All the pretty people in their wind up cars,
Go wandering past with their handlebars.
Don’t you go on down to the merry go round,
For it is high time that you heard the sound.

All the birds are flying up into the clouds,
While you sit alone and watch the rain coming down,
Time’s a wasting if you really want to get things done,
And you really want to come and have some fun.

Look around to the people who fall on the floor,
Wont you tell them they don’t have to worry no more.
Seems the more I tell them, the less they know,
And we’ll all wake up together if we all decide to go.

Come on lay your weary head upon my shoulder
Won’t you stay with me in the cold of the night.
If you just be here now you won’t get any older,
But you’ll stay young forever ’till the morning light

Inside your mind you know that you can fly,
High above the others up on the wire.
You believe you’re going up to a higher plane,
But no one seems to really know your name.

Ten thousand days and nights you’ve cried alone,
Sitting in the boardroom on the phone,
Jetting off to see your friends in Rome,
When you don’t even know your friends at home.

Tip toe up the stairs into your room.
You know that she’s coming home all too soon.
You’ll never ever let her get away,
Even if it takes you all your days.

Align with all the colours of your dreams,
It’s easy when there’s nothing as it seems.
Together we will fly into the night,
Oh little blackbird let me see you take flight.

Total glory is never around the corner.
It’s always lying just where I would warn her,
And she climbs the stairs so naked and so free,
Until she’s upstairs so permanently.

Light up another match if you still can,
They are signifiers of exactly who I am.
Remark to me that I never knew your fate,
When I watch you walking through that gate.

The test of time is all that I know best,
When my head is lying in your breast,
Enticing me with your lovely sounds,
That echo even when there’s no one around.

Fortune is the way that many fools take,
And never a single cent do they often make,
But me I know there is a different way,
Than to be a slave to just another day.

******* thieves will rob you willingly,
And you will give them exactly what they need.
Put away your saving for a rainy day,
You’ll never use it as you wish to anyway.

Come gather up all your things and throw them on,
The fire is burning well into the dawn.
Two thousand books have met their fate,
Their text in time will never be erased.

Into the darkness we become.
All of your friends will have you undone.
**** all the futures that don’t have you believe.
You’ll never know boredom if you never leave.
Dying down in some dark back alleyway.
The humble ******* waits for her delay.
Made to wait of the doctors orders.
Taken with humility to their daughters,
They pay for what they want but they can never have,
The love that they got they thought was oh so sad,
Becomes the only thing that they can afford.
Their lives never living what they once adored.
Through the herd you walk all by yourself,
See the high stride you give to someone else
Total visitation rights for my wounded heart
Brings together irony and then pulls it apart.
No one really knows where fortune’s future will grow,
But I guess that they all know that I don’t want you to go.
There is the taste of your bitterness in my mouth.
I guess you never really had a single doubt.

Everything here is as it should be.
The sun hangs knowingly in the sky
And the true path of our existence and future
Here on this planet is illuminated in our hearts.
Times have changed and we
Have been brought out of the darkness
Together and into the light,
Guided by all the knowledge accumulated
Throughout collective histories of humanity.
Smiles are returning to the faces
Of all the people we see meandering
Down the street without a care in the world.
Inspiration grips our attention at every turn
And it seems that everything once seemingly
So plain and ordinary is now bursting
With a beauty and radiance never before beheld.
A new hope for the world fills our imagination
As we strive together towards
The warm and reassuring light.
The sun is rising in the distance
Over the horizon
Bringing in the new dawn.
Ecstasy and unbridled joy abound.
We are coming together in new and interesting ways.
We are in constant communion.
Our technological achievements
Have set us free.
We march onwards
Towards an everlasting and eternal existence
Together without a backwards glance
At a forgotten past.
A thin mist rises
From the mountains filling our souls
With delight at the coming enlightenment
Whereby we will all be saved.
We await our destiny.
Nothing can possibly go wrong.
The time has come to strive
Together into this new awakening.
It is inevitable.
Our time has come at last.
We have transcended.
We have transcended ourselves.
We have transcended our world.
We have transcended each other.
Hello.
Hold on.

A crimson tide
What blood spillt?
From what evil?
Or what good?

Blue morning comes
But once a year
Amongst the purple
We all sing out
Out to the stars
The ships coming in
To dock and to sink
Their drills in the ground
They come so far
For the essence of our souls
And they take it back
To their far off shores

Which side are you on?
Does it matter in the end?
To which planet do you belong?
I wonder

Look to the sky
The tirade coming down
They have come from the mind
Of so many far away
So give them your hand
Though they may take it not
For up will be down
And back again tomorrow
Forever we are turning
And long into the night
We will survive

A line
A table
A chair
A fallout shelter
All of these things
Are alive

Something here is not quite right.
The days have become shorter
And we are no longer certain
Of our respective fates in the world.
The times have changed and now
We are all alone.
There is no longer any light
Guiding us and we are floating
In a dark space from which there is no escape
Or reprieve.
Blank looks become our faces
And we find ourselves wandering the streets
Again, aimless and without reproach
For our crimes.
The things that once motivated
And inspired us
Have long lost their appeal
And all of our prejudices and hates
Have come back to haunt us,
Again and again.
We no longer hope for a better world
For ourselves or for anyone,
But instead
Wish our pain upon everyone we see
In these cold and bitter streets.
The night is coming soon
And with it will bring an end
To all of this.
There is nothing left except pain
And suffering.
The distance between us is widening.
We no longer communicate.
All of our technology
Has enslaved us.
We will all die alone
And with a mountain of regret
That we will never share with anyone.
A noxious gas has descended
Upon humanity and is filling
Our very souls with its vapid waste
And toxic demeanour
And now we are forced to endure
The coming dark age
With no one
And nothing to protect us
Or save us.
We wait patiently for our fate.
There is no optimism.
The time has come
To lay down our defences
And submit
To the coming reign of terror.
It is no use to fight anything.
Our time has come
And passed us by.
We have failed.
We have failed ourselves.
We have failed our world.
And we have failed each other.
Goodbye.
Good luck.

Atop the block,
There sits,
And sits,
And waits,
And hopes,
And dreams,
A lone and lonesome, longing figure,
Out in the cold of midwinter.
A smoking monkey it seems is there,
Ever atop the block each night.
And why is it that this monkey be there?
To taunt me with every striking stare,
With every haunting glare,
The smoke from that monkey's pipe bellowing out
Into the cold winter air.

christ! it's nearly three
you raving insomniac
stop thinking of her