Goodnight.
C.S. Lewis Vs The Truth, and Us
Serious normal, and quirkly, and who do we come to? When the pen's dissolving in your hand, and the letters you write yourself, now, are blurring, misting, dissolving, dieing on the page in front of your own fucking eyes. Who do we look to for a moment of clarity in the turmoil of the tempest, but The Beaver. Crouched in his filthy nest in the corner, eyes glittering in the night. John is a man in a kilt, wearing a blazer. Earlier he was cuddling the small, miscellaneous animal which came from golfclubs. He's sleeping with his eyes open. He's weird. This is what we turned to, trusting, adoring, newborn, hopefulls, waiting to have it all taken back. Made freh. Made new. But then we realised we were wrong. That it never had, never will be, and never could be. And it's over. Done. Never to be remembered, in a fraction of a look. A story. This is it. Now. Unfolding in front of your eyes. You can't see the essential skeleton feel of this notepad. You can't see. You can't understand. Not you. This is not for you. This either is or in't. Do not fight this. This is weird. This is smash. This is everything you've ever wanted to know, right here. Kicking and screaming. Throwing, crashing, sliding. Give in to the inevitable and just let it all go. Your fumbling inability to grasp the fundamentals of what is. What this IS. See the smash! The only thing within sight of us is out of sight to me. The only Thing. Things. Disjointed fractures. Spinning. Sliding. Crawling. Things. Things in your throat, coming through your arms and melting into things which have been your life's bedrock. These are the things. And we're going to have to hire professional cleaners to get this sorted out. It is much more serious than anybody, anywhere, ever, except us, could hope to deal with. It is ours. Yours. Mine. Ours. Cradle this knowledge and nurse it into fulfillment. This is your life and it's ending one smash at a time.
Five-Oh-Die
Lurking at the end of the path through the trees,
Past the monsters who distract you as you skip on by,
There's the glow of a fallen angel on his knees,
As he wishes everybody would just die, die, die.
Past the monsters who distract you as you skip on by,
There's the glow of a fallen angel on his knees,
As he wishes everybody would just die, die, die.
Born White
Kick back.
Open your eyes.
Let the world invade you.
Feel it knocking at your doors.
Feel the power through the floor.
See the whiteness in the distance,
Lighting up the dark, dark hills.
That same whiteness will be here soon,
Burn your eyes, and burn this room.
Don't be afraid my friend.
You see, this thing,
This bad, bad thing is not the end.
From the whiteness, lightness, burning,
All around and all inside.
You will still be here.
Same you. Just new.
Reborn. Sublime.
A beauty for all time.
Open your eyes.
Let the world invade you.
Feel it knocking at your doors.
Feel the power through the floor.
See the whiteness in the distance,
Lighting up the dark, dark hills.
That same whiteness will be here soon,
Burn your eyes, and burn this room.
Don't be afraid my friend.
You see, this thing,
This bad, bad thing is not the end.
From the whiteness, lightness, burning,
All around and all inside.
You will still be here.
Same you. Just new.
Reborn. Sublime.
A beauty for all time.
Let Me Out
Because my eye's on the goal,
And my heart's in the hinterland.
My mind is on a roll,
And it's wishing for a winterland.
I'm broken inside,
All alone in the icy place.
Body, spirit, soul, and mind,
I wish I'd never started this race.
But you did,
And I'm sorry kid.
There's no easy way out,
You gotta scream and shout.
And my heart's in the hinterland.
My mind is on a roll,
And it's wishing for a winterland.
I'm broken inside,
All alone in the icy place.
Body, spirit, soul, and mind,
I wish I'd never started this race.
But you did,
And I'm sorry kid.
There's no easy way out,
You gotta scream and shout.
Past Glories
brow trip ticks quick
cooper break
spliff done
spliff big
cooling calming
reason breathing
constant noises
calming feelings
black and white
happy feelings
spliff lit
spliff big
reminiscent
present pains from
past glories
spliff given
i take
i break
cooper break
spliff done
spliff big
cooling calming
reason breathing
constant noises
calming feelings
black and white
happy feelings
spliff lit
spliff big
reminiscent
present pains from
past glories
spliff given
i take
i break
Irish Vs Scots
Slowly locating token efforts,
Leads men surely out of despair.
Tokens triumph twice,
Surprising favourites all aware.
Come on Scotland.
Come on Ireland.
Skip and drive: your cupboard's bare.
Leads men surely out of despair.
Tokens triumph twice,
Surprising favourites all aware.
Come on Scotland.
Come on Ireland.
Skip and drive: your cupboard's bare.
Creamed
Freshly creamed agony,
Max one glass per soul.
Threatens my infinity,
But fills your gaping hole.
Other people do my caring for me.
I just wait to sleep again.
Max one glass per soul.
Threatens my infinity,
But fills your gaping hole.
Other people do my caring for me.
I just wait to sleep again.
Two-Oh-Two
Praise me in your callow croaking,
Coming Queens and peasant boys.
Sing my pain as majesty.
Please, tell me of my joys,
To watch the young ones cry.
I lived, they died: that I knew.
And guilt was my true companion,
As I marched the gang-plank two-by-two.
Hurrah.
Hurrah.
Coming Queens and peasant boys.
Sing my pain as majesty.
Please, tell me of my joys,
To watch the young ones cry.
I lived, they died: that I knew.
And guilt was my true companion,
As I marched the gang-plank two-by-two.
Hurrah.
Hurrah.
Fragmented
Smile on this sweaty man,
Finger, finger, thumb.
Trapped inside his invisible path,
And all the things he's done.
Jerry Springer,
Crack cocaine,
A nameless face,
To take the blame.
Finger, finger, thumb.
Trapped inside his invisible path,
And all the things he's done.
Jerry Springer,
Crack cocaine,
A nameless face,
To take the blame.
Smoke-Sorrow
know what you're talking of
in the name of love
while we smoke in sorrow
wishing for tomorrow
to bring that smoke sorrow day
unclearly marked projectiles
slice the sacred smoke
leaving only a memory of
good times of past
can you feel where it's
that same smoke-sorrow day?
did you see it fall
was it ever there
or just an imaginary ghost
as we enjoy a simple smoke
our pains fade away
i wonder why i cry
on this my smoke-sorrow day?
in the name of love
while we smoke in sorrow
wishing for tomorrow
to bring that smoke sorrow day
unclearly marked projectiles
slice the sacred smoke
leaving only a memory of
good times of past
can you feel where it's
that same smoke-sorrow day?
did you see it fall
was it ever there
or just an imaginary ghost
as we enjoy a simple smoke
our pains fade away
i wonder why i cry
on this my smoke-sorrow day?
Festival Stories
just remember sick in a bottle
and you'll laugh so hard
pound the beanbag happily
and find your missing drink
just remember the ketamin kid
and bask in warm affection
chipmunk laugh grinning wide
and giggle crunching ice
just remember Officer and Beaver
and fascinate the crowd
make them laugh at sex and chaos
and a local gazebo for local peopl
and you'll laugh so hard
pound the beanbag happily
and find your missing drink
just remember the ketamin kid
and bask in warm affection
chipmunk laugh grinning wide
and giggle crunching ice
just remember Officer and Beaver
and fascinate the crowd
make them laugh at sex and chaos
and a local gazebo for local peopl
Learning
Stop this painfull tedium.
The pressure of this medium,
Is squeezing out the pleasure in my eyes.
As much as gone till quick release,
But sense prevails,
Preventing peace.
My lot's to be tormented by blue skies.
The pressure of this medium,
Is squeezing out the pleasure in my eyes.
As much as gone till quick release,
But sense prevails,
Preventing peace.
My lot's to be tormented by blue skies.
God's House
Down with the schitzo-degenerate-phrenic,
And it's many incompetant overlords,
It's many insane facets,
Break and burn and bind them.
Loot shiny memories,
Ignorance lubricating his destruction.
Him that is it that is them,
Him that is many times insane.
And it's many incompetant overlords,
It's many insane facets,
Break and burn and bind them.
Loot shiny memories,
Ignorance lubricating his destruction.
Him that is it that is them,
Him that is many times insane.
Just At The Best Bit
Scene after scene,
I'm loving the dream,
Then your entrance is rude,
You bastard.
My crude haven crumbles,
Leaving ravenous rumbles,
To welcome the weary wanderer,
To set down demands,
Which you of course will,
Help me to fullfill.
Else, I will kick your ass.
PS. You bastard.
PPS. You utter, utter, bastard.
I'm loving the dream,
Then your entrance is rude,
You bastard.
My crude haven crumbles,
Leaving ravenous rumbles,
To welcome the weary wanderer,
To set down demands,
Which you of course will,
Help me to fullfill.
Else, I will kick your ass.
PS. You bastard.
PPS. You utter, utter, bastard.
Ditty
I was bored
At a circus fayre
Pining pitifully
For eyes long lost
I could buy them back
But I knew the cost
I was floored
And I didn't care
In a boxing ring
By eyes thought lost
I could fight back
But the fight's not fair
At a circus fayre
Pining pitifully
For eyes long lost
I could buy them back
But I knew the cost
I was floored
And I didn't care
In a boxing ring
By eyes thought lost
I could fight back
But the fight's not fair
You Get Me?
I don't know what to say,
Or to do with my day.
There's a life,
I'm sure I should be living.
That should is a could,
And I would,
But I wont,
'Cos I don't,
Just ever quite start it.
No excuse,
Trembles on,
The tip of my tongue.
If it's found,
I'll burn it to ashes.
Can't mitigate the pain.
Won't camouflage the blame.
I need drive,
I'm not striving to find it.
Always looking to my krew,
Finding comfort,
Nothing new.
Reassurance is,
Not what I needed.
But it's me in the frame,
Now I show,
What I know,
That I'm lame,
For looking outside it.
The prisoner with a key,
For a lock,
He can't see.
Who feels with his soul,
It won't open.
But the key isn't real,
And the lock's in my mind.
I just have to walk through the door.
My travelling cage,
Parties for days,
And to not look outside,
Is so easy.
Or to do with my day.
There's a life,
I'm sure I should be living.
That should is a could,
And I would,
But I wont,
'Cos I don't,
Just ever quite start it.
No excuse,
Trembles on,
The tip of my tongue.
If it's found,
I'll burn it to ashes.
Can't mitigate the pain.
Won't camouflage the blame.
I need drive,
I'm not striving to find it.
Always looking to my krew,
Finding comfort,
Nothing new.
Reassurance is,
Not what I needed.
But it's me in the frame,
Now I show,
What I know,
That I'm lame,
For looking outside it.
The prisoner with a key,
For a lock,
He can't see.
Who feels with his soul,
It won't open.
But the key isn't real,
And the lock's in my mind.
I just have to walk through the door.
My travelling cage,
Parties for days,
And to not look outside,
Is so easy.
Get High With The Sky
Bright lights for sharp eyes,
My levels are low,
Night skies get me high,
Getting into the flow.
She's closing in,
Didn't reckon on this,
Find resources within,
To deal with it.
I'm telling you now,
I won't take any shit,
I won't fight with the cow,
But I hate that bitch.
Wo-ah-oh.
I really hate that bitch.
Yeah.
Really hate that bitch.
The Penguin and Sword Fish,
Watch carnage in yellow.
We've worshipped Jeebus,
And I'd like to say hello.
Look to the future now,
We've only just begun,
We got a long, long way to go,
And it's looking like a lot of fun,
We'll see it through,
As far as it goes,
We bite what we bark,
As everyone knows.
We're the stoners of the moment,
The fire is here,
I've got a message for ya,
Gotta make it clear.
You must stop, skin up, spark it, and smoke.
Stop what you're doing and have a wee toke.
Take the time, to appreciate,
The savoury aroma,
The things you rate.
See the world in a different light,
Make a new connection,
You know I'm right.
Puff puff give motherfucker.
Chill your eagerness,
If it goes out, we'll just roll another.
Are we cool?
We're cool.
The lights are sharp, but my are eyes bright,
I'm afraid I've got to go,
Get high with the sky, all throgh the night,
Can you tell, I'm feeling the flow?
My levels are low,
Night skies get me high,
Getting into the flow.
She's closing in,
Didn't reckon on this,
Find resources within,
To deal with it.
I'm telling you now,
I won't take any shit,
I won't fight with the cow,
But I hate that bitch.
Wo-ah-oh.
I really hate that bitch.
Yeah.
Really hate that bitch.
The Penguin and Sword Fish,
Watch carnage in yellow.
We've worshipped Jeebus,
And I'd like to say hello.
Look to the future now,
We've only just begun,
We got a long, long way to go,
And it's looking like a lot of fun,
We'll see it through,
As far as it goes,
We bite what we bark,
As everyone knows.
We're the stoners of the moment,
The fire is here,
I've got a message for ya,
Gotta make it clear.
You must stop, skin up, spark it, and smoke.
Stop what you're doing and have a wee toke.
Take the time, to appreciate,
The savoury aroma,
The things you rate.
See the world in a different light,
Make a new connection,
You know I'm right.
Puff puff give motherfucker.
Chill your eagerness,
If it goes out, we'll just roll another.
Are we cool?
We're cool.
The lights are sharp, but my are eyes bright,
I'm afraid I've got to go,
Get high with the sky, all throgh the night,
Can you tell, I'm feeling the flow?
Spinny Dippas
poi destroy the flight
path plan for a spliff
alight and aflight.
it is possible
to not lick your lips
when eating a doughnut
if you're quick.
holding sticks
Chicklets can't resist
the drum beats
of Nirvana.
The power of Kama
What goes around
Comes around
These are the lessons
Of Training Day.
I will get free
Grolsch (open!)
From The Refugee
Eventually
Maybe
We'll see.
He won't Come Baack Around
But he'll play with Oxygen
He's foiled with I Wish You Well
It has no drums.
And we've got dippas
Have you (The Refugee)?
I wonder, still got
Amazing Zimbabwean Poo
In your loo?
And what you shall do
If you do?
path plan for a spliff
alight and aflight.
it is possible
to not lick your lips
when eating a doughnut
if you're quick.
holding sticks
Chicklets can't resist
the drum beats
of Nirvana.
The power of Kama
What goes around
Comes around
These are the lessons
Of Training Day.
I will get free
Grolsch (open!)
From The Refugee
Eventually
Maybe
We'll see.
He won't Come Baack Around
But he'll play with Oxygen
He's foiled with I Wish You Well
It has no drums.
And we've got dippas
Have you (The Refugee)?
I wonder, still got
Amazing Zimbabwean Poo
In your loo?
And what you shall do
If you do?
Girl Next Door
You're just the girl next-door
Flesh, bone, blood and psychology
Irregular heartbreak
What are you here for?
Was the angel sent to set me free?
Why did you have to smile?
Doctor, help
I've gone weak at the knees
I'm paralyzed
Too much style
Won't somebody help me please?
Flesh, bone, blood and psychology
Irregular heartbreak
What are you here for?
Was the angel sent to set me free?
Why did you have to smile?
Doctor, help
I've gone weak at the knees
I'm paralyzed
Too much style
Won't somebody help me please?
Grooving Mungus Fungus
Untraceable
Insatiable
Invisible
Unliving
Evil
Insatiable
Invisible
Unliving
Evil
Fungus people grooving to the sounds
Of the flunked musicians in the burial grounds
Humungus moving bodies collide
Trying to twirl synchronized
Scripture
You can do the whole thing,
You can see the picture.
Build the buildings,
Write the scripture,
Choose the people,
Choose the plays.
Control the rolling dice of fate,
In this, the end of days.
You can see the picture.
Build the buildings,
Write the scripture,
Choose the people,
Choose the plays.
Control the rolling dice of fate,
In this, the end of days.
Just About To Be
There are girls I see in passing
Who I instinctively want to see again
Dancing eyes
An intriguing aura, or attitude
Anything
That makes me want them
To linger there awhile
Inevitably the moment has passed
Before I'm fully aware
That up lies opposite to down
I'm still fumbling around
To get my feet back on the ground
And she's gone
Fast escaping my grasp
I could run
Follow her... but...
Chasing just isn't me
But I know that if I ever see her again
Then I'll know where I'm just about to be
Who I instinctively want to see again
Dancing eyes
An intriguing aura, or attitude
Anything
That makes me want them
To linger there awhile
Inevitably the moment has passed
Before I'm fully aware
That up lies opposite to down
I'm still fumbling around
To get my feet back on the ground
And she's gone
Fast escaping my grasp
I could run
Follow her... but...
Chasing just isn't me
But I know that if I ever see her again
Then I'll know where I'm just about to be
Five Minutes Party Time
No cheer
Get a beer
Knock it back
And get another
Sit down
Roll up
Good green
Will break your funk
X-Wing
Silver thin
Sandwich packed
In chlorine skin
She's kinda light
A little fluffy
Little sticky
More cheer?
Get a beer
Normal drill
For your party skills
What now?
Where was I?
Doing something I'm sure
Fire in my fingers
Suddenly searching
For my spliff
So pure and innocent
She's a core
Of Berkshire
Homegrown
And I'm alone
I remember
And feel cheered
Without a beer
Behind my ear
Tips tumble her
From a hiding place
To a world of pain
Via flame
And I
Am just a sucker
For her love
Under my skin
Inside my mind
Tidalwash
About to begin
Come in
Come in
Take a seat
It's sweet
Vodka, neat
Feel the heat
On your hand
Of eyes
Of spies
And backteeth lies
Through smiles
Extending
A clammy grasp
For you last
Cone of homegrown
Or so you think
Stupid punk
They'd like your skunk
But
It's no biggie
It's your funk
You're seeing wrong
You're paranoid like
Adam's android
No spies or lies
Just friends to the end
Crown and sole
Between back and forth
Know what I mean?
Your buddies are green
Or for a phaze
Lost in the purple haze
So kick back Jack
Breath in
Breath out
Pass the jay
Some time today
You're a black hole bum
But I love you son
Get a beer
Knock it back
And get another
Sit down
Roll up
Good green
Will break your funk
X-Wing
Silver thin
Sandwich packed
In chlorine skin
She's kinda light
A little fluffy
Little sticky
More cheer?
Get a beer
Normal drill
For your party skills
What now?
Where was I?
Doing something I'm sure
Fire in my fingers
Suddenly searching
For my spliff
So pure and innocent
She's a core
Of Berkshire
Homegrown
And I'm alone
I remember
And feel cheered
Without a beer
Behind my ear
Tips tumble her
From a hiding place
To a world of pain
Via flame
And I
Am just a sucker
For her love
Under my skin
Inside my mind
Tidalwash
About to begin
Come in
Come in
Take a seat
It's sweet
Vodka, neat
Feel the heat
On your hand
Of eyes
Of spies
And backteeth lies
Through smiles
Extending
A clammy grasp
For you last
Cone of homegrown
Or so you think
Stupid punk
They'd like your skunk
But
It's no biggie
It's your funk
You're seeing wrong
You're paranoid like
Adam's android
No spies or lies
Just friends to the end
Crown and sole
Between back and forth
Know what I mean?
Your buddies are green
Or for a phaze
Lost in the purple haze
So kick back Jack
Breath in
Breath out
Pass the jay
Some time today
You're a black hole bum
But I love you son
All Lies
I'm not saying this to nobody
Just chatting shit into the void
No was to avoid this
It's for you, specifically
And I've got a lot to get through
Time passes, unstoppably
And we grow older every day
Death could come at any moment
Out of the blue
But we try not to think about that
And concentrate, rather, on what we should say
To the guy who wants our money
Every moment we make choices
Who's potential rammifications for us
And existence as a whole
Are for the vast majority unknown
WAIT, forget these facetious lies
In the dark I see her eyes
And I can't imagine any other way.
Just chatting shit into the void
No was to avoid this
It's for you, specifically
And I've got a lot to get through
Time passes, unstoppably
And we grow older every day
Death could come at any moment
Out of the blue
But we try not to think about that
And concentrate, rather, on what we should say
To the guy who wants our money
Every moment we make choices
Who's potential rammifications for us
And existence as a whole
Are for the vast majority unknown
WAIT, forget these facetious lies
In the dark I see her eyes
And I can't imagine any other way.
There Was No Other Way
And I said my butter and bread are rhyming lexicons,
You're a nutter, he said,
Lines like strawberry scons.
Say scone, not scon,
Do you eat an ice-cream con?
I ate your mama yesterday and she tastes of vol-au-von.
You're a nutter, he said,
Lines like strawberry scons.
Say scone, not scon,
Do you eat an ice-cream con?
I ate your mama yesterday and she tastes of vol-au-von.
Enlist the feeble analyst
The rat'll be a catalyst
Be subtle or he'll scuttle for
A getaway, dont let him, say
We be the only way
Dawning day'll call a play
Where angels fight a nightmare fair
A coward's right to life, however square
Has real impact when a vampire pack has got your back
You get me, blood?
Happy Family
Death and destruction. Pain and suffering. Dead lolipops and wacky cops. Is there more in life than I see? Is it worth watching? Corruption, tsunami victims and fat free fat. Politics, showbiz and ravished morals... I like this world. In the land of the blind the one-eyed is king. So depraved evilness and flexible wrath is what you need. You will become King even if you don't want to. People that turn people into themselves. Don't drive drunk Dad you might kill somebody. You might kill yourself. Won't that make us a happy family?
-by Andreas
-by Andreas
A Silly Mushroom
As we prepare once more to throw ourselves willfully into a cosmic realm we scarcely understand, I find myself excited, apprehensive and apathetic simultaneously and equally. The Prof just wants to take a bath.
See the bee
Seen the bean
Saw the bomb
And all between
Tick tick tick boom
Silly little man with
A silly mushroom
Come along
Wow. Hello world. Stars and lights and bells invisible, rainbows and tremors and jolts and you can see everything all at once and not understand any of it and it's wonderful. Sometimes it controls me, and sometimes I'm controlling it. Mushroom's are an incredibly frustrating place to be, because it's inspirational - but impossible to work. All these emotions, and opinions and ideas are trying to grab your attention, and all you can say is "Thank you - it's all wonderful". Indecisivity saves you. Mushrooms make you feel closer to god. Because God is everything. This experience resents me writing, because words are permanant, wheras this feeling demands that I live for the moment. Plus, it's physically difficult to write because the letters are dissolving on the page, and my hand holding the pen looks skeletally thin. But I persevere. I persevere. Because I must. Abandon perspective. Adandon assumptions. Just be. Drugs make your heart race. They do this to the body. They do that. People say, what do you do on mushrooms? Do? Do? You think and you feel. More intensely than you normally every would. And it's everything. Every dream. Every aspiration. it's the shape of the plan and, and, AND! No vision, no visuals can encompass it because it's everything. it's a love of life, and of beauty, and any attempt made to express itself. But it's love. Mushroom's make you feel life you understand everythin and everyone. Mushrooms fill your spirit with love. I'm saying 'mushrooms' again and again as if they were the key, and they're not. Mushrooms hurt, and they churn and the world falls apart every five minutes and you have to rebuild it again and again. Right now I understand what it is to be alive. Right now I understand what it is to love. And it hurts to write this because I'm giving up the moment to record the moment. But that's OK. Because I know that this feeling will pass soon, and the idea saddens me. But I'm looking forward to it. This seeing everything from every angle at once. This understanding and appreciating and loving and being constantly amazed by the beauty. This had to end, and one part of me know that - when the drug wear off, when I eventually sleep. It has to stop at some point, and because at heart I do not want that I am distracted. Look at this. Look at that. Thinka bout this or that. Everything. Too much to choose between. And I look back at what I've written and see LOVE and HURTS. The spirit wants to do nothing, say nothing, just love. The body needs to eat and sleep and exercise. The mind tried to mediate between the two and gets very confused. Now I am assuming. Analyzing. Explaining. And I don't like it. It feels wrong. Judgemental. I wanted to preserve the feeling. Eternally, I believe it's possible to observe and participate at the same time. You pick up the pen once to record a thought you don't want to loose, and you get lost in the pen. You can't see the world as a series... ??? Arms are going dead while I write. We all have two arms. Who died? Confused. We're all beautiful fucked up creatures. We all want to feel. And love. And understand. The philosopher king is overwhelmed and can't write. And I know to some we'd be fucked up druggies, but we're not, we're nice. The Prof is downstairs somewhere, playing the most beautiful classical music. And it's hillarious. And it's typical. I think I mentioned it's overwhelming - didn't I? I wish Firefly were here, I'd like a cuddle, but she wouldn't understand me, but that's OK - that's fine, I'd laugh and smile. With mushrooms... and that's the good side. But then your muscles crawl and you curl up into a ball and shake. And you can't feel the love that was so strong five seconds ago. And The Prof kicks the dance music donwstairs and you realise it's all OK. This is life. I think I'll go talk to him.
See the bee
Seen the bean
Saw the bomb
And all between
Tick tick tick boom
Silly little man with
A silly mushroom
Come along
Wow. Hello world. Stars and lights and bells invisible, rainbows and tremors and jolts and you can see everything all at once and not understand any of it and it's wonderful. Sometimes it controls me, and sometimes I'm controlling it. Mushroom's are an incredibly frustrating place to be, because it's inspirational - but impossible to work. All these emotions, and opinions and ideas are trying to grab your attention, and all you can say is "Thank you - it's all wonderful". Indecisivity saves you. Mushrooms make you feel closer to god. Because God is everything. This experience resents me writing, because words are permanant, wheras this feeling demands that I live for the moment. Plus, it's physically difficult to write because the letters are dissolving on the page, and my hand holding the pen looks skeletally thin. But I persevere. I persevere. Because I must. Abandon perspective. Adandon assumptions. Just be. Drugs make your heart race. They do this to the body. They do that. People say, what do you do on mushrooms? Do? Do? You think and you feel. More intensely than you normally every would. And it's everything. Every dream. Every aspiration. it's the shape of the plan and, and, AND! No vision, no visuals can encompass it because it's everything. it's a love of life, and of beauty, and any attempt made to express itself. But it's love. Mushroom's make you feel life you understand everythin and everyone. Mushrooms fill your spirit with love. I'm saying 'mushrooms' again and again as if they were the key, and they're not. Mushrooms hurt, and they churn and the world falls apart every five minutes and you have to rebuild it again and again. Right now I understand what it is to be alive. Right now I understand what it is to love. And it hurts to write this because I'm giving up the moment to record the moment. But that's OK. Because I know that this feeling will pass soon, and the idea saddens me. But I'm looking forward to it. This seeing everything from every angle at once. This understanding and appreciating and loving and being constantly amazed by the beauty. This had to end, and one part of me know that - when the drug wear off, when I eventually sleep. It has to stop at some point, and because at heart I do not want that I am distracted. Look at this. Look at that. Thinka bout this or that. Everything. Too much to choose between. And I look back at what I've written and see LOVE and HURTS. The spirit wants to do nothing, say nothing, just love. The body needs to eat and sleep and exercise. The mind tried to mediate between the two and gets very confused. Now I am assuming. Analyzing. Explaining. And I don't like it. It feels wrong. Judgemental. I wanted to preserve the feeling. Eternally, I believe it's possible to observe and participate at the same time. You pick up the pen once to record a thought you don't want to loose, and you get lost in the pen. You can't see the world as a series... ??? Arms are going dead while I write. We all have two arms. Who died? Confused. We're all beautiful fucked up creatures. We all want to feel. And love. And understand. The philosopher king is overwhelmed and can't write. And I know to some we'd be fucked up druggies, but we're not, we're nice. The Prof is downstairs somewhere, playing the most beautiful classical music. And it's hillarious. And it's typical. I think I mentioned it's overwhelming - didn't I? I wish Firefly were here, I'd like a cuddle, but she wouldn't understand me, but that's OK - that's fine, I'd laugh and smile. With mushrooms... and that's the good side. But then your muscles crawl and you curl up into a ball and shake. And you can't feel the love that was so strong five seconds ago. And The Prof kicks the dance music donwstairs and you realise it's all OK. This is life. I think I'll go talk to him.
Don't Wake Me
LIGHT
Take it away
DARK
Bring me day
SOUND
Spare this part
SILENCE
Hear my heart
EVERYTHING
Leaving on a runaway train
NOTHING
Left now but the pain
Don't get paid
And don't get laid
Just get by
And just get high
Run to your father
Or cry to your mother
Lean on your friends
Guilt-trip your brother
Gee, I Have to say, man
You're really neat
Why don't you just stand
On your own two feet?
Too much killing gets you bored
Keep on fighting through the pain
Another addict academy award
Comforts others just the same
Who's to blame?
Who's to blame?
Hope and coffee keep you up
To watch time slip away
Help! The record's stuck
Goddamn shuffle, repeat, play
This is lame
Who's to blame?
Mind poised for flight
Fighting sticky tethers
On take-off night
I'm a bowling ball
Precariously balanced
An a burger-king straw
This world's unbalanced
Let's end the free-fall
Are you screwing with me?
Lose the lies
And get in line
This shit is not fine with me
Just don't, alright?
Peace, g'night.
Take it away
DARK
Bring me day
SOUND
Spare this part
SILENCE
Hear my heart
EVERYTHING
Leaving on a runaway train
NOTHING
Left now but the pain
Don't get paid
And don't get laid
Just get by
And just get high
Run to your father
Or cry to your mother
Lean on your friends
Guilt-trip your brother
Gee, I Have to say, man
You're really neat
Why don't you just stand
On your own two feet?
Too much killing gets you bored
Keep on fighting through the pain
Another addict academy award
Comforts others just the same
Who's to blame?
Who's to blame?
Hope and coffee keep you up
To watch time slip away
Help! The record's stuck
Goddamn shuffle, repeat, play
This is lame
Who's to blame?
Mind poised for flight
Fighting sticky tethers
On take-off night
I'm a bowling ball
Precariously balanced
An a burger-king straw
This world's unbalanced
Let's end the free-fall
Are you screwing with me?
Lose the lies
And get in line
This shit is not fine with me
Just don't, alright?
Peace, g'night.
One Two Three Four
Jungle fever pitch keeper gloves.
Rock and rolling stoned to death.
Telling you too much ado about.
Hyper speed freaky style freaks.
Knocks on off beat back to school.
Prime of all or nothing else to say.
Sky high lights are bright eyes glaring.
Tang that's alright man of war story.
Sucker punched inebriation station.
Radio controlled substance abuse officer.
Saaj Aunt Letter
Oh, tired don't mean a thing,
When sleepy is on the run.
Wishin' for a phone to ring,
Show I'm no only-one.
Voiceless hearts tonight,
Stay when I wanna write.
A letter,
To a lady,
Long unseen.
When sleepy is on the run.
Wishin' for a phone to ring,
Show I'm no only-one.
Voiceless hearts tonight,
Stay when I wanna write.
A letter,
To a lady,
Long unseen.
T-T-Time for shutting down,
My workin'-dog machine.
Bright silence all around,
Tap-Tapping even seems mean.
While I'm musing what to say,
Kitty ups and runs away.
I'd better,
Find my bed,
Now for sure.
But I wanna do it one more time,
Keep searchin for the perfect rhyme.
To end my letter,
To a lady,
Long unseen.
Yeah!
The Truth of the Anti-Matter
decide. open. expand.
rest. breath. breath. breath.
don't look. don't like. don't decide.
just ride. hotride. glide.
stopstart. word. dot. word. dot.
stop. pause. unknown. thoughtless.
i once... what?
any memory. anything. memorything.
but which? choice. decision. crux. matter.
delay. pause.
decay. death.
decide or die.
live or die.
live to decide.
i. i. i. can. decided not to decide.
ha ha ha!
decide to die?
why not, it's inevitable.
don't look. don't decode.
don't be influenced by what's already gone.
don't be influenced by what's to come.
feel now. feel the flow of now. the nows. every now stretching impreceptibly into the next.
bang. bang. word. dot. bang. taptaptap. dotdotdot...
flickers out. world. scene. surroundings. unstoppable.
emptiness impossible with eyes.
the kate greenaway address book.
green meadows surgery newsletter.
electric calculator.
special dancing. massage.
surrey street atlas. f secure??
chris. de-instal. parrots.
screen. yellow sticky. green cable. paper. ice scraper.
photo of brothers at a wedding. niceday paper clip.
ruler. bt. phone. aura.
account manager. c.£30K. cross1008. Navias. Alex. kriztov.
src22. steve07729. chris 170. 210. 02.
19th Sept. Tues 21/12. 310. 310 290. 290. 1200.
bang bang bang. impossible. blank isn't available. eyes.
ears. prodigy. bang bang bang.
mistake. skipback. backspace. skipfor. taptaptap. bang bang bang.
shorts. tee shirt. wristband. eyes. ears. feel. locking. leaning., resting.
there's no... no... no... solid space. no human race.
mouse. touchpad. nipple. clit.
speakers. alabaster. egyptian. obelisk.
yellow dustbin. cupbaord. reginald perrin.
small red wood raceacar. large green wood frog.
size colour wood something. flamingo maybe nextime? kenya maybe.
time is running out. time is running out.
your time is running out. my time is coming in.
thin. fringe. binning. fulmination. capitulation. grimandi.
fools, the lot of them.
running out. tick. tick. tick. tick. tick. tock. bam-thwock.
and it's over. and it's such a miniature thing.
nothing. it is nothing. this is nothing. less than nothing.
a waste. a subjectless waste of time.
a freestyle waste of subject.
a timeless subjectless freestle waste.
a knot in the bars of time.
of wooden subject matter freestyling nothing.
backwards. forgotten. abject and unimpressed.
resting on wrists and pivoting on a whim.
buttons and khakis. hairdryers and liars.
coca-cola corporate grey-matter.
mindless sheep and cash cows get fatter.
beware the wolves of orient-r.
they'll come in a taxi to sell you a car.
run for your minds and our children will win.
print this out. screw it up. educate your bin.
rest. breath. breath. breath.
don't look. don't like. don't decide.
just ride. hotride. glide.
stopstart. word. dot. word. dot.
stop. pause. unknown. thoughtless.
i once... what?
any memory. anything. memorything.
but which? choice. decision. crux. matter.
delay. pause.
decay. death.
decide or die.
live or die.
live to decide.
i. i. i. can. decided not to decide.
ha ha ha!
decide to die?
why not, it's inevitable.
don't look. don't decode.
don't be influenced by what's already gone.
don't be influenced by what's to come.
feel now. feel the flow of now. the nows. every now stretching impreceptibly into the next.
bang. bang. word. dot. bang. taptaptap. dotdotdot...
flickers out. world. scene. surroundings. unstoppable.
emptiness impossible with eyes.
the kate greenaway address book.
green meadows surgery newsletter.
electric calculator.
special dancing. massage.
surrey street atlas. f secure??
chris. de-instal. parrots.
screen. yellow sticky. green cable. paper. ice scraper.
photo of brothers at a wedding. niceday paper clip.
ruler. bt. phone. aura.
account manager. c.£30K. cross1008. Navias. Alex. kriztov.
src22. steve07729. chris 170. 210. 02.
19th Sept. Tues 21/12. 310. 310 290. 290. 1200.
bang bang bang. impossible. blank isn't available. eyes.
ears. prodigy. bang bang bang.
mistake. skipback. backspace. skipfor. taptaptap. bang bang bang.
shorts. tee shirt. wristband. eyes. ears. feel. locking. leaning., resting.
there's no... no... no... solid space. no human race.
mouse. touchpad. nipple. clit.
speakers. alabaster. egyptian. obelisk.
yellow dustbin. cupbaord. reginald perrin.
small red wood raceacar. large green wood frog.
size colour wood something. flamingo maybe nextime? kenya maybe.
time is running out. time is running out.
your time is running out. my time is coming in.
thin. fringe. binning. fulmination. capitulation. grimandi.
fools, the lot of them.
running out. tick. tick. tick. tick. tick. tock. bam-thwock.
and it's over. and it's such a miniature thing.
nothing. it is nothing. this is nothing. less than nothing.
a waste. a subjectless waste of time.
a freestyle waste of subject.
a timeless subjectless freestle waste.
a knot in the bars of time.
of wooden subject matter freestyling nothing.
backwards. forgotten. abject and unimpressed.
resting on wrists and pivoting on a whim.
buttons and khakis. hairdryers and liars.
coca-cola corporate grey-matter.
mindless sheep and cash cows get fatter.
beware the wolves of orient-r.
they'll come in a taxi to sell you a car.
run for your minds and our children will win.
print this out. screw it up. educate your bin.
Movielife
Birthed as a copy
Against ritual
By intention proud
Concieved uncertainly
Hesitantly conceding
To respect and love
Of politics copied
Against ritual
By intention proud
Concieved uncertainly
Hesitantly conceding
To respect and love
Of politics copied
Again, Again
May I suggest good natured doorknob?
Trinkets trivialise systemic injustice.
Laughter lines have a way of wriggling out of trouble.
Be like the boy.
The sound of one hand clapping.
I'd fight gandhi.
Frustration.
Silence is impossible.
Blankness impossible.
Zen like tranquility impossible.
Too many embedded images.
Hotkeys linking everything and anything.
Stream of consciousness.
River of shit.
Fear.
Nausea.
Oatmeal.
Pedigree thoroughbred horses.
Girls love horses.
Do horses love girls,
or are they crying out for some good masculine company?
Hmmmm....
Flibble.
Penguin.
Hand puppet.
Glowing red eyes.
Red gingham dress.
Dorothy.
Oz.
Bumhug.
Oy.
King.
Tower.
Gunslinger.
Cowboy.
Rivers of deciet.
Rolling rock.
Road to joy.
Ode to joy.
To joy.
Easy rider.
Black magic woman.
Crooner.
Spooning.
Desire, lust and loneliness.
Gaping hole like a tooth pulled out too late.
Uncomfortable.
Do I still love her?
I felt OK, and yet now one dream has hit me for six.
Kaboom.
Kabluey.
The power of dreams.
The power of love. T
he dove from above.
Coo, coo.
Coon, nigger, chink, faggot, the tunnel of persecution.
The funnel of infiltration.
Father is not real, but a ghost in the machine.
A whisper in the ether.
Again, the power of dreams.
Wachowski,
anime,
Cameron,
pi,
requiem for a boiled egg.
Banana skin slip.
Banana split.
Hangers and busses and tramps with hot cross buns.
Theives with delusions of grandeur greater than god.
Bars of jails and mars and snickers.
Do not go out with a whimper.
Do not go out at all.
Trinkets trivialise systemic injustice.
Laughter lines have a way of wriggling out of trouble.
Be like the boy.
The sound of one hand clapping.
I'd fight gandhi.
Frustration.
Silence is impossible.
Blankness impossible.
Zen like tranquility impossible.
Too many embedded images.
Hotkeys linking everything and anything.
Stream of consciousness.
River of shit.
Fear.
Nausea.
Oatmeal.
Pedigree thoroughbred horses.
Girls love horses.
Do horses love girls,
or are they crying out for some good masculine company?
Hmmmm....
Flibble.
Penguin.
Hand puppet.
Glowing red eyes.
Red gingham dress.
Dorothy.
Oz.
Bumhug.
Oy.
King.
Tower.
Gunslinger.
Cowboy.
Rivers of deciet.
Rolling rock.
Road to joy.
Ode to joy.
To joy.
Easy rider.
Black magic woman.
Crooner.
Spooning.
Desire, lust and loneliness.
Gaping hole like a tooth pulled out too late.
Uncomfortable.
Do I still love her?
I felt OK, and yet now one dream has hit me for six.
Kaboom.
Kabluey.
The power of dreams.
The power of love. T
he dove from above.
Coo, coo.
Coon, nigger, chink, faggot, the tunnel of persecution.
The funnel of infiltration.
Father is not real, but a ghost in the machine.
A whisper in the ether.
Again, the power of dreams.
Wachowski,
anime,
Cameron,
pi,
requiem for a boiled egg.
Banana skin slip.
Banana split.
Hangers and busses and tramps with hot cross buns.
Theives with delusions of grandeur greater than god.
Bars of jails and mars and snickers.
Do not go out with a whimper.
Do not go out at all.
Saturday Wakeup
Paper chasers laughing gayley,
playfully fooling cool little princes.
Wincing wives on their seventh lives,
love kitty-cats enough to by them bats as playmates.
But mine Fuhrer says enough's enough.
If you don't open this door I'll break it down.
You can't.
You're weak.
My foot alone can hold you at bay.
He's laughable.
She's not laughing.
She's sad that it's come to this.
Why didn't I say yes,
not, yes, instead of yes,
but later, properly?
Missed the boat.
The ferry has left.
The sweet bliss awaiting shall remain ever unreached.
I'm haunted.
Her face,
her body,
her smell,
her taste,
her voice moaning against my ear,
breathless,
lost,
exultant.
I fear I love her yet.
I fear I love her always and the harder I protest the move obvious it becomes.
I'm haunted.
If he steps inside my circle he shant leave with all his bones as one.
Shatter,
cracker,
smash and bash.
Rape and pillage.
Duvet and pillow.
Tools and tricks of the dreamers trade.
Watchclock watching dogs sleeping doesn't let them lie but forces truth out word by word. Slipping gems seamlessly into silt and dross.
Daring a deity to sift and sort and anally analyse.
Surprise, surprise,
t'was all but a midsummer nights dreaming.
Head and heart and lust and soul.
Throw my self in silent jail.
Leave me peaceless.
Lose my place.
Disqualified from the human race for shoving.
playfully fooling cool little princes.
Wincing wives on their seventh lives,
love kitty-cats enough to by them bats as playmates.
But mine Fuhrer says enough's enough.
If you don't open this door I'll break it down.
You can't.
You're weak.
My foot alone can hold you at bay.
He's laughable.
She's not laughing.
She's sad that it's come to this.
Why didn't I say yes,
not, yes, instead of yes,
but later, properly?
Missed the boat.
The ferry has left.
The sweet bliss awaiting shall remain ever unreached.
I'm haunted.
Her face,
her body,
her smell,
her taste,
her voice moaning against my ear,
breathless,
lost,
exultant.
I fear I love her yet.
I fear I love her always and the harder I protest the move obvious it becomes.
I'm haunted.
If he steps inside my circle he shant leave with all his bones as one.
Shatter,
cracker,
smash and bash.
Rape and pillage.
Duvet and pillow.
Tools and tricks of the dreamers trade.
Watchclock watching dogs sleeping doesn't let them lie but forces truth out word by word. Slipping gems seamlessly into silt and dross.
Daring a deity to sift and sort and anally analyse.
Surprise, surprise,
t'was all but a midsummer nights dreaming.
Head and heart and lust and soul.
Throw my self in silent jail.
Leave me peaceless.
Lose my place.
Disqualified from the human race for shoving.
Anit-See
What time is this?
Clean white bright light.
Who's rage do I hear,
Deliberately provoking the night?
Sweet ash of sickness,
Gracefully intertwined,
With a sober fizz of one forgotten.
Why does the itch never stop?
Will the beat go on for always?
What patterns I shall see.
Clean white bright light.
Who's rage do I hear,
Deliberately provoking the night?
Sweet ash of sickness,
Gracefully intertwined,
With a sober fizz of one forgotten.
Why does the itch never stop?
Will the beat go on for always?
What patterns I shall see.
A mirror-box for past and life,
Tinted through a dreamers brush,
In shades of sky and sea,
Slashed across sunny flower fields.
Whirring constant beast companion,
Singing obediently around the world,
Your savage, intangible distance,
Is continually barely tolerated.
And outside this cosy reflection,
Lies the darkness between,
Two trapped mirrors.
Finite
Three sections spilling clean bean living,
On the street from burning hands,
To burning clams.
I love you anyway,
I always will, that's how it is.
Frog fishing in the rain,
He lost my ring again.
I'm sorry everyone,
Didn't mean to kill fun.
Brick chimney for the sweep.
Keep gremlins from the meet.
Move your feet if,
You can't stand the heat.
I'm flying low this show.
Steel boots that walk for me.
Who shows me who to be?
Without the mirror in your eyes.
I'm the ghost of a reflection.
Keep trying, don't start crying.
Keep looking, hope is coming.
Soon this will be a bad-dream,
As if it isn't now.
On the street from burning hands,
To burning clams.
I love you anyway,
I always will, that's how it is.
Frog fishing in the rain,
He lost my ring again.
I'm sorry everyone,
Didn't mean to kill fun.
Brick chimney for the sweep.
Keep gremlins from the meet.
Move your feet if,
You can't stand the heat.
I'm flying low this show.
Steel boots that walk for me.
Who shows me who to be?
Without the mirror in your eyes.
I'm the ghost of a reflection.
Keep trying, don't start crying.
Keep looking, hope is coming.
Soon this will be a bad-dream,
As if it isn't now.
Polanski Speaks
Insufferable fools,
I can't believe it!
Your luck is improbably bad,
Or you're suicidally stupid,
Or the weaver favours me today.
I've known for weeks you'd come.
Oh, you'll see all I've done.
Today a hero walks
A superhero stalks
His latest enemy
And normals just wont see
Could they appreciate
The flavour of my justice?
See faces stung by fear
Their fault for coming here
Hope you liked my welcome pack
Please, please! Come back!
You'll never leave outside a body-bag.
The old hag even bought them for me.
She says I take it too lightly,
That my joke just un-nerves them slightly
Bitch hasn't my vision, my curse.
Any more and they flee immediately,
I'm tying them taught as possible.
Just gotta make them stay till,
I knock'em dead. 1, 2, 3.
In the head, head, head.
I can't believe it!
Your luck is improbably bad,
Or you're suicidally stupid,
Or the weaver favours me today.
I've known for weeks you'd come.
Oh, you'll see all I've done.
Today a hero walks
A superhero stalks
His latest enemy
And normals just wont see
Could they appreciate
The flavour of my justice?
See faces stung by fear
Their fault for coming here
Hope you liked my welcome pack
Please, please! Come back!
You'll never leave outside a body-bag.
The old hag even bought them for me.
She says I take it too lightly,
That my joke just un-nerves them slightly
Bitch hasn't my vision, my curse.
Any more and they flee immediately,
I'm tying them taught as possible.
Just gotta make them stay till,
I knock'em dead. 1, 2, 3.
In the head, head, head.
Gay December
when i look at you
i see myself
in your emptiness
and then i do
to myself
all the more
because of all the less
unless of course
i try to force
the doors
to relevancy
i hope you see
a floor for the horse
beside the people
under the stairs
who stare in care
through the panes
of pain and rain
but came because
they lost the way
between tomorrow
and yesterday
and stay the course
of course to say
they did it their way
despite the plain stain
on the drain
from calamity jane
who lost a horse
outside the house
and without clout
prevented the rout
on a rainy day
in gay december
i see myself
in your emptiness
and then i do
to myself
all the more
because of all the less
unless of course
i try to force
the doors
to relevancy
i hope you see
a floor for the horse
beside the people
under the stairs
who stare in care
through the panes
of pain and rain
but came because
they lost the way
between tomorrow
and yesterday
and stay the course
of course to say
they did it their way
despite the plain stain
on the drain
from calamity jane
who lost a horse
outside the house
and without clout
prevented the rout
on a rainy day
in gay december
No One Can Break Us
who will i tell it all too?
who shall remember my name?
my fame is invisible,
skillfully decieving.
silently weaving.
creeping at creeps.
sneaking at spooks.
spooking at leaks,
and creaking at crooks.
flattened.
smothering.
monkey business everywhere.
fucking in the bushes.
meet me in the bathroom.
and watch it all return.
deal me in.
are you in or out?
deal me in.
what was that about the empress's clothes?
have i got something on my face?
who won the race?
who won the prize,
and are they still alive?
have you checked?
whispers from a dustbin lid,
about the soldier kid.
lost in the blue abyss.
white light always white.
bright light day in day out.
bright white fighting light making always petty demands.
can you fill me in?
super smooth baby,
like a honey house.
this mickey mouse dealing in can close the house,
kiddo.
let's go.
i wanna go.
go home with you.
one in the air and two in the hand,
but this hand that hand this that thisthat.
insatiable.
unstoppable.
springs give back what you give in.
give it all,
hold nothing back jack.
without a man on point we're nothing,
and all the japanese trickery in the world isn't saving our bacon.
tired,
injured,
and still overconfident.
you deserved that kicking from the romans you upstart punk.
ignore the mancs,
they're crude and lude and talented,
but they've nothing to offer today.
just get,
get,
get,
get over here.
scorpion says fight.
arena fatality.
animality.
friendship finisher.
love's like a bomb blowing my mind.
women, eh?
pie any time.
so feelin' fine.
fallin' apart.
calm to the end,
then doing my nut.
gradients of grapes.
flavours of date.
seeing but not believing,
younger than young.
a picture well hung.
a clock with no face,
and a winner with no race.
wastelands and pastures.
farmers and carpenters.
pickles and pooches.
blimps and chimps.
chumps at the dumps,
cats with humps from the mumps from the runts.
all right now.
i'll be your light of yore.
point'll show the men how to score.
all right now.
i see the love in your eyes.
or is that just a reflection?
who shall remember my name?
my fame is invisible,
skillfully decieving.
silently weaving.
creeping at creeps.
sneaking at spooks.
spooking at leaks,
and creaking at crooks.
flattened.
smothering.
monkey business everywhere.
fucking in the bushes.
meet me in the bathroom.
and watch it all return.
deal me in.
are you in or out?
deal me in.
what was that about the empress's clothes?
have i got something on my face?
who won the race?
who won the prize,
and are they still alive?
have you checked?
whispers from a dustbin lid,
about the soldier kid.
lost in the blue abyss.
white light always white.
bright light day in day out.
bright white fighting light making always petty demands.
can you fill me in?
super smooth baby,
like a honey house.
this mickey mouse dealing in can close the house,
kiddo.
let's go.
i wanna go.
go home with you.
one in the air and two in the hand,
but this hand that hand this that thisthat.
insatiable.
unstoppable.
springs give back what you give in.
give it all,
hold nothing back jack.
without a man on point we're nothing,
and all the japanese trickery in the world isn't saving our bacon.
tired,
injured,
and still overconfident.
you deserved that kicking from the romans you upstart punk.
ignore the mancs,
they're crude and lude and talented,
but they've nothing to offer today.
just get,
get,
get,
get over here.
scorpion says fight.
arena fatality.
animality.
friendship finisher.
love's like a bomb blowing my mind.
women, eh?
pie any time.
so feelin' fine.
fallin' apart.
calm to the end,
then doing my nut.
gradients of grapes.
flavours of date.
seeing but not believing,
younger than young.
a picture well hung.
a clock with no face,
and a winner with no race.
wastelands and pastures.
farmers and carpenters.
pickles and pooches.
blimps and chimps.
chumps at the dumps,
cats with humps from the mumps from the runts.
all right now.
i'll be your light of yore.
point'll show the men how to score.
all right now.
i see the love in your eyes.
or is that just a reflection?
Answers On A Postcard
I look around, I look around, I see a lot of new faces.
I get scared.
Three juggling balls, stacked crooked, balanced tall.
Precursor to a life lived,
Out of a bus.
Out a blonde's mouth in an accent loved.
A new silver ring.
Steel silver smooth.
Silver fish turning organised information into lace.
Disparate threads so distinctly unintelligible on the outside,
My stubborn, stupid, skull.
Cannot connect all for you all at once for me.
I want to express myself,
So as you cannot understand.
Don't want to be naked.
Tips thrill for the touch of keys,
Denied. Denying still.
Yearning without expectation.
Someone say Houston,
We are go, go, go for launch!
Green light, ding-ding,
Ker-Pow!
Be someone, me,
And get with the program.
Happy days are here again.
Truly, trust and believe.
Issues, oh the issues,
So beloved and inconsequential to all,
Yet mine and shared uder camouflage.
For snoops, spies, and all those who persevere and are loved-a-little-more.
Ms Fantastic Mister, I have for you on a silver platter,
Emotions muscle,
Freely given by Scorpio,
On a hasty/sure bond of tea-rust.
Clickity-clicked.
Which way is up?
Open, honest, don't break me.
Oh little flame flutter,
Who lost, plays the strings so carelessly.
Recover. Come stable. Hope.
Play the strings sure, considerately.
Or please don't pluck them at all.
Step by step on a course of life.
Vista sublime and reachable/unreachable.
Step, stumbles, stagger.
Don't fall.
Don't fall.
Don't call,
So loud. I shut myself and miss the view.
I live in a bungalow, or a downstairs flat,
But my staircase leads to the moon.
One. Day. At. A. Time.
It's fine.
I'm afraid I've got nothing to say.
No voice to say it.
No eyes to see it.
But I don't believe it.
Get lost in a maze of myriad sparkles,
Spinning sticks and flying buses,
Different egg twins and the lemonorange man,
Pointless examinations of an electronic trail.
Missing the way she makes me feel.
Quote and unquote.
My travelling cage parties for days,
And to not look outside is so easy.
Without the parties, or the easy.
Release me, I'm not stupid.
Merry Christmas One.
And Merry Christmas All.
Ho Ho Ho.
Fee Fi Fo Fum.
Brut Fauce Ov Miynde
Call now!
Just pick up the phone and take a bite.
You know it's the right decision,
Jesus knows you've been patient enough.
Just bite right in.
Have a nibble, taste a tad, then savage it.
Unleash the serpant beast. Feast.
For all that is good and holy, Lady,
Just let me on that plane of existential painting.
Let the Moonflower's baby live in squalor and self-satisfaction,
If that is really the 'one thing in all the universe',
That would maker her as happy as a shiny purple rock.
By all means, Darling, I'm delighted for her.
Pass on the punishment, people,
Please proudly pack up your pineapples,
And piss-on off out of here.
The sooner we see the back of you,
The faster all our tables will grow.
My electric avenue has always been the brightest,
Strip in my lyrical settelement,
But as we cross over into new air,
My earthworms protest vividly against any move on,
My part to turn disestablishmentarianism into a disco.
Go down, eat out, speak your mind.
Just pick up the phone and take a bite.
You know it's the right decision,
Jesus knows you've been patient enough.
Just bite right in.
Have a nibble, taste a tad, then savage it.
Unleash the serpant beast. Feast.
For all that is good and holy, Lady,
Just let me on that plane of existential painting.
Let the Moonflower's baby live in squalor and self-satisfaction,
If that is really the 'one thing in all the universe',
That would maker her as happy as a shiny purple rock.
By all means, Darling, I'm delighted for her.
Pass on the punishment, people,
Please proudly pack up your pineapples,
And piss-on off out of here.
The sooner we see the back of you,
The faster all our tables will grow.
My electric avenue has always been the brightest,
Strip in my lyrical settelement,
But as we cross over into new air,
My earthworms protest vividly against any move on,
My part to turn disestablishmentarianism into a disco.
Go down, eat out, speak your mind.
Sunshine of Your Snooze
Page is in slumberland
Serving a Knight
Master of ghost-light
Cage of a thunder
Manned by chance
Change and fate
Awaking loon late
Contemplating
Noon on a date
He's salivating
Over the underside
Of cryogenic sleep
Serving a Knight
Master of ghost-light
Cage of a thunder
Manned by chance
Change and fate
Awaking loon late
Contemplating
Noon on a date
He's salivating
Over the underside
Of cryogenic sleep
IQBT
Words without a saying
Pain without a paying
Dead without a slaying
Games without a playing
Still without a staying
Flee without a flaying
Here without a praying
In quiet Bournemouth Town.
Pain without a paying
Dead without a slaying
Games without a playing
Still without a staying
Flee without a flaying
Here without a praying
In quiet Bournemouth Town.
(Don't) Listen To Me
don't listen to me
i have nothing to say
not been out all day
just stay and play
stalling for time
on my ryhme resume
i talk to myself
no choice but to obey
i have nothing to say
not been out all day
just stay and play
stalling for time
on my ryhme resume
i talk to myself
no choice but to obey
duly documented discourse
aging in a fastidious archive
wakes to footsteps echoing
fate brings a new force
this whole farce
is closing in
please listen to me
you can't go on this way
being seen to stray
someone has to pay
free-falling for you
face-first in cold clay
are you talking to me?
so we must obey
silently she slumbers on
innocently unaware of what's ahead
all dead don't escape
progress always rumbles on
the richest con
can't stop now
Loss Of Concentration
stick slips in my grip
spins slow-mo away
flinch faster than light
cant catch it quite right
tips tap it too far
the moment is gone
my part has been played
i got it all wrong
watch them whip away
waiting for the crash
my new pc screen
probably wont smash
bang! the impact comes
with a triple crack
but onwards they go
god my radio
sunglasses flying
so's my wood elephant
watch it all happen
wish that i wouldn't
eventually
the moment is done
the room is quite still
pick up the pieces
spins slow-mo away
flinch faster than light
cant catch it quite right
tips tap it too far
the moment is gone
my part has been played
i got it all wrong
watch them whip away
waiting for the crash
my new pc screen
probably wont smash
bang! the impact comes
with a triple crack
but onwards they go
god my radio
sunglasses flying
so's my wood elephant
watch it all happen
wish that i wouldn't
eventually
the moment is done
the room is quite still
pick up the pieces
After the Other Foot
i dont know
if i ever told you
about the glue
that wont let go
it drips
from time to time
from way up high
the only way
to ever get unstuck
is to never even
have gotten stuck
don't stick around
when the sticky drip
is dropping down
on vulnerable ground
dodge, weave and try
to escape by any lie
necessary to whoever
is in anyway impeeding
the act of escapology
setting me
on this lonely road.
if i ever told you
about the glue
that wont let go
it drips
from time to time
from way up high
the only way
to ever get unstuck
is to never even
have gotten stuck
don't stick around
when the sticky drip
is dropping down
on vulnerable ground
dodge, weave and try
to escape by any lie
necessary to whoever
is in anyway impeeding
the act of escapology
setting me
on this lonely road.
Fight 2 Type
this is another all nighter,
grit your teeth tighter.
raise the hackles,
feed the ghosts,
do all of that which you like most.
no recap,
no night cap.
just an aussie hat and a sleeping cat.
this is fucked-up,
fuck-ed up.
spare parts for touring cars,
on velvet sheets,
for sleepwalking creeps,
listening to dirty beats,
bleeping and banging over vacant streets.
drop the eyelids on simmering saucepans,
cos she wishes she was a punk rocker,
with flowers in her hair.
tweedle dee,
tweedle dum,
twiddle thumbs linguistically,
see if I care.
it's six thrity three expressionism,
waking up from wakefulrest.
silly situations.
pleasant locations.
snappy abreviations.
contradictory confrontations.
stick around for the show,
don't go,
don't go,
no,
no.
you've missed it now.
you've lost the thread,
that wound it's way around into your head.
he's a dog,
your lapdog,
lapping wetly at the stained duvet.
yesterday was the button above play,
skip track forward.
there's no going back.
new task,
paid job,
rake stones and clean them.
polish gravel with a shoeshine brush.
no fear,
boredom repulsion in the form of tunes,
freshly caught in a net.
young morrison and yorke master,
gnarlsy baby and the mother of wolf.
more to come,
tick,
tick,
kill a biter.
look in his eyes,
this one's a fighter.
let him go,
it's ok,
let him go.
it's morning.
grit your teeth tighter.
raise the hackles,
feed the ghosts,
do all of that which you like most.
no recap,
no night cap.
just an aussie hat and a sleeping cat.
this is fucked-up,
fuck-ed up.
spare parts for touring cars,
on velvet sheets,
for sleepwalking creeps,
listening to dirty beats,
bleeping and banging over vacant streets.
drop the eyelids on simmering saucepans,
cos she wishes she was a punk rocker,
with flowers in her hair.
tweedle dee,
tweedle dum,
twiddle thumbs linguistically,
see if I care.
it's six thrity three expressionism,
waking up from wakefulrest.
silly situations.
pleasant locations.
snappy abreviations.
contradictory confrontations.
stick around for the show,
don't go,
don't go,
no,
no.
you've missed it now.
you've lost the thread,
that wound it's way around into your head.
he's a dog,
your lapdog,
lapping wetly at the stained duvet.
yesterday was the button above play,
skip track forward.
there's no going back.
new task,
paid job,
rake stones and clean them.
polish gravel with a shoeshine brush.
no fear,
boredom repulsion in the form of tunes,
freshly caught in a net.
young morrison and yorke master,
gnarlsy baby and the mother of wolf.
more to come,
tick,
tick,
kill a biter.
look in his eyes,
this one's a fighter.
let him go,
it's ok,
let him go.
it's morning.
ShatterSaved
A fist curled ready to destroy.
A smile at the ocean wave.
Seven seconds screaming, drawing breath.
Sand and sparkles heaped over death.
A beach. A body. A boy. A burdon.
Bigger. Better. Bolder. Buried.
The waves came in after waves went out.
Cutting revenge is an open path.
Revenge cutting a closed wound deeper.
A bloodstained eye, a bloody nose.
Blood soaked fingers, and bloody toes.
Sand grains scatter seawards.
Seconds fall through clutching paws.
Teeth grit, jaw sore, uncertain still.
Bloated, blurred, heaving waves. Tears.
A special remembrance, unexpected. Tears.
Eternal thanks. Tears.
A smile at the ocean wave.
Seven seconds screaming, drawing breath.
Sand and sparkles heaped over death.
A beach. A body. A boy. A burdon.
Bigger. Better. Bolder. Buried.
The waves came in after waves went out.
Cutting revenge is an open path.
Revenge cutting a closed wound deeper.
A bloodstained eye, a bloody nose.
Blood soaked fingers, and bloody toes.
Sand grains scatter seawards.
Seconds fall through clutching paws.
Teeth grit, jaw sore, uncertain still.
Bloated, blurred, heaving waves. Tears.
A special remembrance, unexpected. Tears.
Eternal thanks. Tears.
Beach of Lots on a Love
(click to see full size)
A picture of Stu (my brother), me, Kailee (my love) and Emily (Stu's love) on a beach in Bournemouth from earlier this term.
I was in a photoshopping mood.
Track 1: Intro
This feels pretty good.
Welcome to the neighbourhood.
My name's Cloudscaper,
Freestyle-Cloudscaper.
I craft clouds,
To look like many things.
These are my things,
Some of them at least.
These are my Cloudscapes.
They'd like to be your friends.
Welcome to the neighbourhood.
My name's Cloudscaper,
Freestyle-Cloudscaper.
I craft clouds,
To look like many things.
These are my things,
Some of them at least.
These are my Cloudscapes.
They'd like to be your friends.
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