“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.” – Andre Gide
Reminder
It’s like I haven’t seen you
For the last million years
I wish I could’ve been you
And seen thru your veil of tears
In my dreams I was you
And saw the way I’d been
I think it’s real because you
Remind me of what I’d seen
Real Friend
I never had a real friend before
Friends usually treat me like shit on the floor
I’d try my best
To keep their interest
But they’d kick me out the door
Somewhere to Play
Has your girlfriend got blonde hair?
And two pools that are deep blue eyes
Or is she someone when you see her
That you just recognize
Would you proudly tell your friends
That you’d love forever and a day
Or when you’re with your friends
Do you tell her to go away
She’ll soon find somewhere else to play
And maybe somewhere to stay
Cry Baby Kid Stick
Go and cry then, to your mother
You listened to their words
You caused a lot of bother
Punishment is incurred
And kid stick a knife in the womb
Which is his world
His only room
I read a book a strange man gave to me
Taught me how to murder to set me free
And I believed everything I read
Leaving a trail of hundreds dead
And I had a strange sense of sanity
In the madness that surrounded me
I was wrapped up in my own reality
Just like you could be in theory
Crummy Dream
Red and yellow tentacles to avoid
A verse in a hearse being destroyed
Stuffing that gauge right down my throat
My girl has turned into a goat
I gave you a secret you didn’t keep
Come on honey let’s go to sleep
Pointed Finger
The finger of accusation
From the fist of persuasion
A fingertip between my eyes
Knew I shoudn’t have told those lies
I’m sat contemplating life and its great intricacies
In times of stupor or swift emergencies
But to relax without any worry
To drift away, without the hurry
To sit contemplating life and its great intricacies
…would be a dream
Miserable Mr Aymes
Don’t talk back, he snapped
Her neck fell apart – she collapsed
The floor is the place for the terrible games
Of the man in black – miserable Mr Aymes
Heady Days
Sometimes I find it hard to keep my head
I haven’t been straight in quite a while
Can’t remember if I’m still alive
I know I’d like to die in style
Martyr
Life a flower you clipped a week ago
I’ve wilted in the summer sun
Cut at the roots, still stuck in the ground
I can’t pretend I’ll be here long
In my short time on this here earth
I try to consider what I’ve achieved
Not a lot I say to myself
‘Cos I’m dying for what I believed
Spent my life in a rush
Nearly died in the crush
Broke down, aged twenty three
A victim of insanity
The galloping horses of impending doom
Are drawing ever closer
The storm clouds of hell
Are looming ever nearer
The virgin pure is kneeling
Trembling at the altar
The vision of death I comprehend
Is becoming ever clearer
Death, blood, sex, satan, alcohol
Spit beaaugh puke aahhh
Ten Men
Ten clever men sat smelling the orchids
Then ten clever men started feeling awkward
When ten clever men – psychiatrists
Examining each other’s peculiar twists
Ten clever men started again
Repeated the session over and over again
Discovered not as clever as had thought
Ten men – a lesson had been taught
Abstract as a Function
World – grows bigger every day
We’ll sink into the sea before I get a say
The sky’s choke on poison we dare not breathe
If I had a chance I’d like to leave
This is abstract around me
Something we can see
Drinking Problem
I have no drinking problems as your scars will show
I have no drinking problems ‘cos I told you so
I can take my drink – I don’t drink much
Drinking problems – I have none as such
You’re the one who has the problems
The black eye, the cigarette burns
Everyone laughs at you
Hell, even I do
I couldn’t do half the things you say
I can’t remember them anyway
Frisby
Throw your frisby to a friend
Repeat it over again
Try and catch it if you will
Throw it back harder still
The Pleasure Game
We do the best we can
To avoid injury and pain
Except for some morons
Who find pleasure in that game
Hit me – if you can
To make you feel a man
Hit me – if you can
To make you feel a better man
Terrified
I’m terrified of losing
It took me this long to realize
The power that you’re using
I can see it in your eyes
How can Iet you go
When I don’t want to let you go
And I do want to let you go
Though I don’t want to let you know
Patriotism
Your patriotism makes me sick
‘Cos you can’t support what you believe
I know you’re wrong – ‘cos I’ve seen better
If I get the chance I think I’ll leave
