latch key kids we’d
tasted freedom the place to ourselves for a couple of hours we played cat and mouse beneath the bedclothes the sun and rain pelted the windows it was a school day we were both skivers adam and eve marooned at last in a council flat
I’m in the fucking dark here just
gasping for light flip
flopping on the shore caught on my
own hook nothing stings like the barb
of fear because there’s fear and then there’s the dread apprehension all emotions radiate from
the core anxieties I have shit festering
in my can that would sap your
will to live they lay in ambush my
denizens of the deep there’s no
respite they never sleep
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
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 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’.
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
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
hear my voice: 'Dagger'
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
listen to 'Dagger'
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
hear my voice @ 'Dagger'
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
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
hear my voice: 'Dagger'
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
