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

the kids offered cut throat prices

the kids offered cut throat prices
and we cancelled on him
woke up too late
wonder if he'll forgive
we'll try and reschedule
if he'll allow
and we'll get in our time
someday, somehow
we'll make a cd
for our band
the performance outfit
within which we play
i play my role
and she plays hers
and together we make
music for the world
the welsh assembly
of two minds
we get together
make sounds all kinds
the show can be fun
and sometimes they clap
sometimes they watch
like as if just habit
but we enjoy
when people smile
its a nice thing
and lasts awhile
the praise we get
can keep us floating
as people shake hands
and verbally keep toasting
we're the new sound
so they say
it's something they haven't heard
that's coming their way
a new sort of style
that seems rather pleasant
like a thanksgiving dinner
a table with a pheasant
and we play our shows
and consider our time
we plan on moving
as we write rhymes

crazy hipsters

crazy hipsters
jabbering on
have nothing to say
on racism
they whine about
the shortage here
the music scene
is kinda queer
nobody comes
out to the shows
most of the bands
nobody knows
they never get
on the radio station
the big bands
come from other places
the coasts are where
many people go
leave behind
midwestern joke
but those that stay
try hard to play
but never make
much for goodness sake
they dont bother
to stop and smell
they just keep at it
like demons from hell
and they soak themselves
in the sweat of their efforts
in the end
make snarky retorts
pink hair girl
and native boy
fighting about
record store ploys
dude cost her
two hundred and fifty
fat and bald
an owner in the city
but they were pussies
and didn't do shit
when challenged out right
the guy just bitched

the kid took his toll

the kid took his toll
and we lost some bloody sleep
came down here and yelled a bit
what a bloody creep
tries to whine and confide in me
while interfering with her
it seems so strange and completely weird
like some peculiar bird
he's a complainer and thinks just like a woman
and i say that in the stereotypical way
he seems to be out of place
and occasionally claims to be gay
tries to call himself a filmer
but never records footage
it seems to be rather fishy
and when he's drunk he's rather foolish
trying to throw pastries from a window
whilst driving by the cops
he's absolutely off his rocker
and loves to eat pork chops
calls himself a rust belter
but he's more native american
afraid of losing his white title
he'd have to rethink things again
tries to say he admires my style
yet comes in and bothers us all
seems to be completely wild
and addicted to the drink whine and bawl
tries to get us to hit the bar
on my 23rd birthday
and he'd throw a fit in the car
every time he didnt get his way
he'd smoke a stack and talk too much
trying to force his will on you
like a sociopath he was
what a massive crazy fool
mention something and he'd try to say
something on that very topic
and misery meets all who try
to avoid his audio biopic
he'll talk his way out
and lose all his friends
be a lonely fucker
sad in the end

earth day rolls around

earth day rolls around
what do they do here
the streets are empty and so bare
the sights quite queer
we dont see green anywhere
except on the grass
the people here dont give a hoot
they're rolling around on their ass
meanwhile the warming takes it toll
the glaciers are melting away
and one day they'll all be gone
for another 10,000 years they'll stray
perhaps they'll stay with us awhile
and perhaps take over again
i don't know how things'll go
but the real question is will we refrain
all our pollution from our past ages
world wars and past stages
the revolution industrialized our world
as we look through histories pages
we find a legacy of illegitamacy
and all sorts of misuse
these people overused what they had
it was plain outright abuse
but now we've got a blacker planet
life is being extinguished
frogs are disappearing
and whales are overfished
perhaps we'll have green
beyond cement block cracks
if we can make a difference
if we're not hacks
maybe its too far gone
but we'll die trying
to undo the damage our fathers did
raised us while lying
and now we've got a future unknown
the ground is very shakey
as we push through this sludge
ground getting earth quakey
as we make this 21st century
things are unsure
technology pushes hopes outfront
and our intentions become quite pure

underwear on the table

underwear on the table
feelin stable
girl in the corner
middle of disorder
table in the center
tv on comedy central
boards on the wall
lights above it all
pink and brown blanket
lying right beside it
cribs playing on the speakers
girlfriends have cool features
white lines on the floor
white lies in the folder
black sky outside
covers down windows blind
cords lying about
television about moved out
posters lying on the wall
im going through friend withdrawl
union jack on the floor
magazine that leaves me wanting more
fan and a vaccuum
make you sneeze achoo
computer chair all alone
about to lose its only home
clothing case on the side
bathroom matted with pride
dvds stacked about
mixed up and sorted out
magazines in the rack
lying together in a stack
milk and orange bottle
where is the tea kettle
strawberry jam
and honey ham
old bread
barely space to tread
bricked wall
kitchen very small
this is my basement
ours now, new arrangement
and so begins a new estrangement
and a new joy apparent

just like preston

just like preston
they should arrest 'em
coming down
all the way to town
yelling at me
and smoking her way
she just quite
he wouldn't go away
yells in the car
tells her not to cry
then when i spoke
told me i'd die
got her drunk
let her flail
played on fears
major fail
crazy glasses
and violent ways
sick mind
psychotic gaze
grabbing hands
and chattering teeth
vindictive kid
sprouted from beneath
never a kind
word to be had
sits at the chair
and smiles real glad
ignoring us
as we played
kept his eyes
away from the stage
whines for cigs
and bitches about stories
trying to speak now
about the past glories
making his mention
of past intervention
as if without question
he was gods greatest invention
but he looks for credit
far too hard
the guy is entirely
just a tard.

i need a list

i need a list
of people i hate
people ive known
people i'd date
and stick 'em on
the fuckin wall
make sure
never to call
and avoid 'em all
always and forever
and live free
never better
that'd be
a decent choice
it'd give me
my own voice
i'd have some space
and some good
it'd be nice
as it should
and she'd be safe
my life'd not harm
it's already done
makes me squirm
shouldn't have done
but did so too
and now she's down
and i'm down and fooled
its crazy how
we never see
the friends we know
gut us free
its dead now so
i wont be back
he's done for now
and no more slack
the lines are cut
and he's left
we'll see how
he scales the rift
he's better off
with his type
i'm not that kind
forget the hype

took me out

took me out
shot my head
left me down
for the dead
but i got back
and made it home
walked in the door
and then he moaned
its your fault
he cried with a smile
he handed me pills
then left me like a child
playing games
and causing mischief
hurting folks
pink hankerchief
has fun
with others pain
its all just
one big game
and the kids fucked
no friends or fame
nothing cool
absolutely lame
and i think
he's lost his mind
terribly drunk
quite unkind
threatens me
with death
if i breathe
one more breath
trying to say
ill be a criminal
that he'll stop me
before i'm terminal
the crazy fucker
loose off his leash
screaming words
behind me
and now he's got
no foam to spit
glad he's gone
here i sit.

birthday bastard

birthday bastard
fucks it up
cant enjoy this shit
not at all, pup
it's been bad
past couple of days
kids been weird
its been strange
tries to cry
after screaming at me
tells me ill die
if i dont listen, see?
murderous fucker
threating disaster
death suggest
it'll come faster
strange ways
and crazy eyes
loud mouth
and likes the guys
tries to ensnare
people around
drags you off
into the pound
tries to scold
and hold you back
never helps
just heaps on the flack
and in the end
he's gone and deserting
while friends die
he's in florida flirting
and i'm alone
while he gets his fill
in the desert
where he left me standing still
on the path
he led me on
long ago
set did the sun
and now im back
but he draws me out
at least he tries
thats all he's about

the kidnapper came to town

the kidnapper came to town
and wants my blood
bad for us
dont give a fuck
tries to force
his hand with me
makes me drink
makes me see
but hes wrong
and he's down
he's so strange
makes me frown
disrespects
my own girl
doesnt seem
to respect my world
and instead he comes
and takes his hand
sets it on
my shoulder man
and tries to bring
me round to him
show me how
to be dim
the dudes sick
and fuckin mad
tries to show
that he's glad
that im here
that he's round
tryin to scold
like im in his pound
but he's off
and i'm glad
that he's gone
made her sad
got her drunk
and filled my head
ringing ears
collapse in bed
fearful fucker
foaming fraud
thieving bastard
never liked 'em at all

glad he's gone

glad he's gone
came too soon
its crazy what he did
guess it was a blue moon
why'd he come
into my home
the fuckin druggie
manners on loan
lectures anita
tells her she's shit
tells me to conform
and expects every bit
its crazy how
he gets by at all
demanding shit
and about to fall
then he does
and i help him up
the tears welling
the nights hiccup
and then he's back
and fuckin again
doesn't seem to matter
that he's broken through his play pen
he's damaged the walls
and hurt the ears
said shit to us
and played on our fears
doing it to make
his night more fun
it's kinda crazy
and fucking dumb
he's a creep
and it's hard to sleep
after the shit
and on top of all he weeps
but its strange
the friends back then
were all fuckers
ah well amen
they're all gone
and lifes so much better
controlling kids craziness
gone forever

the power almost overcame me

the power almost overcame me
as the kid came through
did some fuckin crazy shit
didnt know what do to
ran around
and squieled alot
smoked a stack
acted like a tot
seemed a fool
and kinda droll
drummed on
humdrum vocal stroll
im bored of this
never stops
words keep coming
bald cyclops
speaking tongues
and forcing his hand
threating to kill
if you dare demand
silence of big mouth
a fucking sham
tries to act
like a man
but insteads a creep
from foreign lands
a mix of races
and full of demands
native american
denied inside
seems real crazy
no real pride
kinda down
and makes you do it too
if you don't
he'll start all sorts of hullaballoo
like a child
who splashes water
doesnt let go
just chatters faster
and in the end
is alone
nobody cars
if nobodys home

dark cloud

dark cloud
and swollen head
this kid makes you
wanna go to bed
he's a crazy fucker
coming into fuckin town
trying to fuckin do his shit
with his fuckin frown
it's fuckin crazy
how he fuckin comes up here
i dont fucking care
if its a fucking new year
he's fuckin invading here
and i don't fuckin want his kind
still fuckin poppin those pills
it's been a fuckin while
be he hasn't fuckin changed
still tryin to get people to fuckin do shit
doesn't fucking learn
makes me fuckin say screw it
i know he's my fuckin past
but i've got the fuckin memories
no fuckin need to keep the kid fuckin around
tmie to make this kid fuckin history
he's been around too long
and i'm fuckin tired of this
it's time we fuckin got rid of him
and i fuckin gave you another kiss
there's fuckin better things that this
and life is fucking short
i don't needa fuckin waste my time
and fuckin all that sort
he fuckin tries to start fights
and fuckin moans about shit
fuckin smokin
and fuckin makes you say screw it
there's nothin good about that kid
he might fuckin smile
but its at the fuckin cost
at the fucking loss of your style
he can fuck off
and live in fucking tennessee
chewing his fucking shit
and fuckin sippin on hennessy

hurricane fuckup

hurricane fuckup
coming to a town near you
better hide your shit
dont know what youll do
it'll come to yer home
and fuck shit up
throw shit about
make her throw up
its crazy how
he coems to here
and fucks shit up
without care
and he cries
and says his past sucked
why the fuck
would i care and such
he's come up here
and upset my shit
talked bad about my girl
and left him little more than a radar blip
who the fuck cares what he thinks
causin problems like this
not much good in there
not worth the risk
he'll pull you down
and chain you up
make you change
treat you like a pup
he's not got the right
to chain you up
doesnt realize
nor gives a fuck
this's why he sucks
takes when its not meant
does crazy shit
acts like he's heaven sent
but more of a plague
not much of a sage
tries buddhism
buts left with rage
its strange
the kids uncaged
but none the less
that fools act seems staged

the kid tries to control

the kid tries to control
get his way through force
doesn't care
of course
that he's causing harm
on that farm
just doing what he does
just cause
doesn't have anything better
kinda fucking dumb
conservative shit
kids numb
i bet he kinda got the scolding
when he was a kid
learned how to be good
or else he'd get it
and now he polices
everyone he sees
swears he's not native american
that he's a european son
but that's horse shit
you can see it in his brow
he's of the earth
that's all there is now
and he's got to embrace it
in order to be whole
he's got lots of dysfunction
like a fucking mole
somethings wrong
and he's not fun
it's weird
and it's done
he's gone
and i'm chillin
recoverin from
all his harassin
tries to force you
into his mind
otherwise he'll
shout you all the time
its weird but true
thats how he is
weird dude
fuck this

they say i dont write enough i think

they say i dont write enough i think
so ill write a bit more right now and see
and you can tell me if you like this song sir
we'll go to the 88 and eat
the kid over there was kinda douchish
got up and asked me to get off
i mean id just played three songs there
and then he doesnt think 10s enough
he gets on and plays some shitty songs
all covers and all the same
and after a fiew he wasnt even trying
just seeing if he could play his stupid game
and i guess sky was playing along
and i guess he was like keeping it cool
asking me to make sure he's fine
and asking me to follow the rules
but im tired of people trying to keep me off
asking me to go and giving me a scoff
even the kids we brought down were quiet
and honestly man ive had quite enough
if im going to get on the stage and stuff
i want to hear more than a half clap
i need some enthusiasm from the crowd
otherwise that craps a slap
our music gets played but few were there
the bartender never has anything good to say
i sang but i didnt feel that great then
i guess ill have to show them the way
i pulled out a song that really was about singing out loud
and i saw that those two never really got into it
i was trying to play stuff they could enjoy
but it was shit and they knew it
but i know that it was because of them
they had spend the entire day causing problems
and they had spent a shitload of time pouding shit into my head
im fucking tired of them
they like to tell you what you cant do
and they like to keep themselves from doing the same
its a tiring fucking game they play
its like their lives are identically arranged
but im tired of being asked to do as they do
its really not my style and i dont play the fool
they need to respect i do my own thing
and let me show them just what i can bring.

and here we go

and here we go
the tense head times
and here we go
the real fast rhymes
the songs i write
are signs of times
experiences drawn
from this life of mine
as time goes buy
and i feel fine
i continue to live
and i continue to mine
whats mine is yours
whats yours is hidden
open it up
else ill begin a revision
the kid comes near
and whines alot
like he's crazy
he finds dudes hot
im weirded out
and he tries to drink
tries to drown
every time he thinks
scared of mics
and hides behind her
says he will
then lies as it were
and scared of singing
he wont get up
just hide behind
dont give a fuck
im tired of this
he clings too much
give us some room
try not to suck
fucks around with me
and tries to push her
its weird as shit
tries to threaten murder
but hey he's gone now
and the sun has set
wouldnt it be nice
to own a corvette

tryin to clear my head

tryin to clear my head
and keep the shit at bay
there's so much here
they shut down the pirate bay
i cant believe my friends
from highschool days long ago
have driven into down and come into my home
these people that i used to know
and its strange to see how theyve grown
and how theyve stayed the same
and im compelled by them
to indeed refrain
from speaking out and takling about
all the things that seem so wrong
they want me to keep clammed up
but thats not so ill sing this song
they try to control me
and they go too far
a friend doesnt make him your master
and shout in the back of your car
he tried to tell my girl what to do
and i didnt take kindly to that
he acts like a complete fruit
and acts completely whack
drinks like a sailor and cries too
doesnt seem right but thats how it is
and im telling you ma this is what it was like
please do boo and hiss
the guys no good but he's from my hood
and i knew him since i was young
its bad how the dudes here now
and ive got a song to be sung
but hes meant to be making a movie here
at least the screenplay
i dont know what to thikn about that
to me its just another day
the kid is held back by something
by what im not sure
he's got extreme tension blocking himself up
and that tension is pure
but he's leaving how and im left to heal
the woudns he left were real deep
i guess i say i got a feel
for that ten foot tall creep

it's crazy how

its crazy how
people do
all sorts of shit
quite rude
and dont ever
apologize
just leave it all
never the more wise
and let shit fall
to the ground
and just watch
as it makes a sound
the large pound
on the floor
is what they want
even more
than anything else
just destruction
that's great for them
its their dysfunction
dystopian novel
and noir film
stupid shit
pot in the kiln
highschool art
and physics class
work buddy
christian mass
take to temple
teach bout shit
interesting dude
throws a fit
learn how
to be cool
and then goes
and acts the fool
never knowing
what he does
just being it all
just as it was
and im tired of shit
im tired of this
ill move on
and won't miss.

hospital fucker

hospital fucker
left me to suffer
didn't give a shit
didn't even bother
just let me go
no question at all
he wanted to go
and i was on a roll
so he walked
left me behind
then the siren
undermined
and he turned
watched me go
get picked up
never said no
he didnt stop
didnt speak a word
just stood back silent
like a fucking bird
but the dudes big
and smart too
coulda fuckin helped
but lives by the rules
rules that kill
apparently doesnt care
guys got no will
that much's laid bare
and then he comes
and says he's down
feels like a shit
what a fuckin clown
tries to smooth
all it out
by tellin me
makes him pout
but doesnt do shit
outa the question
took fuckin years
for the fuckin mention
so i guess ill take
what he gave
and sit on it
my future grave

fuckin drugs

fuckin drugs
are on his mind
he talks bout cigs
of all kind
shes just quit
and he doesnt care
talks about it
gives that stare
tense as shit
depressed too
cries alot
acts a fool
its weird how
he does this shit
breaks down
and throws a fit
and im done
with all of that
acts like life
has gone through a splat
but instead i find
that he's tryin
to write shit
wonder if he's lyin
guess not cause curt
is actually on
the fucking ball
no moron
thinkin bout
all the films
scripts and shit
no problems
but the kids fuckin crazy
and acts fuckin weird
crazy shit
psychadelic tears
drug walks
and comatose talks
watching the walls
and bloody holly locks
cops and robbers
sirens red
let them take
your friend to the white bed

blue sky tense head

blue sky tense head
crazy kid red face
tall as shit loud as fuck
runs around like in a race
fast talker tensed mind
doesnt care if youre left behind
doesnt like tomato rinds
and likes to often annoyingly remind
talks about so much shit
tries to spread words and stuff
claims i talk more than he does
but that is just a complete bluff
just a bit of a cross
between chris and preston
there's a bit of both there
without question
and it's uncanny how
he's just like them
i dropped preston off
way back then
and i nearly did
with this dude
pissing me off
totally rude
chris was out
to fuckin push
all the buttons
black face flush
i just stopped
calling him
stopped his chance
to fuck me within
instead he sits
alone now shitty
way out there
in the city
whereas im here
with my girl
different town
whole new world
and im better off
than that kid
certainly am
listless drugdeath bid

he's like you'll die

he's like you'll die
if i don't get
the shit i want
from your shit
he's fuckin tryin
to control me
it's stupid shit
don't you see
you don't have that right
isn't yours you know
gotta let it fly
gotta let it go
and he doesnt it seems
instead he tries
to hold me back
with all his lies
tries to spread
all his fear
letting me feel
it all the way here
and you know what
it doesnt help
no real support
just shared emotional wreck
im tryin to avoid
the nonsense there
its always round
he doesnt care
does what he wants
and finds people who
are just like him
just as crude
and they go out
and fuck shit up
dont really care
dont give a fuck
and im down here
tryin to be
somethin better
dunno if they see
ill do a film
maybe with them
help them out
and we'll see how shits then

its crazy how

its crazy how
i like these kids
theyre not type
its not even bits
but i do
somehow inside
they've been around
when i nearly died
though i found
the dude just left me
and i guess i was fine
he just was in a hurry
and watched me there
get taken up
and without care
shut the fuck up
and walked away
as i was gone
and i guess just waited
for me to return
what a great friend
that dude was
not going the mile
for me without pause
instead just watch
the tv show
of the life he lived
no real flow
just hiding from shit
doesnt want real stuff
just walks off and then
calls his bluff
and makes it known
he was a pussy
and i knew it true
left in a hurry
i was down
and he was fine
but he walked off
crossed the line
now he wants me
to trust him true
yet there he is
never followin the rules

closed off kids

closed off kids
and their crazy ways
kinda shouty
and fuckin dazed days
its weird as shit
and kinda crazy
kid cries about
being so lazy
gets all fat
and then he cries
whines about
the girl that died
and i had one too
a kid thats gone
he knew 'em
bloody face punch
drugs n shit
and conservative life
they tighten up
at the very sight
of anything new
gotta be scared
taught that way
neither dared
to be something new
just always stay
and don't be the few
just sit and pray
and there they are
with all theyve got
its all they were given
hopes shot
tryin to film
without camera
tryin to work
panorama
workin shops
talkin shit
doin nothin
not one bit
meanwhile i write
and record shit
while they go
and fall into pits

so im here

so im here
with my girl
and i sit
with nice feel
the noise was loud
and now soft
the chair was hard
and cushions puffed
they dont know how
to live shit well
they just drive
straight to hell
every night
they hit the town
rubbing alcohol
into the frown
the wounds are salted
and the kids are salty
like a pressure cooker
not quite ready
bitching and itching
roaming and groaning
climbing and crying
its like the gloaming
radiohead cd
in the player
not quite right
but fit the air
the kids were crazy
talkin over each other
babblin shit
like fucked up brothers
and im sittin here
drivin the car
or sittin with her
drivin far
as they talk
and we drive
they do shout
we feel alive
but their life comes
from the bottle
whereas ours is from
sigur ros shuttles

farmhouse bloody red

farmhouse bloody red
and dude is crying
pacing around
saying im fine
says ill die
if i do it again
im telling him man
thats no word of a friend
he tries to say
its all his past
that he's seen shit
and that i wont last
but i wont take
any of that
he's full of shit
total crap
tries to force
his way on people
then fucks with them
til they agree, for real
its fucked up man
and he knows it too
roams around
acting like a fool
gets her drunk
and tries me too
then splits us up
and fucks around too
its crazy shit
and doesnt quite fit
dudes a blip
and ive got a quip
that'll make him cry
i guess eyes were dry
and maybe kept indoors
dont know why
but its so weird
and there's no beard
but shaved head
its as i feared
he went to there
and fucked up good
now he's here
spoilin the mood

music plays

music plays
and i write out
the thoughts in my head
words do spout
and i feel free
off the barriers
that keep me down
its full of nightmares
the people ive known
have lived life by groans
and never loved
anything but their own
and i thikn im tired
and want to go home
these kids come visit
while im all alone
now im not
with a girl by my side
not just any
but anita, said with pride
and im ready to return
to my home
englands coast
calling me home
im tired of this
woods and shit
the hicks are here
and its not one bit
the shit i knew
when i was ten
id love to go
back there again
and be at home
with my friends
id be in the house
hope it'd never end
but its been sold
and im screwed
theyre all gone
not much to do
town grows dark
and divisions fierce
not quite right
and kindof weird

here i sit

here i sit
at the sunset
behind the window
in the basment
and the kid
just cmae through town
brought a kid
who'd make me frown
but instead i tried
to get along
and things went well
i sang a song
we drank a drink he smoked a cig
and she drove teh car
the dudes big
went real far
and they met
a few people
down at the bar
none real evil
the kid i talked up
wasnt there
it was good
he'd better not dare
show up and say
shit to my girl
he's done enough
truth unfurled
and i know the tender
is cool and tries
to be the mender
shy the wise
but he doesnt
compliment much
none of them do
pouty and such
and i knwo they crave
anything i give
its crazy dude
doubt theyll forgive
if they knew
it was engineered
they might draw back
and say its weird

so im tired of shit

so im tired of shit
and it finds me here
this house isnt safe
from the very old and weird
they find me on phones
and call me up
try to get me
to drink and funk
its crazy how
the kid doesnt care
tries to get me
to go everywhere
and takes his bud
and they do talk
its weird
they walk the walk
down to the donuts
where he bought one
tried to throw it
out the window, done
but im like no
dont get the cops
on my ass
she's already been stopped
so he agrees
amazingly
and i move on
quietly
in the car
i got
back in school
without a thought
from my mom
her choice
and its nice
never stopped
days grow long
and sun grows read
and all these thoughts
are in my head
and kids i know
come visit me
its kinda weird
but cool youll see

so im tired of coats

so im tired of coats
and of lies
the drugman says
its ok guys
and tries to smooth
out the crease
talkin smokes
and pill pop feast
walks in the door
and screams out loud
in the car
acting proud
but just a menace
and a fool
doesnt make him
very cool
im tired of people
walking around
proclaim themselves god
send 'em to the pound
that's the way it should be
shouldn't be a bother
i'm tired of fuckers
and i like the weather
summers comin round
and the suns red now
im glad for that
black eyebrow
the kid was fucked
and now fucks people
had a bad time
under the steeple
native american
in hiding
standing in shadows
silent striding
its stupid as hell
feels real bad
but needs to accept
he's completely mad
and let it go
move on and be
at peace and flow
and just let it be

basically the dude

basically the dude
in the white suit
tried to tell me
what to do
and i know that
he didnt mean
to fuck me up
and be obscene
but the questions he asked
and the strength of his hands
were crazy then
kept me repremanded
felt like id been told
not to do it
like i'd been wrong
to go through it
but i think
he was wrong
to fuck with me
this is a song
and i'll sing about
the dudes fucked upness
and how he fuckin
screwed me with his abruptness
im tired of people
thinkin they should
tell me what to do
knock on wood
it needs to be
somethin that stops
if they come
ill call the cops
and then i'll be
safe from them
the dudes thing they
were sent down from heaven
but its far from that
just trying to scare
make sure that i
shant ever dare
pop down those pills
and walk round like that
keep me straight
and let that be that

the past was shit

the past was shit
the kid was destructive
he'd kill us all
thats what the drugs did
gave me some stuff
and let me out
the ambulence came
took me on the ER route
woke up in sheets
shit taken away
didnt know where i was
not a good day
kid later told me
he watched them do it
didnt say shit
didnt move a bit
just watched and sat
while they took
my fucked up self
that morning i was shook
yelled at by doctors
trying to scare
telling me to be
careful there
that i was gone
and nearly dead
that they'd watched me go
inside my head
and that they
were worried for
my life at hand
i guess the word war
that i faced then
from the dude
was meant to scare
didn't mind if he was rude
i was half out
and getting yelled at
missed me off
and that was that
scolded by doctors
in white gowns
left me scared
and home with a frown

so yeah i find

so yeah i find
myself a bit
disturbed by times
threw a fit
didnt like how
the kid'd try
and keep me down
worrysome guy
i dont need help
back off kid
i dont need that
no need for it
but he continues
to worry and shit
its not his place
to play his skit
screams real loud
and yells at my girl
barely an inch
from making fists unfurl
i kept arms away
yelled instead
kid'd cry
and his mind i read
had some bad shit
in the past
and i helped the dude
real fast
i'd figured it out
and managed to do
some shit right
was cool dude
nice to help
people i like
people i know
people in sight
so i did
and the kid
was better in the end
thats what i did
and he's gone
don't know if i'll see 'em
sun's down
and my birthdays round the bend

those early days

those early days
in that school
where i went
shit wasnt cool
the kids were weird
and i stood out
i had a beard
and they'd pout
alot of kids
conservative
surprised as hell
not true representative
this isnt a time
to be in line
instead be free
dont take whats mine
those people'd watch
while i was down
parents told 'em to stay
away from the clowns
and i guess i was one
red nose and all
i stood out
and in the hall
i'd walk to class
and keep head down
wouldn't say much
just linger around
and the kids
thought they'd help
teach me to play
grow out of a whelp
and a kid found me
and took me in
thought i needed
to fit in
so helped me out
got me drunk
showed me drugs
and some skunk
and said kid
go shoot the stars
jupiter venus
and maybe mars

and all we do is wonder about nonsense

and all we do is wonder about nonsense
as we sit around in places
sun sets ont he horizon
and i stand in stasis
a kid came over
that i once knew
and he was the same
at least it seemed dude
but i thought twice
and didnt say much
at least i used to
taped mouth and such
but he harbored shit
kirby mentioned
and i wanted it out
and in true convention
the republican kid
was a decent dude
and i didnt mean much
just tryin not to be rude
to be honest, didn't care
if he got mad, who'd give a shit
but he was a friend
and he did know a bit
he'd been around
when i was down
and he knew me from
this very town
back in the day
met him at school
back in eigth grade
where i played it cool
didnt say much
and hung out with dudes
played music at home
and tried not to be rude
did my own thing
didnt get involved
and i was alone
crimes never solved
but as time passed
i got it sorted
i dont feel bad
never sordid

so the kid fuckin comes over

so the kid fuckin comes over
after fuckin bein away
tryin to fuckin apologize
smile n say hey
comes out n hangs
meets the girl and goes out
hit the bars and the farm
sat in the back n liked to shout
drank a drink
and sat with the dude
walked outside
and acted rude
tried to tell me
it'll all be fine
kinda lost it
down the line
and nearly cried
least it seemed
didnt get it
just a dream
she got drunk
and talked to dudes
got some numbers
acted crude
drove a car
without a clue
and got all lost
experience too few
drunk as hell
cute as well
dude on the patio
sayin its ok so
i realize the kid
will make us think
all sorts of shit
make you blink
fill your fear
and flame your fire
make you feel
liked barbed wire
but dudes gone
went to a friend
and alls well
in the end

the posters full and she's no fool

the posters full and she's no fool
but there's quite a list
she's got some work and i'm a jerk
we make sure we're kissed
and over time she draws the line
and i step over again
because she's made her system plain
i'll take her to scottish glens
and one day we'll be happy you'll see
with problems all behind us
the things we do will bring us through
and we'll feel riding the bus
she'll get a job and work like a hog
and make herself some money
and take that coin and she'll go join
some insurance policy
that will keep her from the steep
costs of the payment
and she'll be pleased and not so wheezed
and feel maybe im godsent
hopefully she feels that i play the reels
that make her heart strings pull
and maybe im right she'll fight the fight
and maybe i'm no fool
i fight each day in just the way
that i've learned to do
my parents suck don't give a fuck
i've learned my own new rules
i do what i can to avoid the man
ive learned his hand is heavy
and i dont need a reason to bleed
i get there alone already
they'd reprimand without commanding
me to be ever pleased
they'd tear me down and give me frons
and ask me to freeze
i need the good if there's bad
and they did not give me any
they tried to make me into a fake
i didnt go along, mary
now i sit in the middle of it
and i write with words in mind
ill make it out and i'll not pout
leave all the fakes behind

she's had it rough

she's had it rough
and it's not going easy
she's got alot to do
and it's making her queasy
i can tell its on her face
and she's rather stop right now
but there's no other way
no way no how
but she's gotta keep it up and get through the tougher stuff
then she'll amke it through the bluff
and get to the better stuff
over time it wont be rough
over time she'll learn to work
that'll keep her from being a jerk
she's gotta keep tears from jerkin out
and she'll eventually stop pouting
she's got bills with the bank
and more money owed to a skank
with a baby on the way
and doesn't give her the time of day
none of them do the so called friends
they leave her alone with no odds and ends
and she'll try hard to get a word in
but they make sure to show there's nothing within
and let her down hard like she's done something wrong
but all she's tried is to sing a bloody song
they seem to think she's gone all wrong
but they're the ones to me who just can't see to get along
i'd rather have her be completely happy and pleased
and that'll happen after all this shit has passed her by
over time she'll get through one by one you'll see
and she'll sit back one day and think to herself, "why?"
why did i make such a fuss out of this
now i sit here in some solid comfy bliss
it's way better than my friends old boos and hiss
i'm glad i made it here it sure was worth the risk
i'd like to see her get an education for herself
she's a smart girl you see and there's not much else
just kroger jobs and booze hogs and all those sorts
she's an environmentalist takes care of her health
went into the store and had a woman kick us out
didn't like how we spent our time together without
care for the signs or the rules she put in place
we just walked right in like we owned the place.

complaints from the corner

complaints from the corner
fill my mind with disorder
can't just ignore her
but she's on the border
it's tough to focus on
the things that i love
when she's going through stuff
rarelye ver is enough
but she's moving her way through
and going to try and do
all that it takes to
make shit go away dude
and its ok because i know
how all those things go
because ive been there myself
and its not like any else
you feel all alone
and you want to go home
but she can't never could
her mother never udnerstood
thats why she's here
and she knows its clear
that its time to buckle down
and take a good look around
earn the money
pay the bills
do what it takes
some strength and will
and with time
she'll feel herself
it'll be
like nothing else
but for now
she'll be forlorn
as the pressure
makes her mourn
carefree days
and old ways
but those
were the days
now nineteen
and forced to face
all the knots
lying in place

sitting with my friends

sitting with my friends
while they ran through the prayer
reading from the book
way over there
and i never paid notice
i never knew the words
spoken in punjabi
most of it i'd never heard
we'd sit and laugh at people
and wait for all to end
and when the service was over
we'd go down and eat then
te food was made by aunties
and served out of buckets
we'd sit and eat and talk
while the old uncles full of fuck-its
would speak about the cuontry
they'd come from once
it really wasn't mind
i'd come from englands grass
it was ok because my skin
was the same color theres was
and i had a putka on
that made me natural cause
i was like them too
and they saw themselves in me
i'd fit right in
very nicely
and i'd sing the songs
they'd sing along
we'd sit upstairs together
stand and give a prayer
outside we'd play
basketball every day
during the boring parts
in between farts
we'd go on the blacktop
and play on the shiny ground
rain had just fallen down
and throw the ball up
the kids spread out
and i lost love
then i met the woman
and i was reminded of

the fading brilliance i felt

the fading brilliance i felt
was a glorious one
and though i still feel it
its slowling slipping and gone
and when it goes ill forget
the joy that i feel now
thats how it always is
ill just be down and out
at least in my mind
that'll be my own sight
i wont see past it
it's my own mental blight
but she reminsd me of me
when i was young and free
when things didnt matter much
and i was able to be me
those days in temple prayers
and sitting on the floor
eating food after
people passed that we'd ignore
and we werent conspicious
we'd blend right into there
just your typical kid
standard indian fare
its a place where i belong
or at least where im asked
to take part in whats there
make the food last
bow down at the book
and play the keys on the board
sing a song for them
and dont forget the words
take the brush and sit
behind the wooden stand
and stare out at all the people
and pray if you can
stand when they bring it out
and take it to the room
and try to stand still
there isnt much room
but people there accept you
in a subtle way
that you dont immediately notice
until just yesterday

my minds open for the moment

my minds open for the moment
and there's a glimmer within
soemthing ive not felt
in years and years it seems
and im glad that ive got it
that chance encounter with her
she showed me how i once was
that old childish glimmer
and i now feel that chill
down my back and my shoulders
it sends me down the path
and while lifting mental boulders
i rejoice in my goodness
for the moment that its round
and its great to have a feeling
like this its truely profound
im glad i ran into her
she gave me something great
i dont know whether you believe
in such things as fate
im not sure i do either
but its a nice thought for sure
something youd give yourself if you
had seen better weather
but ive been opened up
a crowbar stuck inside
and jarred me out surprisingly
and amazingly im still alive
perhaps i just needed notice
the eyes of one who knew me
she'd seen me as a child
and she outgrew me
knows me so well
and perhaps thats the key
better than my folks
im plain for them to see
our bonds are not broken
and i feel safe with them
the way you would with people
youd consider close friends
its got me thinking clearly
about my old past
and thinking bout the temple
i just might go back.

i met the old woman in the store

i met the old woman in the store
she had a smile on her face
there was a way that she moved me
from my frozen place
and had me open my mind
and make myself smile
it'd been a long time
we hadn't spoken in awhile
but as we talked
the memories came back
and as i stood there with her
i began to relax
and i had this strange feeling
that my walls were torn down
and i was no longer stonefaced
and stopped speaking with a growl
instead i was something new
and free and fine an dpleased
and she acted like she knew me
and spoke to me with ease
and we covered many topics
from hello to future plans
and how i really dont intend
on staying in these lands
but the talk remained upbeat
although we'd both had it rough
i could see it in the look of her eye
saw through ehr kind bluff
but again the way we opened
were real and not a plan
and she made me reveal myself
again and again
it was new to me ands stuck awhile
i wodner for how long
but i thought i'd take advantage
and put together this song
old woman of the store
i lvoed running into you
and im glad for your gift
youve maanged to make me moved
and ive shifted my thinking
and ive adopted yours for the moment
my mind open and thinking
happy we spoken got a mint?

racism is crazy

racism is crazy
and indians are lazy
do you find yourself
feeling rather hazy
are you aligned
with the country
do you find yourself
feeling patriotic and unruly
are you bound
to your duty
will you protect
your land duly
not me i say
im not of that
its not my place
and thats a fact
i never lived there
never cared really
never pledged my life
im telling you clearly
that name is not mine
dont give me it
its not my type
really bad fit
but people will see
the brown skin clear
and say to me
arent you indian dear
and ask me about
all my ways
whether or not
i'd been here for days
but years i'd spent
in these homes
i'd just been kept
inside the room
never allowed
to go outside
the people there
multiplied
and see me now
as a newcomer
though ive roamed these halls
for years sir

the lady came to the door

the lady came to the door
and demanded me to leave
i told her to go away
and leave us alone please
she told us she was calling
the security for us
and i told her go ahead
we weren't going to make a fuss
and as she left
we gathered our things
picked them all up
and put them back on rings
we had a shirt
that we wanted to buy
but we didnt buy it
because of the woman sly
as we walked away we heard
her voice on the phone
to the security im guessnig
trying to moan
and we walked out
hand in hand
smiles real big
and feeling grand
we'd made it out
and not got caught
even though we'd done nothing
we hadn't even fought
instead we'd strolled
in and then out
without much
not much of a bout
and the people'd walk
and go to their spot
we'd be there too
like we were taught
and the stares were gone
and the sun was bright
and we were glad
basking in delight
and home we drove
after target
had our fill
how could we forget

bhangra isnt my own style

bhangra isnt my own style
even though its of my parents
we've got the same skin color
at least thats self evident
brown people amke all sorts of things
medical and mechanical
but as they advance into entertainment
wonder if they'd own cocker spaniels
rock and roll seems taboo
not quite sure why
disco seemed to be in awhile
which doesn't seem quite right
behind in the styles for sure
but some things they adopt
american idol for instance was there
hopefully ztv decided it needed stopped
but there's not much indie
of indian making
the name indian
is even something not work speaking
im not born there
nor am i allied
i was born in wales
to chicago i hitched a ride
then back to england
for a bit
and over to ohio
the midwest shit
and there i've been
for awhile
without any
brown skin style
but there's alot
of people in cities
who claim heritage
and indian pretties
they dance in clubs
put on by sikhs
making the cash
the dude reeks
terrible cash
made on corruption
taking the kids
fucked without question

women talking in the waiting room

women talking in the waiting room
one sitting with a baby
waiting for the children to finish
the silence was paining
they'd seem to want to speak aloud
to break the boredom they felt
and it seemed they'd like to bitch about
about their daily grind and melt
a common thread of little guy
seems to be their unifier
they sit beside one another
never thinking the other a liar
and i sat beside the two
one with a baby
waiting for my girl to return
so that we could escape away
she took a good long while
those tests take awhile to do
but in the end she came out with style
and emerged from silent gloom
the woman at the desk in blue
with a badge upon her chest
had little decoration about the room
didn't fancy a mess
but the place seemed so sterile and boring
surprising it was for kids
but these people like that artificial glory
authoritarian fibs
in the lot the people stared
as she threw a fit
they didn't care it was rude as hell
not really one bit
but the second they saw me glance over
they turned away
it didn't seem to be very good
really not that great
but at least they respected our privacy
and didn't make me feel any worse
she'd already done her job
the crazy - test curse
and now we're out of that place
a day has passed since then
bars babes and british talks
a wild night of events

inspired by the earth

inspired by the earth
but is it really of the earth
are these songs and things
something that ground has given birth
we find ourselves listening
to regional sounds
thinking ourselves
worldly minded rounds
but we dont really
have concept of
the way things operate
in the skies above
the tongues we hear
are our attempts to be
something elevated
but can we really see
that which is unseen
things that arent heard
the spiritual world
is rarely observed
we only see mist
and dawn and dusk
those are our muses
just a whif of lifes musk
the ancient texts
we cradle in temples
our ancient teachings
early examples
of mans wisdom
through the ages
lessons thought worth
the learning stages
man has moved
around the world
but how much of it
has man absorbed
we move rock
and strike at tree
but what of this
have we let be
we destroy and shape
without respect
this is shady
our shrouded aspect

the ancient peoples were moved

the ancient peoples were moved
taken from their lands
they weren't asked
but with guns in hand
we shoved them off
and took their land
we gave them nothing
just some pebbles in hand
asked them to live
in the west coast
then years later
their new homes were toast
we mined their grounds
for golden rewards
and they were sent
off to the wards
we pillage the land
we burn the ground
the burial sites
are built-upon mounds
the indians cry
and we don't care
the natives die
and nobody does dare
oppose the will
of the steel administration
the people today
living in adulation
forming a luxery
living on backs
wrongfully elected
arabs sent to the racks
fought the war
we didnt want
and had our friends
conscripted and sent
meanwhile the lands
built over
with roads of rock
nothing like they once were
the natives live
in their lands
with casino profits
kept in demand

the air force base

the air force base
is nearby here
the kid in the bar
wanted only her ear
the girl outside
was welsh and sad
she spoke of home
sounded a bit mad
we got a deal
for twenty an hour
the dude was rough
had a beard but glowered
and the gay at the mall
who listened to us
talk about the lady
who was spooked out of rust
the stares are often
but we found solace
hiding in corners
we palm our wallets
taking pictures
and making films
eating burgers
pottery kilns
get a show
on the stage
we'll get people
be all the rage
a guy on the road
takes pictures
if you like
read scriptures
indian people
grouped by skin
seems so wrong
deep within
not from there
born in wales
they dont believe
they arent tall tales
in dayton we are
and nothing to do
we go to bars
avoid the rules

voices outside the window

voices outside the window
never seen to ever go
they always roam around for hours
and their eyes always glower
the stares we get in the stores
they seem to run their due course
when we say please stop that sir
he turns around and raises voice
racist minds and stringent rules
keep these people ever fools
staring ladies wearing jewles
pushing kids around their schools
time seems to pass me by
as i sit in this mess
the people here are ugly types
i'd rather be in the uk i confess
i wonder if they hate me more
knowing that i hate them too
maybe its something that they never guess
i wonder if they get by following rules
when the tops of these places
are run by strange peoples
there seems to be a battle of the races
and they congregate under steeples
heavy handed white faced fools
staring down their black rim glasses
parading around as liberals
but truely are disguised asses
pained brains and scratched raw skin
driving brown men mad
the stares and scares fester within
barricading us from being glad
tensions invention keeping me tight
and hidden in the home
meanwhile the people roam around
and claim everything as their own
the native american lands were stolen
and they were pushed aside
europeans coming all around
continuing genocide
they drive away in their car
as we watch through the window
and as they go away and drive
our large smiles glow

sell their son into slavery

sell their son into slavery
for bad behaviour
modeled children
shackled forever
they feel we're meant
to wait on them
they wait on us
and we scold them
its terrible how they
try to play us for fools
scatter our dreams
and use us as tools
for their gratification
its a terrible trade
the slavery of souls
we were tought how to behave
told to stay indoors
and away from strangers
all that wasnt ours was wrong
and the world was full of hidden dangers
never stay out at night
and never pick a fight
its better to cower than to glower
and remember you have little rights
this terrible brainwash tongue
had me tied up in a mental dungeon
i couldnt do anything but watch
as my lifes clock continued its tick tock
im sad that ive wasted so much time
its a gift from god this time of mine
by parents have spent so much of whats there
it really doesnt seem at all quite fair
freedom is all i really want
is that so much to ask
but is it really theirs to take
are they really due that task?
perhaps im delivery myself as goods
to the captors who i defame
perhaps im the one who causes myself harm
does injustice my good name
but in time we age and die and then
will we have lived a good life
perhaps it wont be the one that i want
but ill never invite such strife.

its like some sultan

its like some sultan
waited on hand and foot
its no good
but that's all it took
a son born
into the life
given orders
and faced with strife
made to feel
like a slave
told repeatedly
how to behave
but the laws went far
too far for him
he rejected them
and changed within
moved towns
and changed his ways
no longer kept up
with the old ways
tradition was wasted
and the kid wanted more
true internal freedom
was what he searched for
drugs and drinks
and he'd often think
bands and one night stands
then all gone within a blink
for his search to be free
overcame his bodily needs
and he went too far
and destroyed all he could see
our bodies are limited
and our lifes short
we can't win everything
in a life long war
the casualty is us
eventually we succumb
the wounds add up
and we grow numb
but its a noble goal
to live free of shackles
especially when man made
as the old woman cackles

the tensions rising

the tensions rising
i sense an uprising
down in the basement
our current arrangement
the balls on the floor
a globe of blue color
the tables off there
black and standing bare
well it would be if it was clean
least thats what i mean
the walls are white
and that's a sight
the airs clear
at least over here
and the clothes are stacked
thats a fact
the rooms a mess
full of shit i'll confess
but i need it gone
before too long
we wont be here much
but while we're round and such
lets make this mess
something a little more pressed
headaches killin
and god willin
we'll bout outa here
in under a year...
been in ohio
too long you know
the midwest
ain't the best
and im british
and feel flittish
i want out
how does that come about
my friends are degreed
meanwhile i wanna be freed
arguments in heat
there's really no need
but that seems to be our way
least thats it today
and thats how i feel
and this is my schpeal