Mar 282014
 

 

My mind is filled with ghosts
They’re more than most of all my loves gone wrong

My mind should be the way
Most people say that I should just move on

My mind is focused on
Things past and gone when I have no control

I can’t forget there used to be
I used to see but now no more

Think I’m living in a past life…

In a past life, too,
it’s a kind of thing that
Catches up to you
I guess I just believe that
It’s the thing to do
So here’s a little feedback
You gotta wear those shoes

No one said it would be easy
Sometimes it is hard to do
It isn’t like the TV
You see the cold hard truth
And the things you see in movies
Just don’t come true
So here’s a little feedback
You gotta wear your shoes

I will live a half-life
It’ll have to do
Now you can have a love life
You have loved me, too
You can see me in the evening
When the weather’s cool
But here’s a little feedback
You gotta wear the shoes

 Posted by at 8:55 am
Mar 262014
 

 

No more
It’s done
Crawl home
Get gone
Your love
Is evil
Lonesome
My bones

Took me such a long time to figure it out
Now is it too late, I can’t do it alone
Took me such a long time to figure it out
Don’t take it away, away, oh

Snowstorm
In my heart
Crawl home
Your love
Is evil
I’m lonesome
Just get more and more
Where you’ve dared

Took me such a long time to figure it out
Now is it too late, I can’t do it alone
Took me such a long time to figure it out
Don’t take it away, away, oh

Took me such a long time to figure it out
Now is it too late, I can’t do it alone
Took me such a long time to figure it out
Don’t take it away, away, oh

 Posted by at 3:26 pm
Mar 142014
 

 

 

You say the hill’s too steep to climb,
Chiding!
You say you’d like to see me try,
Climbing!
You pick the place and I’ll choose the time
And I’ll climb
The hill in my own way
just wait a while, for the right day
And as I rise above the treeline and the clouds
I look down hear the sound of the things you said today
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
Merciless, the magistrate turns ’round, frowning
and who’s the fool who wears the crown
Go down in your own way
And everyday is the right day
And as you rise above the fearlines in his frown
You look down
Hear the sound of the faces in the crowd

 Posted by at 7:06 pm
Jan 292014
 

Cannot get enough of this young lady…

I sleep in late
Another day
Oh what a wonder
Oh what a waste.
It’s a monday
It’s so mundane
What exciting things
Will happen today?
The yard is full of hard rubbish it’s a mess and
I guess the neighbours must think we run a meth lab
We should ammend that
I pull the sheets back
It’s 40 degrees
And i feel like i’m dying.
Life’s getting hard in here
So i do some gardening
Anything to take my mind away from where it’s sposed to be.
The nice lady next door talks of green beds
And all the nice things that she wants to plant in them
I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps.
Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn and radishes.
I feel pro-active
I pull out weeds
All of a sudden
I’m having trouble breathing in.

My hands are shaky
My knees are weak
I can’t seem to stand
On my own two feet
I’m breathing but i’m wheezing
Feel like i’m emphysem-in’
My throat feels like a funnel
Filled with weet bix and kerosene and
Oh no, next thing i know
They call up triple o
I’d rather die than owe the hospital
Till I get old
I get adrenalin
Straight to the heart
I feel like Uma Thurman
Post-overdosing kick start
Reminds me of the time
When i was really sick and i
Had too much psuedoefedryn and i
Couldn’t sleep at night
Halfway down high street, andy looks ambivalent
He’s probably wondering what i’m doing getting in an ambulance
The paramedic thinks i’m clever cos i play guitar
I think she’s clever cos she stops people dying
Anaphylactic and super hypocondriactic
Should’ve stayed in bed today
I much prefer the mundane.
I take a hit from
An asthma puffer
I do it wrong
I was never good at smoking bongs.
I’m not that good at breathing in.

 Posted by at 2:06 pm