it’s something o’ clock on the astral calendar that time of the year I’m put in the stocks cause I am tangential to the status quo too fucked up to go with the flow I’m all jammed up and glued to the spot because hell is social but I am not
I’m out of sync with the conversation another symptom of my growing alienation a greyish catastrophe unfolds behind my eyes as another fraction withers away and dies it’s the same old singer it’s the same old song something somewhere is going wrong
I spent my last afternoon burning foil every day I went to the well till one day my bucket sprang a leak the arse fell from the world nausea had my throat and I was humping air and filthy water I’d found the entrance to the 7th level of hell I was dissolving in a puddle of puke my revulsion was purely organic borne on waves of reflux action I was sickened so deep my organs ached my ego has taken a bruising but I’m bound to get lucky someday I’ll come back and buy this town smother the bitch with gasoline and burn it to the ground
if only in my head I always felt free let’s call it cheeky or maybe libertine I seize opportunity rock hard and ready sheathed in latex gloves I’ve more than once been mangled by the dreaded love machine but I have no regrets no bitter feelings more than once I figured I was only dreaming
there are no substitutes in this life everything that is is what it ought to be we are all just dreamers and this is just a dream but keep the channels open you can call on me I will not be defeated by the dreaded love machine
the moon was slung real low in a big lazy coupe de ville so close I could have smashed her
windows but I don’t carry no
stones in my pockets I’m merely packing bones I beat the sun into an early
submission it’s gonna be
dark for some time to come
the world has dissolved at my fingertips I know every colour of the night they were revealed to me one layer at a time it’s
not so confusing I saw it for a second it flickered in and out the symmetry of being has never been in doubt
drop da bomb on all gods and monsters
drop da
bomb on the alpha dogs
drop da
bomb on the smiling killers
drop da
bomb on the social network
drop da
bomb on the tower of babel
drop da
bomb do us all a favour
drop da
bomb end this slurry culture
drop da
bomb before it’s too late
this is the year of the locusts the season of the pig they dragged me to golgotha and tried to paint me red don’t ghost me now just because you can you might need a friend further down the line it’s a small world and that’s a fact we were bound to meet again I drew strength from that I’m counting once for sorrow and hoping twice brings joy I don’t pray for silver I only pray for gold so come on help me out minister to my wounds don’t pin me up again with your psychosexual harpoons
it’s gone dark oppressive in the nether latitudes where we are imprisoned in endless night there are suckers here who’ll bleed you dry they’ll steal your words and feed you lies I stand accused of the things that I said but I won’t beg for mercy I’ll never kneel or bow my head I’ll strike no deals with my oppressors you know I’m not crying coz I don’t feel sorry the night is seeping in but I don’t seem to worry
my outside woman stole my sleep that’s okay I got my inside woman to cook my meat she won’t drag me down and she won’t turn me loose she loves me like a friend coz we have a thing that shines in the dark she don’t care where I go as long as I come back
I’m as regular as clockwork straight as a die and crooked as life no-one tells me what to feel or where to go or when to sleep do as I will that’s the whole of my law I got the mambo and the strawberry jam I do what I want just coz I can
I wasn’t meant to be tied down I have too many friends doing my rounds I may be losing all my wagers but I still feel lucky I’m still in the game I’ll go down loving I have no choice I’m mister machine lighter than air they say that I’m bad but I don’t seem to care
got banged up for telling porkies wasn’t the first time won’t be the last lies are social lubrication truth is a pill that’s hard to swallow lies are a common human currency truth is a jewel beyond comparison so rare that no-one sees it if it stares them in the face I’m saving mine for maximum impact it’s my secret weapon my get out of jail free card the final resort when lies won’t suffice
she sees meat where otherwise serpents shine she carves deep her bloody policy seeks only to divide I knew her long ago in the once upon a time but we were never friends and she’s no kin of mine here comes the night the night that bears her name this bed of nails was a gift of design she said our wounds would keep us honest but that was just a lie she left her mark on me and taught me not to promise things I can’t deny she came to me a refugee there was some truth behind her lies she knew I was a thief but I never picked her pockets and she never asked me why but we shared a century of torments under midnight skies
you’ve been busted comrade we know where you sleep we have this place surrounded your delusional thinking will not go unpunished you are not immaculate you are just criminal and you have no friends you shall face the scaffold totally alone
some say that genius is
an affliction of the mind that torment
inspires beauty and the hand of god has blessed the afflicted with his loving touch but they’re yanking your
chain madness is a lesion of
the heart a slashing torment of the soul and no-one hands out purple hearts for self inflicted wounds
are you one of the beautiful people?
were you provided
the opportunity to shine?
you need a
friend who can hold you up
I know where
you can cut a new deal
but you
gotta get righteous
buy the
t-shirt
and tread
the path
that leads
to glory
you’ll find
new friends
among old
enemies
making deals
in public
lavatories
coz loaves
and fishes
don’t mean
shit
when your
pockets are empty
and you’re
dying for a fix
