I fell from
the sky
and broke
all my bones
gravitational
force
just won’t
let me go
I fell from
the sky
but I proved
I can fly
most people
don’t
and they
never ask why
I fell from
the sky
believe me,
its true
I fell from
the sky
and so did
you
we fell from
the sky
to make this
our home
perhaps we
made a mistake
but at least
we’re not alone
I walked into a door
or the door walked into me I got
the usual cuts and bruises nothing
to scratch home about I’ve taken
some beatings and maybe I’m better
for them but I think I’ve learned my
lesson I think I got things
straight I’m not the man I was and that’s cause to celebrate
money makes the world go round and I could always use more does that make me greedy? the whole world is greedy obscenely greedy don’t put yourself on the name of the game is greed the devil makes his home in the avaricious heart so how far would you go to get the things you want? would you sell your soul? would you stop to count the cost? do
you want what you need? or do you
need what you want? you can’t take it with you when you die there is no wealth but life
I’ll tan your arse
filthy boy a lick of the
belt will teach you to cry it was always me singled out this time
other times too but I’m
strong I’ll get by stupid cunt do as your told or you’ll feel my hand you’re not too old it’s not so bad but if it gets worse I’ll run away try as you might you can’t make me feel small smaller than I already am coz it’s all bread and jam pleasure and pain no animosity not in this house no tea for you and
early to bed where you’ll
struggle to sleep on nights filled
with dread
we’ve been waiting for the world to change most of our dread fuelled lives but that’s not gonna happen not in the world we live in they say violence is instrumental and violence can auger change coz the good guys always win they said so on the terrorvision they tell us there’s freedom here at
home but that’s just another lie freedom at large is just a dream the name of the game is power p-o-w-e-r don’t
put yourself on all paths lead to the inescapable conclusion that every victory is pyrrhic when the war can never be won
as the world spins on its axis and the sun sinks slowly in the west another tsunami load of recycled shit
hits the fan there’s always fresh meat for the
grinder there will always be war and rumours of war there will always be blood on our
hands because we’re all in the shit
together it’s always been this
way you can tell me there’s love in the
human heart and that love is the
universal law but I have to laugh when presented with the
irony otherwise I’d be screaming all the way to hell
back and further back back in the best forgotten I once knew yes, I once knew but I’m now inured to knowledge coz I roll up empty yes, I roll up empty more often than not coz I screen my calls yes, I screen my calls so no-one burns my ears with yesterday’s bad news I share my dreams with ghosts only ghosts know my true station I’m the man who knows nothing and the man who knows nothing is more blessed than cursed
I’ve been talking with my shadow and he seems worldly wise but
it’s a question of dynamics all
relationships are based on power I’ve
known that from day one so I’ll never be his hostage he’ll
never bang my drum you may think I’m crazy but once smitten twice shy it’ll take more than blind faith to unlock my locker coz I pumped a lot of pain and now I want concrete guarantees I lent my instruments to a wiser fool and
he tells me I’m doing fine he
rejects the phony work ethic he
never slogged a day in his life he says
we each choose our own burdens in
our efforts to break even
I was aware for quite some time my favourite lover was no friend of mine when the lights went out and she went to ground I knew it was over but I followed her down the promise of pudding burned in my loins when she took my ambitions and swallowed them whole maybe
it’s a good thing she no longer
comes around her love was so
heavy it made me feel old some kinds of love like poison flows I’m nobody’s fool but it just goes to show that promises may glitter but that don’t make them gold
*image: Gustav Klimt ‘Judith The Head Of Holofernes’.
the satisfaction doesn’t last long coz the more you have the more you want the more you want the more you bleed out it’s the best part of our nature and I go along with nature everything is about sex except for sex sex is about power and we’re all into power in a perfect world we could fuck without dominion but sex is emotion in motion and we carry our insecurities to the very end the desire to fuck is insatiable and it surpasses our morality coz inside we’re just animals and animals know no sin
I’d live without regret, if the world would just leave me alone I can’t tell what’s right, when all I want seems wrong coz nothing damns us like the things we love it’s the knowing that tempts us it’s our pornographic mindset that continually turns us on there’s a charm in the forbidden that makes it so delicious that we are forced to concoct excuses for doing what we want when we could just yield to temptation while we still have the chance
