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SJG 7d
The house you knew is still there. The house you knew is still there;
Weighing upon the back of someone you left behind.
SJG Jun 7
Now that it's done. Now I'm alone.
I wonder if the guy in the bathroom mirror,
Is going to stop doing ****,
Or doing **** for other peoples' kicks.

I've heard some guys get crucified, get sterilised,
Get hung, drawn, and diced into sixteen tidy pieces,
Just for doing what they believe,
For doing what they feel makes them free. And me?
I hover between four corners of the room.
I untie my shoes. I eat and smoke like a pig.
And never any real retribution comes.
(I guess hell made a filing error when hell made me.)

Since I came,
The world got dark,
But not quite as dark
As it's ever been.

A church without a service.
A call centre without a purpose.
A hearth as fiery as the sea.

A laundromat. A sideways cat.
A dog off his flake.
These are definitely things.

Since I came, they invented things
And sold things to you and me.
Since I came, I learned how everything was fake,
And how that made everything free.

A beetlejuice. An improvised sluice.
A helmet and a rug.
A marble stone. A post retirement home.
(Pity the man whose grave goes un-dug.)

You'll never get too out of hand,
Keep your feathers while they fly.
Between you and me;
The sea, the sea, the sea,
And any water the sea's beneath.
SJG May 30
Where's the common law?
Where's the common law?
Where's the common law which says
I can't park my car on urchins?

I said, where's the common law?
I said, where's the common law?
I said, where's the common law which says
I can't park my car on urchins?

Where's my synagogue?
Where's my synagogue?
Where's my Basilica of Santa Maria?
I was born in a town with a corn exchange and nothing.

Where's my synagogue?
Where's my synagogue?
Where's my Louvre to use?
I was born in a town with a corn exchange and nothing.

Oh, what can books do?
Oh, what can books do?
Aside from explaining to you,
What is and isn't true,
Books do nothing.

Where's my God? Why's he in the loft?
Where's my God? Why's he in the loft?
Well, get him down from the loft.
Me and my associates have questions.

Oh, we have questions, Lord.

Why am I not a **** star?
Why is my dog senile?
Why alligators and crocodiles?
It's all a tautology, Lord.
Did you know this?

Oh, did you know this?

I avoid diseases like the plague.
I avoid diseases like the plague.
I avoid diseases every day,
But like three buses at once, they tend to catch you.

Oh, they always catch you, Lord.

Why did my prince change into a frog?
Why did my prince change into a frog?
Why does my prince lay on the settee
Like a fat dumb log?

Oh, he's dead? I didn't notice.

Where's a Hare Krishna when you need one?
Where's a Hare Krishna when you need one?
Why are there so many discount TVs?
And where has my love gone?

Where's my love gone?
Where has my love gone?
Why has my love gone to Newley-on-Trent with my ex-friend John?

John, you *******.
You're a *******, John.
Oh, John.
SJG May 22
No, sir.
You don't get fries with that.

Not today.
SJG May 19
luv
They say "love is a verb".
I don't think it is.

It's more a cloud of locusts,
Flying terribly at your door.
SJG May 16
In the fall, the grace.
No-one really lands anyway.
We just sort of float around,
Hang abound then tap and twist.

The beachfront's a lil' too crowded today.
A few too many tourists down the ocean's echo and sway.
So I turn my walk to the outskirts of town.
Kick a can across the train-tracks?
I think I may.

This summer, the universe is shutting up.
This winter, it might have something to say.
Meantime, we'll **** whatever's still not dead.
Whatever sticks around, we'll rub the wrong way.

I thought I saw my God in a cloudburst
Through the bay window of my friend's bedroom.
He seem disgruntled at it all.
Sort of forever falling into the waves.

He said:

"Hey Sam,
I know I was supposed to have a plan for us,
But the rest of the world got in the way.
A lot of fires are being over-stoked.
A lot of folks do nothing but pray.
But here's a Yo-Yo, take it as a sign,
That what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine.
And I know you don't believe in me right now,
And really that's ok,
'Cos I don't believe in any of it either,
And I aim on leaving you all behind, anyhow."

Then I thought I saw my God
Get gulped up by the sea.
As his hand fell beneath the waves,
It threw a peace sign at me

(And aren't you filled with blood?)
(And aren't you lonely?)
SJG May 15
Willows wilt beneath the great American eclipse

And the record skips
But keeps playing anyway
– it's the sound of money being made.

Half-genius takes the stage
Then the night dovetails into a nervous abyss
Just the crowd and a *******
With his itinerary of cheap hits.

And Kanye loses himself in a hallway of mirrors,
And Kim grasps his hand but there's nobody here,
And there's a man and his shadow
Flirting around the stage,
And there's a guy and there's a God and they're ******
Because they're still getting paid.

See, I was dreaming I drifted,
Catching the Westbound and getting lifted
To some high-monied palace
Where the art's already made
And the future's already grifted.

Nine years in Vegas,
Playing to the court and courting who betrayed us.
Many ghosts making dollar signs,
Many folks saying stuff like:

"Can't make a record
With nothing but an ideal
And an empty plate.

You gotta shake your maker
Until we leave laughing."

So you sing:

"Summer's here and I got cash!
Summer's here and I got cash!
I swear everybody wants to **** or be me
Because I got cash, cash, cash

Well, it's more the rec execs' and streaming sluices' cash
And I know I make it for them
And they give me nine percent back

but

They paid for those girls
And they paid for that car
And they paid for bots to share my stuff
So I get could get far
And they paid for the video
And they paid for my smack
And they paid for twenty-nine producers
To make my diaristic LP
And to make it sound stripped back

And they paid me to sing:

Summer's here and I got cash

Summer's here and I got cash, cash, cash.

Summer's here and I got cash
And I don't look back
I just keep moving to the rhythm
Of the...

(Cash, cash, cash)

I keep moving to the rhythm of the...

(Cash, cash, cash)

I keep moving to the rhythm of the cash
And I don't look back
I just smile flash
And I keep moving to the rhythm of the cash, cash, cash."
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