There is a certain feeling that arrives soon as the thought approaches.
A sort of dream like feeling that comes to take over what ever mood,
What ever presence that is shallowly felt.
In truth it's the best part of the day.
Finally putting yourself first and making that special trip to ultimate comfort.
A place that you've been but never felt until the feeling grabs you as mutual.
Truth of the matter, life couldn't be as grand as you can imagine it.
The mental aspect of anticipation.
The thought alone is breathtaking.
Taking everything in stride, promising not to stay gone long.
Going to a place that you've always known.
Following a gut instinct, it's only natural.
Not fully understanding it's depth until having left
To truly know just how much it means.
A New Year comes with regret for the old
And in many ways,
I can see why.
Because most years call for the weather of tumultuous storms
Of fights, and heart ache,
Crying, and yelling.
And I'd be lying if I said
This horrendous omen didn't come true.
But I don't really focus on that much,
Because of you.
Though with pills and shrinks,
Managing was brought,
With you I found
That happiness could be caught
In each moment of shared glances
And short slow dances
Soft and slow connections of lips,
And skin being caressed with finger tips.
And though we've had our fair share,
Of letting the rough weather forecast in,
When the storm has past
There is no anxiety left behind,
Just relief and contentment left within.
And although the year calls for similar storms,
With you I'll stay inside,
Safe and warm.
And no hail can pierce through our skin that easily,
For catastrophes fear open doors,
And open hearts.
Look at you.
Getting beaten up,
Being everyones bitch.
What have you become?
A tired old man
A broken god
No one remembers the glory
No one remembers your help
The ravens have left you
They travelled south
Looking for other victimsr
Victims of fame and glory
They tortured you,
And you prevailed,
Oh you conquered.
But you're just tired now,
This is part of your plan.
Time to go and relieve yourself.
Meet your Ragnarok
i feel so much better without you
in my life.
i'm glad i threw you in the trash
where you belong.
i can't say i
will never want you back,
but for the time being,
i'm glad i look more like a boy.
so fuck you
i hope you make somebody happy
the bit i donated,
but other than that
Over your clouds of grief,
Shine like the perennial sun.
Weep, cry, let them leak down,
Do not just let your tears be brief.
Remember the seeds you have sown,
You will get their produce as the relief.
Forget love as for you it just is not made.
Theme/Chorus,many voices,(call and response)
is it the worst thing ever?/ITS THE WORST THING EVER,is it the worst thing ever?/ITS THE FUCKIN WORST THING EVER!/
"I stare at them blue lines,I think I'mma go blind"
I'm goin crazy cuckoo,finally losing it,
trapped in my gravel pit,rehashing my own shit,
my old shit-still holding me back,
may as well get a pipe and start puffin' up crack,
cos I've cracked,and frankly don't give a fuck,
I'm so sick of bangin' my head off this mental block,
its the size of a freight train-Strength of the Hulk,
you really think I wanna fuckin' sit here and sulk?,
you leeches... keep preachin' deceit,
one more fake smile,OOPS there go teeth...
was that a piece of your jaw on the floor that I saw?
was that real or a dream, I can't tell any more?
each rhyme I write-so god damn tight,
like your first piece of ass-first nasty fight,
first make up sex- first broke up ex,
my mates just stare at me perplexed
when I bare the holes in my soul to all,
I dunno whether I'm gonna get cheers or catcalls,
but don't worry bout that I got plenty of boots,
and I'll kick your fuckin balls til they're bigger than grapefruits,
I'm a live grenade throwin serenades,
So god damn sick I gave cancer aids,
Sandman-sicker than cancer cells in the cerebellum,
Si vis pacem, para bellum ,cause I'm prepared for warfare
I don't advise goin there ,
you'll find limpet mines in your pubic hair,
I'll blow the scabs off the crabs on a filthy bitch,
if I have to- I have to to scratch this itch
in the centre of my mind like a black hole Sun,
this mental block has got me all undone...
I swear if I don't finish a track I'll drop dead...
wait a minute...I just fuckin' well did!
so much for mental blocks Mhmm?
but seriously-y'all ladies and fellas-
is it the worst thing ever?/ ITS THE WORST THING EVER ,
is it the worst thing ever?/ ITS THE FUCKIN WORST THING EVER! /
"then the beat becomes me,sit in the dark and write a whole fuckin' LP"
straight fulla hate and smokin hot out the gate you fuckers!
"Si vis pacem, para bellum"-"If you want peace, prepare for war"
I'm glad you decided to stay
Full beamed and smiling
Its morning now, the night has gone away
Yet here in this purple sky is the Moon
So happy and gay
Oh golly, its noon and here you are
Are you afraid I might miss you
When you returns to the stars
I'll be okay, believe me dear Luna
I trust when you're gone, you'll never be far
Dusk approaches, and you aren't in sight
Did you heed my words
I've not seen you since lunch, I hope you're alright
But of course you are, and I mustn't worry
In the darkest days, you are my brightest night
Time to retire our attire
The thirst for a mattress is dire
Yet synapses seamlessly fire
Keeping our minds
Soft sweatpants are our only salvation!
As are jet-puffed marsh-pillows
And muscle tension mitigation
Hot mint tea
Breathing in deep
Counting them sheep
Catch and release
Let stress slip away
And euphoria peak
when you wake up
feeling like a disappointment
only to end it in relief and excitement
when everything you thought could go wrong,
doesn't, and it all works itself out in the end
those are the days that remind me why
I choose to live
you have to look out for
to make your life worth living