I don’t believe in heaven heaven’s not for me heaven is a melancholy place full of desiccated ghosts longing for the living and the way things used to be I have no time for heaven heaven is for the dead I know you’re not in heaven to me you still live on if only in my head your name is not forgotten it’s ever on my lips and your face will linger in my memory for as long as I still breathe you live on in me
eye spy did you scope me real good?
do you like what you see?
every insecurity, deception, and conceit exposed
but for your eyes only and not just for
fun I'm the raw nerve and baby,
you're killing me lay your cards on the table
coz what you give is what you get how do
you rate my performance? have you seen enough
yet? if you'll be my mirror
I'll be your gun we'll paint this town
red but not just for fun
I want to be
free don’t you want to be
free? I want a piece of
everything and everything
I mean everything from bloody
bath water to the virgin rays of the newly risen sun
signifies something to the human heart
where everything is true
and everything is one
come back to my world stay
for a while we’ll cook up some action
but not just for fun you
can show me your wounds and I'll be your gun
hear my voice: 'Dagger'
heaven beats in tiny breasts they can trample them all with
their filthy jack boots but they’ll
never extinguish the source of that flame brother where is your contribution? this is the season of atrocity better get yourself a weapon quick another
messiah is emerging in the east he says he’s going to save his people from the spectre of old time fascism it’s
the rhetoric of the strong man lacking
his one weighed ounce of solid soul
he’s the shepherd of our hellish nightmares the instrument of some demonic
design etching his place in history in cordite and innocent blood the leader shall be remembered as the servant of beelzebub
hear my voice on the album ‘Dagger’
I
can cruise six miles over but you gotta come down sometime I got the pulse electric in my veins I’m throbbing with static drowned in the darkness and drenched in black rain this could be a dream for all I know I can’t tell the difference in my somnambulist phase je suis un zombie welcome to my nightmare my up is down I’m drowning in mirrors I cut my edge from the shattered reflections of the bipolar ripples that run through my creation I was moulded in the image of my maker semi divine in my mucky enclosure talk to me now I’m lost and alone I’m fighting with shadows so far from home
Hear my voice on the album 'Dagger'
hear my voice 'Dagger'
they tried to straighten me out the captains of industry they wanted to scrape me clean and strip me of autonomy they said I was maladjusted they had to save me from myself they took down my particulars and stowed me on the shelf but I contracted negativity from the bullshit that they fed to me there is no trace of dignity in their cruel economy I'm just another victim of industrial disease I'm a pile of lazy bones redundant and ill at ease
dead horses saddled
and flogged the symbol of
futility ideographs of broken people damaged and confused forty years in the harness
dragging for the man at the end of my bloody
tether I pulled a smash and grab I stole an ounce of freedom if only in my head I took to scrawling words to score some gravy with my bread
those first were words
ugly but beautiful just the same so I rearranged their
order and
gave them different names some they
say there's madness in my method that I have a turn
of phrase but from where I stir the pot
all words look the same
there is no magic incantation no happy ever
after I may as well tear
up those words and post
them down the crapper
hear my voice: "Dagger".
I ebb and flow a creature born of circumstance I apply strictly crooked reasoning to this strictly crooked world I chart the geometry of being deploying instruments of my own design it's an esoteric task but mine is a ministry a ministry of one I'd love to touch the sun with my banner fully unfurled but for the moment I'm consigned to ebb and flow on the gently turning tide
I ebb and flow a captive of coincidence I speak when I'm spoken to this is no time for clever rhetoric they can lock you up for speaking too loud so I mind my own business and mark my own time worldly concerns are best left for those who will carve a new paradigm from the flotsam of the old but in the meantime I simply ebb and flow while the tide gently turns
hear my voice: 'DAGGER'
with the fullness of time it will always come to this that we shall walk the crow road with the darkness in our eyes and splinters in our feet but we meanwhile shield our eyes from the awful truth we live an allotted time and are one day rendered meat
they
say a hero is partially courageous but mostly foolish that maybe a hero is just a regular guy who made an honest mistake a guy who wants to run like everybody
else but doesn’t
what’s he afraid of do you think?
maybe there are no heroes maybe
we are all driven by fear maybe we’re just a
pack of dogs marking
our territories with piss perhaps the real
heroes know this because
they’ve been paying attention and they know that
this life just a childish game
just
who is and who isn’t a hero? that would depend
who’s side you are on one
man’s hero is another man’s villain
we are all heroes in our own minds
few
ever see themselves as villainous
until it’s too late and the villainy is done
for some a hero is someone
willing to die for a cause maybe heroism isn’t about dying for something but living for something in truth the common notion of heroism is
a fiction an entertainment our prisons are full of heroes but nobody cares about them
I’m
told there is a hero within each of us
but there are more tyrants than heroes within us I pity anyone who needs a hero because heroes are thin on the ground villainy is much more common you can always count on villains to show
up on time
*Image: ‘The Death Of Achilles’ Corfu, Greece
