Belief
Believe in me
Relief
Relief in me
Believe it or not
I’d rather stay away
God is in my head
I must obey
Shout at me, vicar
Tell me what to do
It’s so easy to follow
I know I’ll get through
Servants
Serve me
God
Don’t deserve me
Month: March 1985
Tyrant Lizard King – 30th March 1985
Roaming the earth
Dead since birth
You’ve got the sting
Tyrant lizard king
Rapes and pillages
All human villages
Doesn’t give anything
Tyrant lizard king
The sting in the tail
Makes you hail
Tyrant lizard king
And the hate you bring
12th Sept 2023 – I must’ve heard the phrase Lizard King somewhere but never connected it with Jim Morrison. It would be later that I heard and came to hate the Doors. At the same time, I must have been reading back issues of 2000AD and the story Flesh that featured the Tyrant Lizard and inspired this piece.
Dangling Carrot – 29th March 1985
The carrot dangles in front of the donkey
It stares at it mesmerised, imagining the taste
I ate the carrot, the donkey kicked me
I was sick on the floor, what a waste
Schizo – 28th March 1985
Schizo shyster
Good boy
Bad man
Plodding hypster
I can’t
I can
Schizo
Meeting
Someone else
Schizo
In love
Marries himself
Loose Ends – 27th March 1985
You know we’re hanging on to loose ends
We both want to hang on to them
Still, we can’t really touch each other
Pulling at loose ends yet again
My rope is fraying
Tonight I’m praying
Hold on tight
Loose ends – together – tonight
Cookie Crumbles – 26th March 1985
People put you down
Ain’t nothing you can do about it
You’ve got something you want
Then you have to do without it
That’s the way the cookie crumbles
People wind you up
Rubbing you up the wrong way
They make you feel so small
There’s nothing you can say
That’s the way
The cookie crumbles
Broken today
Cookie crumbles
Cookie crumbling
Tiny bits
Life crumbling
Into the pits
*Mother – 25th March 1985
Mother, you’re so good to me
I’m just how you wanted me
Mother how I love you so
It would break my heart to go
Mother, you are such a pain
I never want to see you again
Mother how I hate you so
I think I’ll just fuck off and go
Goodbye Mum
The Week That Was
Record of the week: Peter Gabriel – The Intruder/No Self Control/Games Without Frontiers/Biko, Husker Du – Data Control/New Day Rising LP, VA – PEACE comp, Conflict 7″
25th March 1985
Started at Corfe Mullen. Worked alone.
27th March 1985
Went to Y.C. Possibly set up Young Band competition.
28th March 1985
Got £34 off Mr Ashby. Got £34 off DHSS.
29th March 1985
Finished at Corfe Mullen. Lady game me mirror and Peter Gabriel tape. Went to Y.C.
30th March 1985
Spent £5. Put £10 in Building Society.
31st March 1985
Went up Uddens. Had a good laugh on rhododendrons. Bust my wrist though.
Rizla Paper – 24th March 1985
Rizla paper – much too short
Rizla paper – burns too quick
Rizla paper – much too slim
Rizla paper – much too thick
Rizla paper – liquorice taste
Rizla paper – but tobacco, nowt
Rizla paper – goes to waste
Rizla paper – I’ve run out
Customer Complaints Department – 23rd March 1985
The most crowded place in the stores
Is definitely not the tills
It’s at the C.C.D.
Customers displaying their ills
The seat is always warm
The atmosphere is hot
Some woman complaining
About what she got
A spider in her carrot
A finger in her pie
The C.C.D.
Just poked her in the eye
And said goodbye
The C.C.D.
Has closed it’s doors
They have to listen
To so many scores
Of complaints
Complaints
Body Of A Slave – 22nd March 1985
The crack of the whip
Whips the cracking skin
The body of a slave
The body of sin
Slave boy in master’s womb
Forced to try to seal your tomb
Mistress’s slave meets his doom
Blood is in the air
The smell of sin
The body of a slave
Found in the bin
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