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
