Cigarettes

January 23, 2008

Cigarettes

Packet of cigarettes on the counter carrying a government health warning still they want the money, still they want the tax still they want the money, still they want the tax why not take paper currency and light it up? a lower tar content and a quicker puff then you could keep the money, you could keep the tax you could keep the money, you could keep the tax fields wasted growing tobacco could be used to feed the third world countries this is the age of hypocrisy everybody’s saying “vote for me! vote for me!” blind leaders leading the blind the cheaters and the cheated will you always find still they want the money, still they want the tax still they want the money, still they want the tax the tax, the tax, the tax, still they want the money, still they want the tax still they want the money, still they want the tax but the biggest serial killer is a heart attack the biggest serial killer is a heart attack still they want the money, still they want the tax still they want the money, still they want the tax still they want the money, still they want the tax but the biggest serial killer is a heart attack still they want the money, still they want the tax but the biggest serial killer ….. the biggest serial killer ….. the biggest serial killer ….. the biggest serial killer ….. the biggest serial killer is a heart attack


Hi chaperone

January 23, 2008

Hi chaperone

You know, you know, you know you know you know i can’t go out alone hi chaperone, my chaperone what you think is all wrong ‘cos you shouldn’t treat a girl like a game of ping-pong but i can’t go out alone without a chaperone hi chaperone, my chaperone you may say sweet dreams tonight blow me a kiss, well i guess that’s alright, that’s alright i can’t go out alone without a chaperone hi chaperone, my chaperone you may say the streets are safe in these modern days, but i’m not ok i can’t go out alone without a chaperone hi chaperone, my chaperone i can’t go out alone without a chaperone hi chaperone, my chaperone hi chaperone, my chaperone hi chaperone! hi chaperone! hi chaperone!


am a poseur

January 23, 2008

 am a poseur

I am a poseur and i don’t care i like to make people stare i am a poseur and i don’t care i like to make people stare exhibition is the name voyeurism is the game stereoscopic is the show viewing time makes it grow my facade is just a fake shock horror no escape sensationalism for the feed characatures are what you breed anti-art was the start establishments like a laugh yes we’re very entertaining overtones can be betraying


Sophia

January 23, 2008

Sophia

Sophia look like a witch a beautiful witch is she sophia look like a witch hidden form in the name of chastity sophia wears a crucifix christ hung round her neck sophia wears a crucifix crucifix effect sophia lies between black sheets between black sheets she rests sophia rises while the cock-a-doodle-doos’ a calling and in black robes she’s dressed sophia look like a witch sophia look like a witch (repeat) sophia rises while the cockerel’s mourning as the sun sets in the west sophia is a mother with a child at her breast sophia look like a witch sophia look like a witch (repeat)


Warrior in woolworths

January 23, 2008

Warrior in woolworths

Warrior in woolworths humble he may seem behind his serville innocence he plots and he schemes he’s the rebel on the underground she’s the rebel of the modern town he’s the rebel on the underground she’s the rebel of the modern town warrior in woolworths his roots are in today doesn’t know no history he threw the past away warrior in woolworths dips on friday nights youths meet at stockwell tube weapons rule their lives


The revelation

January 23, 2008

The revelation

Impossible-Why impossible?
   I have to cross the gap, to get to the other side
   as a spectator, the chrysalis forms and I become a
   participant in my own life
   I have dreamed of it too often,
   I have hoped for it too much to wait for it
   waiting for my life to catch up with me
   for me to get bogged down in my everyday life
   that I can look back without regret
   it is time for me to move to the other side ot the mirror
   to incarnate the relection I wish to be
  
   From childhood to awareness
   an awareness without being a man
   with no responsability as yet
   but so many things to do
   I spend my youth forging my will
  
   testing myself
   using my days to build my dreams
   From daydream during hard times that I can not evade
   how many times must I suffer
   so many failures, so many hard punches
   how many times bowing to others
   I am despite myself the only one to understand the real me
   because my past belongs to me and refuse to be divided
   night falls and I still wonder
   if all my sacrifices will be rewarded
   So much pain for a brief moment of happiness
   let?s hope


The light

January 23, 2008

The light

Nothing is of importance
   we have reached the end
   and we notice
   that the aim matters little
   only the way, the striving
   is worth your pain


My own truth

January 23, 2008

My own truth

I regret the day I had to talk about it
   to express my own highly biased advice
   to confront views and experiences
   nothing is neutral, all is real life
   I leave aside sincerity
   I take my opinion for granted
  
   If one day, I should go
   if some day, I should die
   talk about me with my own words,
   through my own dreams
   for there is no other truth than mine
   for I take my sincerity for a fact.
  
   I thought myself a moderate man,
   floating just below the surface
   loaded with ideals and kindly dreams.
   I wished so much for the truth
   And the good to triumph
   I tried too hard to shelter conflicting views,
   then realized I was intolerance itself.
  
   Trough the complexity of our minds
   the labyrynth of our consciences,
   we forever face our own reality
   our wounded souls constantly struggle
   we want too much to soothe, then regret it bitterly
   we try too hard to persuade
   then loose all our certainties
  
   subjectivity…


Bitterness

January 23, 2008

Bitterness

We trust
not naive but unsuspecting
to make ourself to believe
that nothing can happen
believing anxiety to be paranoia
that we are deluded
time that passes will erase all
the others have left
even if they say nothing
we cover all possibilities
all eventualities
so many silences
so many gracious acts
And then the wind turns
interests change
those we believed friends
turn away
we are left alone, desillusioned
only day and night remain
while we look for the flaw
that deserved
such treachery
such cowardice
left alone, with so much time to reflect
to feel guilty


Support our troops oh

January 23, 2008

Support our troops oh

(Black Angels Oh!)
  
   Did you know you were going to shoot
   off the top of a four year old girl’s head
   And look across her car-seat down into her skull
   And see into her throat and did you know
   that her dad would say to you,
   “Please sir, can I take her body home?”
   Oh wait, you totally did know… that that would happen
   Cuz you’re a jock who was too stupid and too greedy
   And too unmotivated to do anything else but still be
   The biggest and still do what other people tell you to do
   You did it to still be a winner
   You shot your grenade launcher into peoples windows and
   Into the doors of peoples houses why should I care if
   you get killed?