corner
walkin the sands
took 'em out to the bar as it were
open micc'ed and got their attention
opened their minds and eyes
they seemed to be happier over there
no longer wearing the disguise
but the disingenuous nature
of their family caper
seemed to drive me
kinda into vapor
i was barely there
kinda square
but managed to pull
out a pear
and the top hat magicked
as they stood back and panicked
this was the trip
they thought they'd rather skip

dude says get over it

dude says get over it
but im thinkin why the fuck should i
this is after all
the legacy of my life
she's like why you wanna go
back over to that fuckin place
i guess she does't understand
my kinda headspace
porblem is people dont get where im comin from
its not a pretty place
got taken far away
from my familiar space
dumped in a foreign land
with a note in my hand
walkin into class
no longer in demand
kids'd laugh if i walked down halls
swearin i looked funny
i can't control what my folks make me wear
that shit could make your tears runnie
and the chick'd play jokes
and grab my leg
but they'd never be around
for dates even when begged
the one that said yes
she was kindof strange
but she was brown skin
she was in my range
we held hands
talked a bit
she said i had hairy legs
and that was the end of that shit
back home it was so different
the kids with the uniform
we played our sports with pride
and people wouldn't even realize they'd comformed...
we had pride and history
the ground was ancient stone
hundreds of years of students
made you feel meaning in your bones
fourteen years and people forget
no home there any longer
just a burning desire to get out east
on the cobblestone streets we'll wander

nanak was a freethinker

nanak was a freethinker
made up his own mind
came from one background
created something of a new kind
preached his word to people
traveled 'round the country
met all sorts of people
offered random sundries
people thought to follow him
made him into their leader
followed him wherever he went
he was their thought feeder
they turned the teachings into religion
no longer was it the thought of one man
but a movement of men who thought it good
each doing the best that they can
but the fallicy of religion
is in its organization
you can't expect revelation
when all you're doing is imitation
nanak had it right
when he thoguht for himself
making the right decision
not to be like everybody else
we can learn from that
the example he's given us
live well and strong
and on semantics don't make a fuss
it's the big picture that matters
otherwise you're mired with detail
that which keeps you fromseeing the true workings
and you will be derailed
hair is not important
while a trapping of the culture
was not a thought of the man
the concept originator
and children should be not raised
to learn of the dogma
deep spiritual thought processes
robbing childhood gives bad karma
and in the end we're what we want
not what we came from
that thought is what distinguishes us
from the animal kingdom

as the career hangs in the balance

as the career hangs in the balance
and the band takes the stage
i stand back in my basement
and start to feel my age
my uncle says life is short
you can't dare turn back time
says it like i dont know
its been written into rhyme
aunt comes down after many years
and sees her dear sister
been awhile since she's been around
i could probably admit i missed her
and my sisters around yelling at folk
then goes straight to bed
heart certainly cold as ice
snoring as soon as she's fed
my dad holds it all together with skill
even got late for work
but he drove down to cincy none the less
never a visible jerk
mom was glad her familys around
a rare treat for her
she moved away from chicago's comfort
now living in the sticks as it were
and anita taking many photographs
capturing every face
she's gotten quite good with the point and click
does it with style and grace
we saw the museum where the aircraft are kept
and stood next to world war two fighters
the sights were immense and the scale amazing
in the end food for this writer
a brownie sits next to my arm
and tastes rather stale
but the sweet taste is a welcome one
although if compared this taste pales
and cookies on the desk bought days ago
with rasberry sauce all over
taste real sweet perhaps too much so
but anitas found a dough and sugar lover
the lightning strike brought an end to the tree
as it lay flat on the ground
men came with axes and took it away
no more leaves to make wind sound

band we saws doing well

band we saws doing well
kinda makes us feel like we smell
arent we good enough to book a show?
sometmies i just dont know
my uncles in town today
has stories from his old age
wrote a book of poems you see
and he loves when you listen when he speaks
my dad would sit back and clear his throat
sixty years old but acts like a kid
in indian style youve gotta respect your elders
and i guess this was his respect attempt bid
moms glad to see her brother
been awhile since theyve been together
for her its nary a bother
lifelong bond they'll share forever
sister shuffles about upstairs
you can hear the noise with the bangs
shuffles and scuffles we scantly hear of
its been awhile since its been me whom she rang
anitas here typing away
we'll have an argument and settle it by key
she's sad she can't play like i do
i write the songs though i don't mean to be mean
my loop setups all arranged
got a corner in the room
it pumps some life into this place
shines a light through the gloom
bostons been a beacon to us
might be a future home
but we'll have to drive
and that'll certainly make me groan
she's got no passport yet
we can't go to the uk without it
the big cities hand those out
tough to get it out her without a fit
glad to find an icecream thats nice
purple and orange are my type
she's alright with the red
whichs fine its the one i dont like
sammy seemed to like skype
its just not my thing really
being out in the states
i guess im just settling into being a yankee

here we go we drive our car far

here we go we drive our car far
no one knows where we'll end up now
when we drive we'll smile a big smile
sun will set we drive our car miles

visiting the kid

visiting the kid
a friendship bid
his birthdays near
fucked up kid
we're down the roa
down south some more
atlata georgia
the ATL's sore
a black town
kinda cool for that fact
got cultural shock
as you walk round clinging to tact
cops all over
two on this street
one down there
a horrible treat
the highway near
raining down
heavy showers
pattering sound
we've got a drive
not much longer
then we're home
a month younger
air conditioner
hum in my head
with my girlfriend
lying in bed
laptop patter
and keyboard stutter
the guitar strings broken
i dont know any other
the kids my past
we shared meals
i guess thats part
of the deal
we've got the times
in our heads
and its birthday time
im no longer led
we cut the circle
its just me and her
no longer fools
you know the word

potters on

potters on
she got a talk with her dad
called her mom
made her seem mad
drove in the car
down the road
found this place
shoddy abode
bugs in the face
fan in the air
sticky floor
over there
food down the street
hard to be healthy
so much meat
eight years left on wealthy
my words do flow
my girl does sing
my dad does call
what will tomorrow bring
perhaps england
if things go well
might take a flight
this american hell
im not real sure
what i want
but my past
has taught me alot
ive learned about shit
that wasnt very good
all sorts of crap
learned from the hood
now im old
enough to stand
enough to drive
to fly and land
and perhaps ill take flight
to foreign lands
to see new things
attend to global demands
but meanwhile this hotel
houses my body
with flying bugs
and bed not too shoddy

opening a mind

opening a mind
is kindof strange
with lennon on
and a naked girl
we roam around
perhaps deranged
we spin in circles
let our minds unfurl
the animals are killed
turned into products
tested for safety
of people
its all so accepted
the abuse of life
the bastardization of these creatures
folks oriented under the steeple
none of it makes sense
nor do my folks
and sometimes neither do i
with the things i pull
but im the sum of what ive seen
i am what im surrounded with
sometmies im a fool with who i have around
ive got no appetite stomache full
they say leave the toxic behind
but i like to keep them around
dont ask me why
it doesnt make sense
but if i try
i can pry them away
they have a hold
sometimes im dense
but ive got a mind
and im starting to use it
somethings triggered
and it seems to work
ive got new thought
and emotions are coming
long laid hidden
i acted a jerk
change is a coming
i chase it
i am different
that is apparent

the friends we met

the friends we met
from when i was two
were kindof strange
but cool too
we went to the mall
and looked at things
in a rush
when the fat lady sings
hiding from cameras
the sister did
didnt want a picture
and so she hid
met at the beach
outside the hotel
came from virginia
it was just as well
the father would bark
and insist on repeating
but over time
that became more fleeting
the mom was tired
with eyes wrinkled
i thanked her for my sister
and her eyes then twinkled
younger brother would hide
stuck with his dad
acted shy
but his work ethic was rad
and sam was cool
the kid i knew longest
was kinda quiet
breaking ice was a test
we managed an open mic
two came
we played our set
thirty minutes without refrain
dinner with steak
a restaurant near disney
burka discussion
salad didn't seize me
old friends from home
visit rarely
but we drove two days
and caught them barely

figuring stuff out

figuring stuff out
i laid a hand
learned from daddy
the family brand
forced her down
she couldnt move
fought back
both bound to lose
mysoginist past
horrible parent
mother locked away
she'd speak but daren't
suddenly its sour
i dont feel right
the touch's strange
after that fight
wonder whats wrong
was that kid right
writing this song
a drunken sight
death threats
and telling the future
how could i have guessed
he had it pegged to the suture
now i feel terrible
i raised a hand
forced her down
terrible man
things are wrong
so i write this song
try to get along
bang the gong
music surrounds
breeze blows
sent myself to the pound
chain gang working in rows
commit the crime
do your time
at least
thats my rhyme
we'll fix this
move on
be much better
and sing this song

she expects so much

she expects so much
yet gives so little
im tired of bending over
she just belittles
im tired of giving up
i have ideas but she never listens
we drive all over the place
and then with tears her face glistens
she whines about everything
and always tries to get her way
im feeling misled
like im being led astray
i know she's hot
and i know she's nice
but sometimes its bad
she gives suspect advice
she'll scream and cry
and call me a stranger
how can i be nice
when she calls me a danger
i ask her to stop
she nods and agrees
but within an hour
she's revealed a tease
i dont like how i have to sit back
while she does what she likes
im tired of just watching things go
she plays around with trikes
this is a bum rap
i dont think i bargained for this
im tired of being the doorman
if this were a film i'd boo and hiss
was this a mistake
have we come too far
she makes me feel good
but throws fits in the car
sixteen hours
and we're back home
she constantly mentions money
which makes me groan
will we last
i dont know
but this daily adventure
is ever fast never slow

the drank up drug strains my brain

the drank up drug strains my brain
back is out and necks in pain
feet are sore sobriety commitment in vain
drowned by the ice cubed drink
every variety seems real strange
the tastes are harsh and drinkers deranged
the tastes vary there's quite a range
so now i write and think
we've drunk our fair share over the years
it's been a party affair
we'd go out to gas stops and buy a few beers
a whisp of spontenaity in the air
but vomit and spills
spoiled beer entrails
as ones stomache does fill
you're led stumbling to bed
and pains in the brain
remind you of the muscle strain
the experience urges you refrain
from completely mincing your head
and there's no gain
from drinking games
except perhaps a lewd name
tracing the conversation and things said
we look around and see a room
there's not much around but things've been shuffled
and there's an air of mental gloom
we've had our feathers ruffled
we've gone down to another bar
and drank the great selection
i should've instead gotten to the car
being at home would've been perfection
but here we are in the room
outside the rain pours too soon
and the pool is empty too
but we may swim again
and drinks were had perhaps too many
if there was point its lost i cant see any
instead ive got head pains and nary a penny
lets go drive and meet a friend.
here we are in a room
the air conditioning fans us cold
and though there is a lurking gloom
sigur ros makes me feel bold.

poolside playpen

poolside playpen
golfcourse rainy glen
roadside cop convention
internet a godsend invention
highway mistakes send us to other places
jokes made and angrily remembered
just another meeting of familiar faces
words spoken overruled and unheard
drive made through the fields
rest stops every now and then
gas station fillups a necessity
travel makes boys into men
girlfriend warmth on the bed
food on a tray ordered and eaten
skin scratched itchy and red
and bruises appear as if ones beaten
eggs and television,
art on the wall
intricate carpet
and outlet malls
sandy beaches
crustation bones
yelling old lady
and hurricane homes
cyclones in the sky
staring tourists gaze amazed
large birds fly by
struck on the surface skin barely grazed
kid and his clan
visiting the town
prompting our arrival
and discussions making me frown
forced friendship
at the age of two
father's vowed
never again to do
the sorts of things
he pulled back then
im trying real hard
to go back again
one day we'll be
in england man
that'll be the day
i'll be put together again.

sittin in the hotel room

sittin in the hoetl room
claped in the seat of doom
girls gone all the way to the moon
but left me alone
htings seems strange this way
never thought i'd see the day
how did this shit rearrange
but there goes my new home
i dont understand
was it something i said
is it my gut
do i have bad breath?
you say you dont want me
and im left wondering
why do you mistreat me
just leaves me pondering
misery begins to grasp
and i can feel the weight of this task
this ship snapped at the mast
misery seems to sweep over
tumbling down the hole
i thought i knew my role
you long ago had your dancer pole
we're trying to be sober
but things just dont seem right
its just a constant fight
im supposed to keep out of sight
and i cant joke anymore
where's the fun
are we done?
i feel glum
meanwhile you lay there and snore
then the sister calls
and as if you wake from withdrawls
and suddely the tears dont fall
as they discuss the important things
as she hangs up
i know she's hung up
on feeling stuck
what craziness this day brings
the resort is wet
the birds fly round
the rain has fallen
on the ground

when you look into the sky you always seem to watch the clouds go by

when you look into the sky you always seem to watch the clouds go by
and when youre down you tend to frown nobodys around now
days are slow and we are boring there are times where we are snoring
the night is young and we'll have fun we'll go outside and get it done
im so tired
im wired
im tired
and im wired

michael jacksons dead

michael jacksons dead
and my sisters in england
and im playing guitar
encouraging good feelings
anitas here
typing out her feelings
thinkin to myself
i wanna go to england

millie wanted to tell me
that i shouldnt be fixated
but she's a conservative
and i dont like it
boston seems to be
the next place for me
school will be soon
mother and father will be pleased

a man with a top hat enters the stage

a man with a top hat enters the stage
he has a black cane
he wears a bow tie and black suit
he doesnt have a penny to his name
his gloves has holes
his tie is torn
he has a cracked monacle
his shoe soles are worn
i heard he was from england
at least that's what i've been told
i wonder what he's up to
he doesn't look very old
i see a patchwork backpack
on his back
i wonder whats in there
i saw him at the track
he's got a weird look
he's all worn down
he looks kinda crazy
and he always seems to wear a frown
i wear a top hat
and i have a black cane
i wear a black suit
not a penny to my name
my gloves have holes
and my tie's torn
i've got a cracked monacle
and my shoe souls are worn
i think im from england
at least thats what im told
wonder what i'll do today
i'm really not all that old
i've got a patchwork backpack
slung on my back
i don't remember whats in there
last week i went betting at the track
i've got a cool look
my gears all worn down
i'm kinda hazy
don't really like to frown
he walks down the street
i cant see him anymore
i dont know where he came from
and wondering about it's a bore...

education is a problem

education is a problem
finding it is a pain
we're encouraged to solve them
but what if we choose to refrain
the fools say we need papers
schools want us to sign
four years of college capers
just initial on the dotted line
sign away your rights
and get assaulted by dogma
teach you to abandon fights
encourage the listening of yo-yo ma
i never liked crowds
and ive never liked stares
some people are so loud
i feel like nobody cares
i sit on a cramped up couch
and i listen to my computer hum
i gaze out of my window
and i feel like a basement bum
my friends were never friends
i've moved alot of times
i've been focusing on self-tending
occasionally i write rap rhymes
a fool at the bar
insulted my rap skills
its easy to insult from afar
but i'd like to know how you earn your bills
i see you polishing the table
and i see you doing the grunt work
your career is more of a fable
you're just a barkeep jerk
the summer is a'coming
i'm planning my future
birds are outside singing
take a college brochure
i dont know what to major in
i dont know where to begin
for many years ive been asked to fit in
now im looking within
music is fun and writing is cool
i want to be an influence
i could hit the streets or go to school
one may lead to affluence

indian kids are looking for somebody ot play

13 - indian(3) kids are looking(7) for somebody to play(13)
13- there's nobody (4) stage is empty (8) nobody (11) is there (13)
13- we are brown (3) but that does not (7) indicate (10) our mind no
13- inside our heads (4) we are grey (7) thats all you (10) need to know
13- children grow up (4) with strict parents (8) there's lots kept from them
13- its not healthy (4) hurts them dearly (8) personalized hell (13)
13- moving countries (4) oppertunity (5) knocks on their door
13- unseen dangers (4) unknown strangers (8) waging racial war
13- neglected kids (4) with lost parents (8) raised by hostile towns
13- racial slurs (3) and stares in the malls (5) hostility now

forced in a way

forced in a way
to try and be good
but its not my style
and spoils my mood
ive made her feel better
but its been self battery
its been real terrible
a painful smattering
the television bellows
as we sleep away
and we think of the future
for days and days
the discussions are good
and we're getting better
but its strange sometimes
she's such a sweater
the talks are solid
and we make progress
we're talking about immigration
and our family mess
its not that bad
we're doing alright
generations of work
done in a fortnight
the drive is being talked about
and we're getting prepared
we're heading for boston
if it can be dared
and we'll try out something new
form my fifth band too
and it'll be neat
perhaps even cool
but its not to be confused
with all the crazy people
the irish folk
and the catholic steeple
all the history
and the european influence
its pretty cool
eastern incidence
native americans
were wrongfully barred
but not much can be done
theyre just not in charge

my fifth band

my fifth band
one where i'll be in demand
that'll be great i'll be known throughout the land
so great it'll be considered out of hand
i'll have a turntablist my girlfriend says
she's dies in a game as i give her an everquest res
as a child i saw kids eating pez
a couple years back she was a lez
i dont know what kinda music we'll play
don't know if i'll have a say
but perhaps one day
i wish i might i wish i may
and the band might be pretty sweet
we might make some solid tweets
when we meet we might have friendly greets
in india a common name is jeet
people who like to actually play
might be fun to spend the day
writing music in the fun way
and we'll be illuminated by the suns ray
things seem kinda cool
and im no fool
im not gonna drool
or be a tool
ill try and sail
perhaps mail
avoid jail
and tongue the hail
the strings and sounds will be kidna good
i was never born in the hood
ill do my shit the way i should
and we'll try and peace together this worldwide brotherhood
the skin color wont matter to me
and dont try and worry about erring in flattery
im like a factory
these things tend to keep going youll see
this'll be my fifth
and that software gift
the argumentative rift
i will start to uplift
and things'll be pretty good
things'll be as they should
ill try to knock on wood
as we live near the hood

icelandic breeze

icelandic breeze
the horse and the waving trees
the skies seem to freeze
as we stand with weak knees
stand before the massive peak
worm dangling from a birds beak
fish swim swift but cannot speak
foul smelling fumes of rotten eggs reek
the waves crash upon the beach
rocky faces out of reach
icelandic in schools they make sure to teach
no fossil fuels for them to leech
the geothermal power fuels the city
the island is small perhaps itty bitty
the mountains tall black and steely
best grass in the world yes really
road signs in another language written
a mind at rest completely smitten
in the store sheep wool mitten
out in the cold skin softly cold bitten
horses with eyes that tell a story
the viking statue tells a tale of glory
whale meat stake is kindof gory
youll never be tired its never boring
the wind will howl
much like a ghoul
and never a hooting owl
or the bird calling fowl
boats were used
vikings sea-bruised
they weren't confused
nor were they amused
the sea was a mistress they needed to cross
they tried to show her who was the boss
wooden carvings with runic embellishments
and coastal towns and inland settlements
horses roam and grass is long
fences narrow and bjork sings song
always right and never wrong
homogenous people probably without ping pong
white and racist happy and cheerful
its strange the dichomony of these iceland people
and in the town rises a stone church steeple
mild winter wind causes grass growing soft and feeble

the months pass by

the months pass by
and we watch the sky
soon will be fourth of july
and i wonder will i
give a shit at all
will i wish the sky to fall
will i continue my withdrawl
as my mind continues to be mauled
and we drive the car
real far
don't know where we are
don't stop at the bar
the drinks are gone
we mow the lawn
i havent drawn
in so very long
there's shite verywhere
the mess's a scare
but i don't dare
actually trying to care
the staring people are weird
my brown skin is feared
on the stage we're jeered
i once wore a beard
the sikhs are all quiot
in the 80s punks riot
this plane needs a pilot
do you like the color violet
we seem so violent
and theyre all silent
it's time time impliment
the 50 50 split rent
youll get a job
ill play 007's klobb
we'll visit the woods and jump logs
i hate the name bob
the fan is loud
christians seem proud
the sky has a cloud
as a kid i was never allowed
people feel free
not me
dont you see
life's pain... gee

sitting in a basement

sitting in a basement
full of amazement
with the latest arrangement
of my relationship estrangement
im finding myself done
im trying to move on
tryin to have fnu
but the thrill seems gone
w got cities to visit
and jobs to work
plenty of things to do
dont be a jerk
lets pack the car
clean the basement up
mythologize the trip
we're just like pups
wide eyed and excited
completely delighted
wrongs will be righted
and we wn't be slighted
the things have been kept
the kids have all wept
and we're tired of their words
the chattering old birds
they say we've got nothing
that they're worse off
just sitting there grumbling
they just sit and scoff
but its fucking rediculous
to think we're free
down in the basement
where noone can see
the brains a'hurting
the floors a'mess
we need to be moving
i must confess
its been real hard
ive lived alone
and now ive got
myself a home
but now we're saying
leave it all
follow the road
to the skyscrapers tall...

just a fucking anti intellectual

just a fucking anti intellectual
youre fucking ways are fucking boring
whenever fucking someones peaks their mind
youre often fucking caught snoring
you fucking insult every fucking thought
and fucking think yourself the best
its a fucking shame hadn't you fuckin been taught
if you wanna fuckin stand times test
youve gotta fuckin think a bit
thats our fuckin brain its what its for
i dont fucking give a shit about your fucking past
dont you fucking want more
your fucking dad told you fucking what to do
and your fucking mom agreed
fucking drug dealers and fucking abusers
they didnt fucking give you what you fucking needed
you fucking have your mom on a fucking pedestal
never fucking hear you say a fucking bad word about her
at least fucking while she's fucking in the room
when she's fucking gone its a fucking matter of different order
you fucking try to tell me youve been through shit
but you fuckin follow their fuckin twisted ways
they fucking lied to you for all your fucking life
they fucking left you in a fucking half beaten daze
and yet you keep fucking doing what they fucking tell you to
your life is fucking going down the shitter
if you wanna fucking live to fucking thirty
youve gotta fucking learn not to fucking be a quitter
you cant keep fucking the people who fucking love you
and fucking worshipping the ones that fucking beat you
you fucking let people walk all over you too
im fucking wondering when youll fucking finally be through
you fucking like to fucking put yourself through shit
you fucking scratch yourself fucking raw
your fucking dad gave you the fucking plans on how to do it
you dont have many fucking good examples upon which to draw
you fucking dealt in sex and drugs
and your fuckin mom just fuckin ignored you
raped and beaten and often caught weepin
they fuckin treated you like a fuckin fool
but now youve gotta fuckin break free of this
my fuckin words you shouldnt fuckin often dismiss
just fuckin try and make a list
and youll fuckin make your way to fuckin personal bliss

looking forward to boston

looking forward to boston
to this place ive become accustomed
mowing the grass with the sun setting low
i drink my water and here i go
birds and squirrels
rabits and cats
baldes of grass
dead rats
clouds of bugs
push mowers
sky gets dark
as the sun gets lower
take a picture
drive the car
make a map
dont go too far
clean the floor
wash the dish
flip the channel
eat some fish
hug your girl
lie in bed
gaming magazine
halfway read
clothing hook
nailed on tight
hanging coat
turn off that light
sneeze and cry
push the mower
the window shades
wont go any lower
chicagos mapped
we're tired
mowed the lawn
that dudes fired
clean the sheets
sit and read
many birds
give them feed
grass grew long
cut it down
watch it grow long
cut another round

devil on my shoulder

kid was my friend when i was ten
kid was my friend way back then
kid was my friend when i was ten
kid was my friend way back then
tryin to cause disorder
devil on my shoulder
tryin to cause disorder
devil on my shoulder

fuckin fightin

fuckin fightin
somebody's delightin
in the disquietin
behaviour
but we're lookin
listenin to tolkien
got the tunes on
things fallin outa favor
saw some geese
parents and children
run across the street
cars nearly hit 'em
but it was a nice sight
this town suffer's from blight
but im slowly comin into the light
dont you know
had a friend come over
he's not a friend any longer
kindof a crazy fucker
but we've got a shared past
apparently that seems to mean something
somebody i left behind
i guess since im always looking to the past
tend to always rewind
got a depressed sister
and i really miss her
now she's just a mental blister
on my mind
she comes in all tragic
and ruins all the magic
she looks thin and sick
and acts very unkind
and the mother and father
they look after her
they don't know any better
but they're good people
stand beside the children
even when things lose their glint
even though they delved into things forbidden
they still love their kids
i wonder if the family will ever move on
heal up and enjoy the day again
and maybe then i'll sing a happy song
about the english grass and rain

he fuckin walked right in

he fuckin walked right in
and fuckin tried to right me
as if i was a fuckin wrong
so i fuckin write my song
this kid thinks he's got some fuckin rules
that i need to fuckin listen to
kids fuckin rude
and got some fuckin attitude
we dont fuckin live under peoples thumbs
muscles are fuckin meant to be used
don't let them go numb
this guy is fuckin dumb
once upon a time he was my friend
but he's fuckin conservative now is see
and i guess its the fuckin discipline
that's fuckin naggin at me
he fuckin reminded me of the fun i had
but i can't fuckin have it anymore
the price is fuckin too high to pay
i know exactly whats fuckin in store
meanwhile he fuckin returns to his place
tries to fuckin get me to visit
last time i fuckin saw him he sent me a letter
his fuckin mean spirit was inplicit
so i fuckin let it go
and didnt fuckin respond
i thought i was fuckin bein the big man
for not dousing him with Loch Lomond
but the truth of it must've been something different
a conservative shackle fuckin holdin me back
the kid is fuckin crazy and strange
and now he's fuckin got me actin whack
ive been fuckin lookin at the mirror these days
and the fuckin way that my fuckin bodies goin
its fuckin fat and outa shape its kinda fuckin whack
my fuckin metabolism is fuckin slowin
but fuckin meanwhile
im fuckin learnin my own fuckin style
fuckin getting used to
gettin my fuckin words out
and as i fuckin go
i fuckin get to know
the fuckin struggle
that i'll fuckin one day do without

conservative kid

conservative kid
makes his bid
for my own
burning mind
and keeps me hid
tried to get it slid
across the floor
into the side
but the thing is
i dont really let it
and stop it
before it comes in
and watch this
we'll run and jet it
don't fret it
he wears no pin
and im sitting here
thinking out loud
as this kid
walks inside
and i wonder why
he's so damn proud
the weird fucker
tries to pry
my girls my own
he crossed the line
and i don't see
what he's trying
but he thing's i'm pwnd
and doesn't blink
the weird fool
is soulfully dying
and i'm downright pissed
as he gets her kiss
and takes a hug
without a hand
doesn't drift
away from her lips
just let that kiss
hit its target and land
no more a friend
those days do end
and i'm done with all
every twist and bend

simon cowell on craig ferguson

simon cowell on craig ferguson
reminds me of kirby
kinda strange how that works
the kids kinda disturbing
but one thing they reminded in me
was the joy and freedom of liberation
the excitement of the moment
and life free of litigation
the way that he kinda glided through space
and cowell did the same
they didn't care what people said
they just head for what they came
and i like that focus in mind
the edge sharp enough to be brilliant
and i realize how far ive sunk
its not great quite more its killing it
but ive gotten my sign and im changing my life
and makig myself appreciative
for the lessons done learned free now of those germs
im available for new initiatives
the kid was real crazy and i mighta been lazy
completely drunk on power
but when one goes unchallenged and you never make things happen
you begin to forget the hour
now is the time to live in your prime
and do those things that you wish
live life on the eedge and keep yourself excited
don't live like a dead fish
and the kid did go yell and i'd wished him to hell
but he'd had a decent point i'd think
because he'd pointed out that i'd begun to spout
all the nonsense that'd i'd heard without a blink
and so though i cursed him i learned something within
and for that i'm certainly greatful
he knew i was solid and perhaps not horrid
and perhaps we'll meet again joyful
and each time he comes its always a breeze hun
because we shoot the breeze with our words
the conversations are great they really satiate
my minds need for chirping like birds
so in the end he's gone and i'm slightly forlorn
but i'm renewed in my friendship
the past can be mended no longer offended
and the future pathways we can rip

im fuckin tired

im fuckin tired
of all this fuckin nonsense
but fuckin hell
in my defense
ive been fuckin taken
from my own fuckin home
ive fuckin been left in a field
and left on my own
they asked me to succeed
didnt tell me how
its fuckin strange
that this's fuckin allowed
but noone fuckin stepped noone
noone ever fuckin questioned
they just fuckin stood back
just considered it an indian invention
but honestly it's rediculous
why fuck your kid
they're the fuckin future
it's like a fuckin death bid
i'm fuckin tired of this
and i'm fuckin wanted to be free
noone fucking gets this
they never fucking see
i love the good stuff
and i fuckin hate the bad
there's fuckin people out there
that really fuckin make me mad
and all the fuckin shit i see
really fuckin gets to me
and i don't fuckin see how
i'll get through all this shit now
but just as the shit seems thick
and people start to fuckin bitch
its the great time to fuckin try
and try and fuckin get rich
its our fuckin way
to fuckin move day to day
and try to figure out how to play
and come up with fucking something to say
as we fuckin get on the stage
give voice to our fuckin inner rage
and fuckin take a look around
with fuckin two feet on the fuckin ground