They talk of data,
seeya later
what do
I need to know?

The sisters of the holy cross
gave me up,
I said, it's
your loss
but
in the end it
was mine

date stamp
blue lamp

data

crime report
caught on camera
seeya later.

I operate a first come
first served,
parole on application.

In the olden days
we all had
accordions
mouth organs
flutes
but these days
we got
data at a rate of knots
spots before my eyes
lie detectors
truth inspectors
digital
toothbrushes for Christ's sake
and they make dental
impressions
free form soft ****
and
false confessions

I drown in the data stream
**** in the powder keg dream
and explode.

Five hours sleep
to keep body and soul
together.

Not,
why do I or whether
I want too and whether
I want to or not,
I get what I'm given
and I'm thankful to keep
five hours of my life wrapped
in five hours of sleep.

and it's Saturday
so if I start as I mean to go on
I won't be getting too far

Oh for to change
how nice that would be
I'd change myself into
a house by the sea.

(Waking's taking some time, please start without me)

We could have gone there and done that and been one with Mozart, but you wanted ersatz
the cats in the cradle and don't we get the cream.

Punk rock,
we knock it, no better than the critic when it comes to it.

I prefer hip hop that stops at the last stop before I kiss you goodnight.

in the porch light holding you tight for the last dance before dawn.

I had
Franklin D on a C note
until Quinn stole in and
stole it
now I got
Jack ****,

I've been poor
and it sure ain't a crime
but if they catch
Joe Quinn
I hope he gets time,

lots of time to consider
the error of his ways.

She has eighty seven
ways in which she
likes to **** me,

we're up to number fifty nine,
she says that on completion
we'll go another time.

She keeps me in suspense
past tense,
she kept me in suspense.

Portents:

the door that creaks
the pipe that leaks
the hole in the bedroom wall,
all lead me to wonder why,

she kills me but
why is it
I never seem
to die.

Eastwood's in Hollywood
pictures in the hall
his latest at the Kinema
I think
I've seen them
but not all,
there are the hidden pictures
that no one likes to show
(you know)
the ones that look inside you where
you don't let people go.

Stop walking on fences and choose a side
Know where it is that you tread
The times are a changing at full force
There is no time to play dead

Now's not the time to hold anything in
Nor to hold anything back
Best to know in what you believe
Before you come under attack

Best come down from those fences
And walk wherever you choose
With no voice of your own
You will surely lose

They tell me that it's toxic
a bit like voting
Brexit,

I tell them go
and frack it and
tell me how it feels.

Try again
why again?

do it and do it and
we can get through it
to try and break through,
the old habits make me
want you
even more

so
what's it for then?
to try again?
why
again?

The answer's always the same
try again, and
I feel **** Whittington's pain
in the trying
the doing
the toing and dying

why am I here?
what is it for?
old habits and want
and I want you more
then ever

it never rains
but that's a lie.

Sunshine's just a climate affair
one minute there and
the next
wonder where.

ah but we live in the Hubble
and telescope trouble
that's of our own making

I'm staking a claim on
Whittington's cat
let him feel the pain,
try again
turn again
burn at the stake
why again.

Should I dye my hair?
try a different colour?
get a fuller, but what
kind of figure would that be?

Stay the same
melt with the pain
try again
what's the name of
the Doctor that locked
ya in here?

think it's done for now and
so I take a bow
and leave.