they altered my prescription to keep pace with the times they want to pin me down to sanitize my mind but I can't get with that I'd rather be considered crazy than join the living dead who serve their damned machinery they've devised an inquisition to cure me of insanity they say that chemical infusions will bring me to reality but they just want to steal my high and send me to work in a factory
so much for easy lovers who will not heed the call who measure out necessities because they’re afraid to fall I have loved as others yes but I had crazy love even when it seemed futile I had the crazy love and in the face of hate I dished out crazy love when I had the hard edge on and my words were sharp as knives I did not ration my feelings I killed for crazy love
kudos big man you’ve got it
all sown shut no cunt’s doin’ what you’re
doin’ I don’t know what you’re selling but it’s the dog’s bollocks cannot
get enough you should publish
brother you’ll make a fucking mint… another punter gets a free dose and says
he liked it but I’ll never see him
again I don’t really mind but it’s
paying customers I need before I’m weaving shadows and I’m moth-eaten wafer thin
I got papers going back decades they’re worth something to me but
they won’t pay the rent I know
stories that pay off with a kick in
the knackers I stitched them all together on endless reams of pulp I’ll
read you one now for a small
consideration simply grease my pocket I’ll pour moonshine in your ear it won’t taste all that sweet but I promise you won’t care
there’s no rest for the wicked I should know I get no rest even in my sleep I sing the watered down blues old men’s songs idiot verse for the hard of thinking god has blessed the common people they got nothing but pipe dreams and empties but they shall inherit the earth it’s a bovine compact strictly for the herd that’s an evolutionary advance over the individual the individual don’t stand a chance I should know I got bread but no butter I’m a rare commodity like dragon’s teeth no-one has ever seen any but we’ve all seen the movies where everyone’s an individual hero of some dime store melodrama airing on daytime television along with our life insurance options and burial plans coz in the midst of life there is death and in the midst of death there are tears old men sing the watered down blues and the herd fashion icons from their dust
is love a universal energy? is it love that keeps us human? some people know no love they are human nonetheless allegedly cast in the image of a long-dead god a persistent schizophrenic who pits us against ourselves everybody’s been found wanting in his theatre of distraction I know what I lack and I don’t give a damn
living on planet earth
in this 21st century
has been a real kick in the teeth
I was all set up for the
socio-technical revolution I was
prepared to be blinded by science
but all I got was fake news
conspiracy theories and the
new fascist state the world seems
darker now but something shines eternal and
it can’t be found in scriptures folklore or even those stars above something shines eternal and some have called it love
I was hoping for a reprieve it’s been a long time coming but I since worked out some new fundamentals there is only one direction and that direction is out I’m a prisoner here but do I work in a vacuum? no, I’m just a thief with a library card and if I didn’t do this I’d do something reckless I have a criminal heart and a liars disposition so, there you have it the story within the story I’m an accomplice to deception they might never let me go
heaven is now you can’t get it no place else safe in her welcoming arms I could be reborn or at least reformed but I went a bit crazy with my affectations she thought it meant love but it was just hunger explicitly matured women seduce your senses with the promise of pudding
I’ve been here before
rainy day lovers repent over the laundry their amorous fiascos with shell shocked soldiers and other romantic heroes are merely pornographic details guilty recollections of temporary diversions inconsequential in dimension free and for gratis if given the choice
home is where your head’s at and my head’s at home I ain’t stashing empty bottles behind no shotgun shack I’m organised for life here in the digital world I changed the lock on my door and threw away the key I’m walking that line fingers crossed behind my back
it’s fuel for life totally automatic sustenance by numbers maybe it’s the environment that best suits my clothing or perhaps the process of osmosis has slowly filtered out my ambition but I’ve seen the world outside and now I’m staying in
lifeless old notions and long dead ideas dog my steps I cannot shake them off I drag out those sad old fossils to salt my wounds on lonely nights I believe in magic because I’m a child but I believe in ghosts because I’m aged ghosts are our unfinished business we haunt ourselves always and everywhere with the spectres of things that happened and the spectres of things that didn’t even dreams are wraiths that pursue us in our sleep in the night my ghosts have voices they tell me I’m a ghost too that I carry ghosts within me I am empty of everything save my ghosts my head is a haunted house and ghosts my hollow companions
my words are carried to you through electrical transcription I type them out downtown you hear them in your mind I think I lost my mojo to another cinnamon girl do elephants keep diaries? coz I remember every sorry kiss how quickly we fade out how slowly we ride on the threshold of my mind is bitter sweet with memories baby. comfort me coz I’m sorry now sorry for all my lies I went wrong but in my own right I simply wouldn’t follow it’s the story of my life
are you up too early? or down too late? did someone steal your dreams? or did you give them away? maybe that’s a question for some other time coz I’m the bastard son of a bastard son just another lazy sod with magic in his pants and I’d love to stir your pot in the horizontal dance
there’s been a revolution though
no-one fired a shot our brave new monsters are conscientiously
amoral totally natural adjusted to the
vicissitudes of love and the demands
of iconoclast
does it burn? does
it itch? don’t get your knickers in a
twist stop your
sobbing dry your eyes I didn’t break your heart I only bent your mind it’s not your first disappointment and likely won’t be your last modern romance is a minefield and that just cracks me up
I see my own private babylon sinking with the sun everything is fucked I’ve got to let it go I’m just not cost effective so they put me out to pasture now there’s nowhere left to hide everywhere stinks of shit it’s the tyranny of conformity at least, that’s what I think but who taught me how to think? the devil makes work for idle minds I ought to learn to sing fill my throat with love I could act like I never knew but we both know it’s not enough unexpressed thoughts? I’m having one now can I be blunt? I’m in mourning all my dreams have died I don’t know what else to say it’s hard to think straight when you’re screaming
