see ya in a little while
elegy
this sky’s disguiserain pissing on the wild madman broken down on the other side of limboaimlessly going nowhere soondeep sadness heavy burdenfeeling olden and helpless finallyas someday we all mustgotta start my picture againtoo much hurt in thisoh i never fucking foresaw it! the roof rattlesthe window shakesi turn towards my music but its out to lunchmy paints sit there untouchedjust the fucking internet whence all trouble comestempting screaming begging me to log on againone more timegive it a shot suckerwrite the saddest most heartbreaking thing you can musterthat might just make someone stop and listenlisten to the sound of of some horrible terrible futurealmost upon usnow separated by the flimsiest luckiest chance now itself unravellingsome kid of thirteen sees some stupid singer on tv hey he seems so familiar….and the kid leans into the future and shoutsdoes it really all have to be this way?ok then this is the brave new world nowand anything goes and then everything goes wrongand then you fight wrong with wrong and you get more wrong backand no one ever learns andlong after i’m pushing up dazesthe same old idiots going thru the same old thingsquabbling over THE FUCKING DECK CHAIRS ON THE TITANIC!!!!whatever you reckoninsert yer own pointless example of futility hereall these words but none of them going thruabsent voice : you hurt me…..i’m sorryabsent voice : you hurt me goodlook i said i’m sorry!absent voice : you bastard you hurt me!look fuck it all I SAID I”M SORRYabsent voice : Dont you Shout at ME !I”M NOT SHOUTING!!!!!!!I”M NOT SHOUTING!!!!!!!!!!!???????(the actor (its roy scheider( from all that jazz)) appeals to the darkened audience AM I FUCKING SHOUTING??AM I FUCKING SHOUTING!!!???but the audience are already leaving the buildingsilently erskine turns to conesuela who shot him right between the eyeserskine : why …..conesuela […]
this sky’s disguise
rain pissing on
the wild madman broken down on the other side of limbo
aimlessly going nowhere soon
deep sadness heavy burden
feeling olden and helpless finally
as someday we all must
gotta start my picture again
too much hurt in this
oh i never fucking foresaw it!
the roof rattles
the window shakes
i turn towards my music but its out to lunch
my paints sit there untouched
just the fucking internet whence all trouble comes
tempting screaming begging me to log on again
one more time
give it a shot sucker
write the saddest most heartbreaking thing you can muster
that might just make someone stop and listen
listen to the sound of of some horrible terrible future
almost upon us
now separated by the flimsiest luckiest chance now itself unravelling
some kid of thirteen sees some stupid singer on tv
hey he seems so familiar….
and the kid leans into the future and shouts
does it really all have to be this way?
ok then this is the brave new world now
and anything goes and then everything goes wrong
and then you fight wrong with wrong and you get more wrong back
and no one ever learns and
long after i’m pushing up dazes
the same old idiots going thru the same old thing
squabbling over THE FUCKING DECK CHAIRS ON THE TITANIC!!!!
whatever you reckon
insert yer own pointless example of futility here
all these words but none of them going thru
absent voice : you hurt me…..
i’m sorry
absent voice : you hurt me good
look i said i’m sorry!
absent voice : you bastard you hurt me!
look fuck it all I SAID I”M SORRY
absent voice : Dont you Shout at ME !
I”M NOT SHOUTING!!!!!!!
I”M NOT SHOUTING!!!!!!!!!!!???????
(the actor (its roy scheider( from all that jazz))
appeals to the darkened audience
AM I FUCKING SHOUTING??
AM I FUCKING SHOUTING!!!???
but the audience are already leaving the building
silently
erskine turns to conesuela who shot him right between the eyes
erskine : why …..
conesuela : i didnt think the gun was so loaded…
and the people in the cinema say
aw fuck! is this the bloody ending
and they want their money back
and erskine wants his money back too
but boo hoo hes fucked whichever way he turns
he tries to be understanding but this magician has
no control over his temper trap
his magic seems awfully thin
his eyes are quite unmesmerizing
fuck! he says
and ya gotta laugh
and ya gotta cry
and you gotta wonder why
and you gotta get over it and get by
made your bed
you oughta lie
a nice long sleepy sleep
you wake up
n yer outta prison n outta hospital n outta the rain
and outta the cold and outta the hurt
and outta the poison
that clear almost tasteless colourless poison
going straight for mens hearts
like a liquid spear
killing everyone at once
reboot
everything i thought i knew about myself is wrongmoney flies out of my bank accountmoney evaporates as it sits in the drawermoney taken by the spiritsi am not cleani am grimya dirty fighter who always loses in the endsomething so fundamentally wrong with my picturesome instrument in my orchestra can never get in tunesome unseen error in my calculus fucks up the answeryou never saw someone so closeso fucking close to thisso fucking close to thatbut in the end…..what?a 2 byte singer knocking out 4th form poetry in a place wheres theres no school magazines anymoreweak and feeble and docile and grubbyi can do some yoga pose but inside im inflexible and snap….look at me whinging on the internet i guess you arelisten to me rave on about my inadequaciesmy false modestytoo late to be fucking humble matei can sling a sentence togetheri’m a real smart alec sanderi’m a clown at a funerala spare prostitute at a pricks weddingi couldnt go a round in a revolving doornow youre confusedwho are you sticking up for ….me?you know deep down i am a ratbagyou almost like it when it suits youa clever little ratbag but a ratbag nonethelessflagellating my straps moaning down easy streetas i squander the $ i made from some useless behemothstill with enough energy and time to discount my blessings thore read the liner notes to the soundtrack of yer lives thenhave another look at the finite printcop another highcop another lowa new lowa whole brand new lowhow low can ya go?i still dunno
everything i thought i knew about myself is wrong
money flies out of my bank account
money evaporates as it sits in the drawer
money taken by the spirits
i am not clean
i am grimy
a dirty fighter who always loses in the end
something so fundamentally wrong with my picture
some instrument in my orchestra can never get in tune
some unseen error in my calculus fucks up the answer
you never saw someone so close
so fucking close to this
so fucking close to that
but in the end…..what?
a 2 byte singer
knocking out 4th form poetry
in a place wheres theres no school magazines anymore
weak and feeble and docile and grubby
i can do some yoga pose but inside im inflexible and snap….
look at me whinging on the internet
i guess you are
listen to me rave on about my inadequacies
my false modesty
too late to be fucking humble mate
i can sling a sentence together
i’m a real smart alec sander
i’m a clown at a funeral
a spare prostitute at a pricks wedding
i couldnt go a round in a revolving door
now youre confused
who are you sticking up for ….me?
you know deep down i am a ratbag
you almost like it when it suits you
a clever little ratbag but a ratbag nonetheless
flagellating my straps moaning down easy street
as i squander the $ i made from some useless behemoth
still with enough energy and time to discount my blessings tho
re read the liner notes to the soundtrack of yer lives then
have another look at the finite print
cop another high
cop another low
a new low
a whole brand new low
how low can ya go?
i still dunno
post
things are goodnice breezepool is a warm 19working on my logicbe back with more stuff soon
things are good
nice breeze
pool is a warm 19
working on my logic
be back with more stuff soon