Tag: poetry

Strange – 4th November 1984

~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 1 Comment

Some people think I’m strange
But I don’t think I am
Some people treat me
Like a stranger in a strange land
Some people think I’m strange
But I don’t think I am
They say I cut myself off
I don’t think they understand
But I’m also looking and thinking
They’re strange

21st Jan 1998 – Really clicked when you said your sisters thought you were strange. I think it is an endearing quality (I like to find strange people) and really we are not that strange at all.

15th Aug 2023 – 4th line was definitely borrowed from Robert Heinlein’s book which my mum was reading at the time. I didn’t read it until 2022 but what a great book!

Two Litre Virgins – 3rd November 1984

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Those two-litre girls
Fighting men of the real world
Coax them back to bed
And slap them in the head
They’ll go all around the world
Those two-litre girls
Boasting how loose they are
Snogging in the back of the car
Get back to your flat
She’ll show you where she’s at
‘You’re not touching that!’
Freeze

Two-litre virgins standing at the pump
Telling you when to jump
Boasting they’re as wide as a bucket
You know what to do – if it moves
Fuck it

21st Jan 1998 – I guess I must’ve got teased a lot in school! Didn’t like the way girls could lead you on and then drop you. I remember having a huge crush on a girl when I was about 12 or 13 and couldn’t believe it when she asked me out – only to find next day her and her friends laughing at me for believing it could’ve happened. Hmmm – deep emotional scars. I still love girls though, better than boys if you know what I mean – I got more shit from boys in the end.

The Day The Apples Turned To Poison – 1st November 1984

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Every businessman woke that morning
Packed their lunches without warning
And hurried off to catch the train
Brollies up to shield the rain

The first popped off on the 091
Then another on the Glasgow run
And over a thousand had gone
The morning the apples turned to poison

Breakfast over in more ways than one
For others, their fate would come
The tragedy struck all but some
The day the apples turned to poison

At twelve-thirty the lunch bells rung
Time to laugh and have some fun
But it happened to old and young
The day the apples turned to poison

Death came quickly, too slow for some
Nearly everyone had succumb
To the fate that had to happen
The day the apples turned to poison

7th February 2024 – This was actually written on the 15th of January 1985. As I didn’t date anything I wrote back around this time, I was just taking a guess at the dates and publishing as one per day but usually, I wrote them in batches.

Jabberhead – 31st October 1984

~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 1 Comment

Jabber
Jabber
Jabberhead
Open your mouth
Ten miles wide
Vibrate your larynx
All can see inside
Laugh your mouth
Ten miles high
Waggle your tongue
Words start to fly
Jabber
Jabber
Jabberhead

21st Jan 1998 – Have a recording of this song – found that tape recently too – am contemplating bringing it in but fear you will laugh at me because it is just me dinking around with a crummy guitar and awful singing! I know this will only encourage you more to want to listen to it!

Brad’s Mental Institution – 28th October 1984

~ shaun tenzenmen ~ 1 Comment

It’s a funny little head
It’s got a knob on the top
It’s pointed slightly
You only need to tap it lightly
And it sinks in
He’s got a funny little head
With a knob on the top
It’s pointed slightly
You only need tap it lightly
And it sinks in
And folds up into an epileptic fit
And sails away on a galactic trip
To where spastic children hold the hammers
That knock you on the head
Strange you turned the tables on yourself
‘Wake up – it’s time for bed’

21st Jan 1998 – Brad was a type of nail I think – that was the kind of stuff I was selling in my first job.

Snow – 27th October 1984

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It snowed today
Kids shout hurray
Everybody’s out
Hear them shout
Hurray for the snow
Let everybody know
Why does snow get everyone together?
Why only snow, not any other weather?
I hope it snows some more
I hope it covers the floor
So long as it gets everyone out
To be together to lark about
Snow
Don’t go

21st Jan 1998 – Remember vividly the day that inspired this poem. Kids who wouldn’t normally come out and play with our ‘gang’ came out and had snowball fights and all sorts of fun. We can’t have been that bad, can we? Something about the snow must have softened up the parents to let their kids out. Anyway, it was such a great feeling to have everyone together.

11th July 2023 – Despite developing an attitude of hating everybody and feeling disappointed with the human race I still held on to tiny slivers of hope.