What the hell? Let’s get going
All these years without ever knowing
This kind of passion is in my growing
All this time without ever showing
All for the hell of it
All for the hell of it
My adrenalin is on an overload
Don’t stop soon, I’m gonna explode
Tag: poetry
Down In The Dirt – 11th December 1984
The old grow so old so quickly
The children get older even quicker
And the shit we all have to wade through
Is getting even thicker
Fifteen years old, having a good time
You had some nice surprises
Your child was born
Your love became torn
Now you leave your child to her own devices
Catch 22, catching twenty-three
Your daughter is eight, young and wild
You know she’s just like you
Soon she will have her own child
You hate yourself for what you’ve been
Your daughter’s seeing what you’ve seen
You hate yourself and it’s starting to hurt
Your daughter has joined you, down in the dirt
General Society – 10th December 1984
Society: What have we got?
Answer: Not a lot
Death is: All we ever get
They have: No regret
Murder: brutal beating
Starving: Are you eating?
Police: Wrong arm of the law
Fighting: What is it for?
Violence: Will it be war?
Peace: Heard it before?
Breathe: Your final breath
We: Living on death
Never Say Die – 9th December 1984
Grit your teeth, the venom’s there
You’re putting up with things you don’t have to bear
It’s a race to survive but you can do it, friend
Never say die, you’ll get there in the end
Dream Screw Popstar – 8th December 1984
I see you each week on the TV
I’m beginning to love you, I hope you love me
I’m pretty sure it’s not a teenage dream
Cos I’ve never read those magazines
I love you, you are the greatest singer I know
I love you, I hope you never go
I never read those silly magazines
I know he loves me and it’s not a dream
Popstars – creating love and enjoyment
Popstars – creating sadness and disappointment
Popstars – pretend to love all their fans
Popstars – their fans really love them back
I’m sure it’s not a dream this time
Screams drew popstar
Dream screw popstar
Mote In God’s Eye – 7th December 1984
He never wants to die
The mote in God’s eye
But he’ll still kill
Mote in God’s eye
Makes you cry
Mote in God’s eye
Miracles made
Cowardice waits
Fear, in its wisdom, dies
Mote in God’s eye
Change For The Same – 6th December 1984
The sky was blue
The leaves were green
The colours were pretty
Just like a dream
Not electric digital lifestyles
Place where you could smile
Things were different then
Men didn’t have to prove they were men
Now the dust collects on photographs
The only pictures of the past
Forgotten in your mind
This is a different kind
They Made The News Today – 5th December 1984
Demonstrations, more frustrations
Atmosphere, tear gas in the air
Club over head, you’ll soon be dead
This is not humanity
Police brutality
Condemned – 4th December 1984
Me, I’m condemned
But I condemn
All things are equal
In the end
But when is the end?
The end is when you’re dead
The end is when you stop
And you’re condemned
Anti – 3rd December 1984
Anti this and that
Follow your leader
Follow your leader
And this and that
With the pack
With the pack
I am anti-anything
I am anti-everything
Anti myself
Follow your leader
21st August 2023 – It is always easier to think of the things that you are against but not so easy to answer the question of ‘What are you for?’
