the spirit talks
she talks to me
I am part of her
she is part of me
she raises me up
to lay me down
for I am anointed
with the
fungaloid crown
we are lovers
in the great eternal
we are the children
of the universal
.
the spirit talks
she talks to me
I am part of her
she is part of me
she raises me up
to lay me down
for I am anointed
with the
fungaloid crown
we are lovers
in the great eternal
we are the children
of the universal
.
I dreamed you were the ocean
and you called out my name
you said that if I joined you
we could end this worldly pain
I dreamed I was a sea shell
with the ocean trapped inside
and I called back to you
I’d swim out with the tide
I dreamed I was a dolphin
swimming in the sea
and I could feel your love
for you were part of me
I dreamed I was drowning
but didn’t seem to mind
for I was just dissolving
as you and I combined
.
I don’t feel inclined
to get too specific
with the various articles
but the general semantics
were thoroughly labelled
before distribution
mine read PSYCHIATRIC
but you don’t get to choose
your own labels
three dope chimps
were questioned at length
but they saw nothing
they heard nothing
and they said nothing
silence is the friend
who never squeals
you never tell a sucker
what is on your mind
I never cut cute
with established procedure
I always play by the numbers
chances are I’m right
you get more hee haw
in the long haul
if you’re deaf
and dumb
and blind
dummy up weasel
and don’t tread on me
I’ve been shelling out
my ragged arsed blues
at your convenience
and now you’re pretending
that we’re all square
we both know you’re lying
and I’m claiming nothing
that was ever yours
when you wandered in
without the needful
I gave you my shirt
and a big bag of weed
but you are claiming
that you did for me
that’s not the way I see it
and I’m forced to conclude
you have a faulty memory
or a bad case of greed
there is something
to be learned
from every betrayal
and you taught me
the folly of generosity
there’s nothing here
for greedy arsed stiffs
who gobble up
the merchandise
and later plead poverty
I’m not disappointed
I expected nothing less
it’s in your nature
to bite the hand that fed
and it’s in my nature
to collect what I’m due
you don’t know it yet
but you’ll square me up
you’ll repay your debt
I’ll make sure that you do
.
I couldn’t explain our affair
in a month of bloody sundays
we made a splendid pair
and pledged forever always
but the nature of personal power
and the dynamics of intent
are written in the air
you have to be it to see it
to know that it’s unfair
that love is madness
and that love is unkind
that it brings us only sadness
when it renders us blind
.
you like to draw me shadies
cause you think I drag the low end
but I’ve seen you sneaking home
with your knickers in your bag
you’re all fur coat and no morals
I met your kind before
I’m not casting stones
we’re cut from the same cloth
each takes what they need
and some of us need a lot
too much is never enough
to satiate our avaricious hearts
and we bleed for the diversions
that fuel the self importance
which sets us both apart
I expect some arsehole will save you
in time honoured tradition
buy you a nice suburban house
in a nice suburban cul de sac
you can sneer on a whole new level
when you’re sneering from afar
so if you want to look down your nose
at the folk you left behind
there’s no-one can stop you
no-one really cares - except for you
I always smile when you come calling
the shame is all yours, not mine
you’ll stoop so low – to reach your prize
I’m just a stepping stone, but I don’t mind
I could still have you - any old time
I’m sick and tired
of feeling sick and tired
I have my head
between my knees
the nauseating vertigo
has me retching
in violent spasms
but with no results
I’m running on empty
nearly flat lining
so I hit the floor
and eat dirt
just a small portion mind
I’m watching my weight
I got the heavy gravity
so open wide
while I disgorge
yet another can of worms
I’m speaking an old tongue
the language of pain
I’ve had instruction
from the stoic brothel
where they sold insularity
and phony self denial
but I can’t hang with that
there’s a canker at its heart
because we are all liars
and creatures of the flesh
who make virtues of our vices
and that's the naked truth
there are billions
of death-watch beetles
gnawing at the heart of the sun
there are cockroaches
the size of cadillacs
eyeing up your stuff
darkness descends
this time it’s terminal
no dress rehearsal
no curtain call
we all saw it coming
but we were enthralled
I’m tuned to the misanthropic
my fellow man is no use to me
it was his backsliding
brought us the curse
and flushed us down the crapper
which is where we belong
there are no acceptable excuses
in the information age
ignorance is the only crime
you were all forewarned
but you was somnambular
and would not heed the call
now you are crying
cause you aint got no home
you pray for your children
in the future you secured them
you promised them paradise
but bequeathed them ashes instead
.
I tried to buy my way out
negotiate a new deal
I’d been bouncing cheques again
but it was either that, or steal
I was all tapped out
I had nothing left to give
of that there was no doubt
all the ghosts of yesteryear
were gnawing on my bones
I attempted new directions
but they had me by the stones
I had to cull the innocents
they were getting on my tits
a killer needs no reminding
of the crimes that he commits
I’d been heavy laden
and running low on luck
they told me it was karma
but no I longer gave a fuck
all my gods where slain
by my legions of petty tyrants
but I had to take the blame
and bear that shame in silence
I shall not be shamed
by another’s words or deeds
shame is the quirt of fear
and fear is the prime motivator
for the reinforcement of ego
and the production
of personal mythology
but I’m consigned now
to the power that rules my fate
there’s nothing left to fear
in the face of certain death
I am centred now
on myself alone
and on the accumulation
of personal power
I stand as singular
and without form
I don’t require validation
I have no points to defend
I sacrificed my pretentions
and freed up the space
between myself and the world
I’m gathering momentum
as I shed my skin
I’m polishing my connection
to the man within
I’m well practiced now
in all my directions
I know where I am
and never lose my way
I always point in the same direction
towards the abstract goal
that some call freedom
I moved in short term
with the rhythm section
of the collection crew
I got no musical vibrations
but with a beak full of sugar
I’m a fucking metronome
relentless and industrious
regular as clockwork
and thorough in my executions
finesse was not required
they only wanted a bagman
to carry their bad news
I chow down good
I always clear my plate
‘cause you never know
just when you’ll be without
working with the collection crew
you see all kinds of mistakes
and how they can accumulate
but I’m all dummied up
and completely confidential
when it comes to individual cases
you slot your secrets in your pants
they might pay dividends one day
we are the shape of the real
your terminal destination
and we lay the hard edge
to your unspecified nightmares
those inchoate fears of yours
originate in our kitchen
where we cook up solutions
to your specific problems
and collect the promissory notes
you issued in your ignorance
we are the remedy to ambition
the murderers of dreams
.
there’s no will left in me
I’m so fucking tired
I took to my grave
these birthing pains
sometimes prove fatal
poor boys and sinners
can fall by the way
I’m crashing out
of corporeal duties
just bury me shallow
in case I grow restless
and hang up a sign
saying do not resuscitate
before judgement day