the last tyrant

 

don’t you just love being in control?      isn’t power the name of this game?         I shed a lot of friends       when I broke ranks with the stalinistas      they are out to get me still       with their psychic instruments       and ugly rumours       but I keep faith with my own principles        as befits someone of my temperament         and chemical impulse         I was vain         I was ruthless     I was cruel       all these charges are true         but I’m no judge      and neither are you

 

 I never swallowed the big lie       but I used it from time to time       when it suited me    and    conscience allowed       I reap as I sow        without complaint      I’m just one in a chain      that spirals off into infinity              the songs of my benefactors       echo in my mind     and I’m free to choose      just what I keep       and what I leave behind

mea culpa

 how far is too far?       how close is not far enough?      we left no stone unturned      in our pursuit of pleasure        but I touched you      right?     just as you touched me       didn’t we burn down the night?     and light up our days      with incendiary passion       brazen sinners      who made our beds in heaven      I have no regrets       do you?       if I erred on the side of foolishness       I did so by your grace      for your precious love

hear my voice on the recent collaboration with musician and producer Calum Marshall: ‘Dagger’.

stolen kisses

 stolen kisses       the knowledge of flesh        that’s what I like        I’m not going to bring you flowers        I bring you blood     I bring you fire       I bear the awful gifts you secretly desire

 and where do you go?          and what do you see?        when you could be running wild with me        and  with the passing of the seasons       when the months roll into years      there’d be a million different reasons           why I’m almost always yours

hear my voice on the recent collaboration with musician and producer Calum Marshall: ‘Dagger’.

jump

 

my soul aches         I’m tired       sick and tired      this life will be the end of me       I’m on my fucking knees  here       I made a call to jesus      but he wasn’t home        could be my fault         I’ve been dialling a lot of wrong numbers lately       I finally got the message          I’m in this all alone          I won’t call no more       but where’s a boy to turn?      my life is on fire      and I have just decided          that I’d rather jump than burn     

suicide help guide 

abracadabra

 

back in the beginning       when your words were absolute      you spoke my name       and I came to life      my love was formed on your lips      what kind of fiction does that make me?       copyright  notwithstanding            sometimes I’m stony real        others I’m a mere affectation        I’m not sure what that signifies        could be I’m not real at all        just a minor character         in some worn out old story       whispered in the darkness          in the end there was a murmur          when your words were obsolete

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the poppy curse

 

I’ve had bags of excuses     I could have quit      but I truth be told      I enjoy this shit       in any case         it could be worse      I could be stricken       with the poppy curse         for people can wither      or so it seems        like poppies wilting       in a field of dreams

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the sum of the beast (the slaves of babylon)

 

she bore the mark     we all bore the mark      the crown of sorrow        the sum of the beast      for we were marked for toil      and bloodshed      the stolen children of babylon      grafting in darkness for five bucks an hour

she was a back alley goddess       turning tricks since she was twelve     but all her scars      and pox riddled body      could not conceal     the beauty within      she was marked for exploitation      a plaything for corrupted souls

I turned to her in my hour of solace     free of charge      no strings combined     she was the sun     and its unholy laughter      they stoned her to death      with a needle and spoon       I begged her to stay        she begged me to go

there’s no escaping this concrete accretion        this city is built on murder and greed      it’s foundations are carved in bondage and suffering        so turn to me now     you children of babylon       demons in limousines       are baying for your souls      

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heaven

 

 

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

I'll be your gun

 

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

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the leader

 

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

houdini

 

here I am again        titanic in proportion       sinking like stone      sweet jesus show some mercy     and bring me back down          I've been on a death trip for a week       a week of bloody tears stinging my eyes     a week of hound dogs on my heels      and that’s a rough ride      for a man in my condition        I have criminal juice boiling black inside of me        I've been rendered meat       hung up on butcher's hooks       and pounded into pulp       slaughtered by my memories        I  can’t escape my memories       I’m shackled by the past      no longer cast as human       I'm just a fraction of a man        staring into dark infinity      my cup is filled with ghosts       I sup it's bitter poison        a fermented  blend of treason      concocted from regret and recrimination         dear lord    I need a fix     to blow away my shrouds        to lift my psyche out of this    I never meant any harm  to anyone       but I'm a prisoner just the same         I'm the last man standing         there’s no-one else to blame

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je suis un zombie

 

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'