Forget the love of a billion stars as the wink upon the surface of a moons lake. Your blessing brings me my knees to buckle under the weight of the day.
Intoxicated light glimmering feathers upon my face
Soft, and flush, each a kiss from your body to mine
Reaching beyond each nerve to my soul and touching each part to heal it
Growing love, to melt into your body. Push gently, as a creeks first flowing in spring rain. Gulping then the streams supple blessing to my sounds forge.
A sadness drip we inject
A slippery mess
Mouth full of soons
Popping eyes
Thrusting knives
Rose maze …. Blind
Twice
Twice
Twice
Dies
Gathering
The dust and flames from fast recall
Smothering
All the thoughts and prayers you call
Blasting
Winds through canopy to embers fall
Leaving
Nothing untouched anymore
(Koala)
Nay the last few days had brought her better leaves than ever
Never had it seemed they where growing faster than she could eat
The big ones, with their big stomp feet had helped her find them
Stems, stalk and leaf, they crunched in her mouth, slowly to be digested in her nap
The big ones visited her and brought more leaves, so many she could not believe
How had they found them? It had been such a struggle, all her life
Now, it was like, forests of leaves just for her, it was nice
Silently, cameras capture her subtle beauty, come to visit her, call her cutie
The moon shone upon her enclosure as she was feeling her age
Darkly, the night continues to expose shadows across the leaves
She can’t eat as many, but they bring her more than what seems like whole trees
No more, the next night, they being no more, as she is now in the big eternal eucalyptus tree
And the moon continues to shine upon the darkness left behind
Eastwardly the raspberry bush grows
Anchored, down in the grass with twelve counters
Each day one disappears, taken on travels of mysterious places
I tie my shoelaces, and think of the races
Perfect metaphors for the capitalist people, watching it
The system hits them and as hard, clasping the crop in its hand
The raspberry bush grows nearby, sticking thorns into those taking coins
How many metaphors can you stand? I’m just here, watching the grass and hoping you can know.
They sit on the sidewalk waiting
A set of three green bikes
faintly I sleep on bus
Kicking life inside my tum
Rush, of the fight inside my mind
Is never quite satisfied by all the din
Lilies on my dreams growing like fire
Likes on rushing to play my lyre
Truss upon truss over the rumors
Kite flying higher, blooming consumers
Ring a ding, upon the quick sin
Campus body slopes and upon me
The more you change the more you stay the same
the song goes on and but the track changes
what is the story in your head
was it so wrong to be unfed?
I cannot see into the future anymore
its all just a blurr
I want to know did you lie or did you die or did you sigh?
at the sound of the gun
did we have fun
well thats it really
I want to know these things because I want to know its right
to have feelings like this, feelings like fright
why am I so scared
To say what I believe
To say my parers
To the lack of self confidence that I have held so long and deer
but it seems that tomorrow it will all be better again
at the going down of the sun
and then in the morning
I will remember what it was
to be who I am
to say what is right
in the morning I will fight
I will have the strength and courage to go on
Will the hart of sunrise bring me strength?
If It does not, I don’t care
I don’t give a flying spare
Its all raw
its all the last straw
and well thats it really
I can’t go on like this anymore…
anymore
like a song thats gorn old
like a wrong thats been done
three fold and three fold again taking back what was said cannot be done
its all in the past
its all why i break my fast
take it in your arms
cradle it well
let it grow and destroy you
or let it show and annoy you
take a step in the shoes of a poor man
the former self reborn, you find yourself starting back…
I feel more alive than ever
I am have been able to think again
My mind has come back and forth through the void
whispers tell truth
of all of our ages
it makes us feel like we have stages
this is my last day as a monkey
tomorrow I talk to the birds and the bees
but I will be a man and I will be free
I feel no longer lost or found in a hedge
Its a way to be hidden just resting in bed
being lazy and not knowing who you are
makes you wish apon falling stars
this is my last day as a monkey
how borders and territories
and feelings a mix upon them
this is a day that has more than what songs can bring
I cross a road and follow a path
they restrict us sometimes our own minds aside
try and understand the words and we feel like were absurd
knowledge written down for ages burns to the ground
we feel lost and found
big black stone on a hill
to store all that we can
and in it is life
as we understand
this is my last day as a monkey
citys will be built on this land and we must understand
that is is our land
it is not going to last
if we treat it bad we will fast
starve all the way
beyond our present days
and die we will in our hundreds
so listen to the land, be you monkey or man
because she will tell you all she knows
you have to look after her
and it is your duty
if you do not
folly will follow you
I feel more alive than ever
I am have been able to think again
My mind has come back and forth through the void
whispers tell truth
of all of our ages
it makes us feel like we have stages
this is my last day as a monkey
tomorrow I talk to the birds and the bees
but I will be a man and I will be free
I feel no longer lost or found in a hedge
Its a way to be hidden just resting in bed
being lazy and not knowing who you are
makes you wish apon falling stars
this is my last day as a monkey
how borders and territories
and feelings a mix upon them
this is a day that has more than what songs can bring
I cross a road and follow a path
they restrict us sometimes our own minds aside
try and understand the words and we feel like were absurd
knowledge written down for ages burns to the ground
we feel lost and found
big black stone on a hill
to store all that we can
and in it is life
as we understand
this is my last day as a monkey
Someone’s walking in a shadows footsteps
only looking to be seen
never knew the wishers
were the voices of the reeds
in the wind that flows so slow
down below the waters edge
is a man whose just lost
everything he couldn’t get.
Somethings eating the beginning
of the story thats so long
so it becomes a shadows footsteps
a simple thing to ignore
the voices of the long dead
become those of the newborn.
There is a creek
a simple stream
that flows down a hill
and standing their is
is a women who borne everything
and shes walking
she walking in the shadows footsteps
Intro:
Be sure to check out that roundabout
I’m sorry to ask but did you hear
News, come in and gossamer tears
The world has heated beyond our cope
I’m asking you, is their any hope?
Chorus:
Are we, bad guys?
The bad guys?
The ones on the TV?
Are we bad guys, bad guys?
We have blood on our hands, and knees
1.
We can’t beg her
Negative talking
Argue snorting (virtue signaling)
Grasp or forking
2.
I just can’t believe
She’s gone and we talked
And argued on TV (no one believes)
About how to get it done for cheep
3.
She gave and gave
And we spewed it all out
It’s now without doubt (dipped our snots in the trough)
That we are
End:
The bad guys
The bad guys, the ones on our own TV
We can’t fix it
Not with words
But only
Only
Action
Act
Act
Act
Accepting the truth
Only we can undo it
If we want
Her to allow us
To live
Live
Act
Only
(Repeat till fade: Live, Act, Only, Save)
How about a sip from my cup boy,
A simple little thing
You need not think that I am trying to real you in.
Its made from the peel of an orange and a little courage,
Not a thing you need worry about, I have no doubt
Drink it up, see its just like stout
Just a sip, thats all it takes, for the thing to have its grasp
You can’t give it a name, but it owns your soul
Give into its lure, line, hook, and in the cold
It will warm you up
Keep you high
then send you down to sigh
and start singing the simple line
How about a sip from my cup boy,
A simple little thing
You need not think that I am trying to real you in.
Sin upon sin
from within you mind
comes this desire for you to get higher
drink a little more from my cup
and you will know more about yourself than anyone could ever like
just a sip thats all it takes
will you break, will you shatter
against all the odds, will you not matter?
you try and fight it, but you soon find that another sip is all you need
you can’t deny it
just try it!
and your gone, never to be found, down into the ground
it in you now, and you can’t let it go
one thing alone can set you free, and I doubt you can pay the fee…
We wade out the way, to the ocean blue
I have been there way out on the ocean blue
Swimming I was, between these banners bright
Lost in the ocean, but to come back means we don’t
Sucking us down the rip in in the waves comes as suddenly
Grasping for air we see the lights
But then again we ask for a kiss
And then we are on the beach, and feeling dirty, unclean
I did sing to you, your dreams (long)
As the moon did shine upon us
Come hither, to the grove
Deep inside the big Forrest
I did sing to you, your dreams
I did sing to you, your dreams
You did sleep upon the leaves of autumn
And woke upon springs first rain
The fires of summer did come again!
And thats how we met,
In time again and times that pass
We meet again, and then we part
Four of us will meet again,
Four of us when sleep began
I did sing to you, your dreams
I did sing to you, your dreams
Well meet again and meet to part
Feet will take to the path
March upon the winters ground
And thats how we met,
In time again and times that pass
We meet again, and then we part
and then we part…
Cuddles are nice, and good for you too
Cuddles thrice, with food in your belly
feels and good as it could
I wish I could cuddle all my life
Cuddles make me feel,
all gooey and good
they change my mood
and hold me to you
Cuddles make me and you so happy
so lets have some cuddles tonight!
A rock face looks at the sunset beach
As I climb towards your love
Each place to hold my hands, to drop would be certain death
Breath, and hold me tight upon this country facing jade
My cave heart, it’s gentle beating heard from eagles to insects wings
I reach you, up upon this place we always meet and love
Gently as the other moons rise and deep into the night
Our love is beyond the reach of anyone with spite
(to the tune of Creep by Radiohead)
I can’t hear you breathing. I can’t hear my thoughts. I am close to panic. It’s all out of sorts. The poison on the water, and flames in the sky. A crane hanging dangerously, one day it will fly.
I can’t hear my heartbeat. I can’t hear your sigh. Square cogs in my engine. The hell of reality, the heaven of the night. A sunset of a civiliation, one day it will die.
It’s all a dream. A horrible nightmare. Tell me I’m going to wake soon. Tell me I’ve already died! It’s just to much to bear. This ignores all the facts. We aren’t the only ones here, but we will take them with us when we go. Go. Go. On.
Glory sprung from frosty life. I weep as flowers spring to life. Whispers flapping in my wings. Teeth of memory, racing the clock. Imagination tired of these methods, metaphors of effort.
Weekly capsule to the skyline
Astrology given bylines
Moon is silent, quiet peace
Robot friends, little beeps
Sea of tranquillity filling me with dark hope
”40” posted the hog, his snout elongated and sniffly
Nursing a cold like a new witch nurse’s a baby familiar
He looked at his accounting books from the milk crate factory
Beeswax slipped slowly down the morning milkshake
Shining yellow wattle light upon the poster on the wall
His old friend’s monkey and fox, and him, and the band they used to play in
Monkey had what? Gone to be a chef at that restaurant, in where? the London grotto?
Fox was Vixen now and made silk scarves and could she still forge the fakes?
Back to it, working, in the old accounting books, no cooking these he thought, taking a sip and trying not to sneeze
Clean now. Could the band still play? After all we were called
Crime’6 D0 Pa7
that was it! 60. The hog typed the answer into the log and decided to take a break.
He would give the old band a call, as soon as this cold passed.
Sniffling and wiping the last of the shake off his bristles, it was snowing again and time to go
Boiling hissing floating sickly
Made collision tongues simple
Them through flick enimies
Class sections airs become
For its all a war
Car park replication sit
unproductive upper filters eat
Thing Moment past farts
Waits potential apes died
Boiling made them class
Hissing collision through sections
Floating tongues flick airs
Sickly simple enemies become
For it’s all for war
Car unprotective thing waits
Park upper moment potential
Replication filters past apes
Sit eat farts died
Pricks of starlight frothing from the formidable sky. Grey clouds smothering the moonshine. Down warmth from the old fur knitting. It’s just soft enough to sleep soundly.
Blue sun rises on frosty plains. I wake and begin the day. Warmth coming and kissing the ground. Softly melting, and bringing a hope for spring.
Pain. In the darkest places. Seeping, dripping, seeking, eating all it can.
Ice. Falling. Hail from the sky down to the frost covered ground. White, pure, but killing any hopes for spring.
Longing. I’m hearing you speak. Say words at a coffee table. Knowing that you will return to this moment. Knowing this is the moment I will remember in the weeks…
Ducks. Snow. Tamed memories.
Little things I remember.
Your presence. Essence. The place in the world your had.
Eclipse. Moonshine.
Water. The lake. Roaring waves. Iceland. Dark smiles.
Juxtaposition, and it’s still a hot coffee I’m drinking. Another morning. I’m here. I can still here you. It doesn’t feel fair. But since when was the goddess fair? She made both the grass and the snake hiding in it. Or just perhaps the precursors. The soup that makes our reality. The memorial service.
The ducks. The lake. The Lacertae.
Screamed hot pain
Boiler seas
Higher nose
Inbleem
The cycrone
Has spoken
Lies
Rip, rip the water apart
Wind screams of a ancient past
Knives of hail, knives in your hearts
Cycrone came for our heart
Leftovers from the night before
Eating them for breakfast
Gallery of the meals we have
Have been posted to instagram
The clues, we leave behind each day
To find each other’s here
This empty city, just us all alone
And I walk in my best coat
To were your first clue is
A sign that used for me, says to meet me on the side road
Of course it isn’t that easy
Another clue their waits for me, and I’m in no hurry
For each clue leads me to your heart
And I’m in love with your mind
Twenty of the biggest dogs
Barking at a small child
Huddled in their blanket fort
Calling to their mothers
Mouse, nibbles at their toes
Et tu, mouse?
Begin my Chicago travels
punk scene and strong coffee
smoke clouds amoung blue hair
Future my demise, roll diagnosis experience
Peak rice blooming under sunset clouds
Can’t touch one sphere without spreading all the others
Neon man has a hat, slumps in the bar
Running lie, low swings, marksman’s eyes
Little did I mention, xylene chains and planting in the rain
From ghosts, black soap, hotel copies of the tribune and the post
Every day my heart smiles
Every place we are together
Cuddle heart
Love to hear your voice
No matter your mood
Love the feel of skin
Especially, nude
This is our place together
Joined by love, angels feathers
We’re in our cuddle heart
I hope we never part
Every day my heart smiles
Every place we are together
Cuddle heart
Love to make you breakfast
Eggs shining as the sun
Love to see you smile
Tea and some bagels too
Love inside our house
Especially, you
This is our hearts together
This is our place together
Joined by love, angels feathers
We’re in our cuddle heart
I hope we never part
Every day my heart smiles
Every place we are together
Cuddle heart
Cutting edges of the sky. Ishmael flies his pigskin blimp high. Drinking brandy, and some handyman takes the hammer wheel. Antichrist, the redeemer, or is he just a dreamer? Limited to dreams of living rooms?
Boost June of the markets, and harsh republic darkness, we can ensure the commissary looms. Flying over forests of eucalyptus, listing to Rick from The Band sing Holy Cow. Eating some cheese and doing nothing else now, except float along.
Wetlands forming where once were roads, greasy warthogs eating roots in an abandoned carpark. Wet silky grass growing out from this marsh, ghosting building aching from times past. Mikes dropping down the street, potatoes growing under his feet, have you heard the news?
Ishmael continues to deepen their search and steal all that girths, floating again by the sea. Still, there are plastic shells, creatures dying yells, the marks from little wars. No one thinks this is fantastic, the night that seems elastic, and a fortress full of ghosts.
Blissfull darkness
Comes with grey sky’s above
We fight among ourselves
Our money not worth the cost
By the time its to late we still have not stopped
Kissing us kindly death says goodnight
Walrus falling to their deaths
Seas empty of fish, full of nets
Angry boys yelling at us to stop shoving it down their necks
They are already choking too their deaths
Kissing us kindly death says goodnight
Flossing the neck lamps.
Tramp built guillotine sat.
Glamour daemons anguished upon their fishing from the lists of dark moon rituals.
Calculator buns, fresh from the oven, ready to eat upon their half of the second street, horns and a coven whom hath been gathered.
Onion, Top Hats, Potato, Coal and Hatred used to summon the Captain of the great flush
He’s a tough nut to crack, even standing overdrawn by the rain next to a tobacconist. Muttering sweet hatred into the street corner, hoping your pity is worth another box of dime store magic.
Ever the half-life, shirt stained by ignoble truth he watched them, and all who come to pass. Daemons pay him little if any attention. Go about their endless quest to hear the fires of hell just a bit longer.
Shagging off the last of the most important smoke of the day, sagging and calving edgy cardboard boxes covered in blankets that keeps just enough of the downpour out. Aqualung is muttered, as he slenderly steps into the Dreamlands.
