Mid-day beers taste best alone. tv off, windows open and the **** dog asleep. Another day halfway gone and why hang around, why linger on? Seen it all before, days grown bored. The night gets music and lights, alcohol and ****, who could bore of this?
I lay here staring can it be? A midlife crisis come for me? But no it’s not true oh it taunts me After all I’m not yet fourty
But oh I’ve lived a life so carefree No morgage payments await for me No insurence upon my life Not even a pension I’m nobodies wife I’ve born no child it’s not yet for me It’s all lie ins takeaway and adult TV I can go out when I please I have savings never Sometimes I drink to much but I don’t feel clever But wait .... oh no maybe that’s not it .... maybe that’s not what’s the cause of this itch Maybe now I’m realising I’ve had it all wrong I bought the wrong book I’ve sung the wrong song
No rock and band sit upon this hand I’m not sure why I don’t understand Why have these ***** produced no fruit Why does my maternal instinct feel so mute I do not own these rocks and mortar This cat here is my only daughter My other half as bad as me He just likes to snore and watch TV Oh **** oh no it’s all to late To fix my life get it straight I must get married I must produce life Quick mark wake up and make me your wife Hmmmm but that’s actually all quite expensive And we are really not that tentive To the young of age who make such a mess The school run sounds like a lot f stress And a morgage surely ties you down What if I don’t like that side of town Or county Or country and want to live a life Full of travel freedom and vice ? Yes I’m sure it’s all ok in our rut I think we’ll stay With our own jokes and inside gags Phew what a relief I can breath with no strife And relax a little into mid life :) (C) Ashley Kane
Constantly my life is, what’s ifs, what should I do, I should be doing more, Then I remember I actually like it how it is
Life as a high school wallflower served me without any budding female friendships until lo… a gent tulle mandate from my late mother uprooted me from mine kempf familiar bedrock level road terrain which venue offered a groundswell to blossom forth into golden sterling resplendent rod
of natural equipoise (this an unbiased opinion) and balance with freestyle improvisational swinging motions unchained from the moors of formality and lit figurative saint elmo’s sesame street fiery dance
allowing, enabling and providing this shy awkward self during his young adulthood to cast away four ever thy self embroidered handsome
straight as an arrow naturally high as a kite young guy buzzing like a yellow jacket thus liberating spontaneity that je nais sais quoi joie vivre
clamoring headlong toward venus from healthy pistil packing overflowing bin laden well nigh testosterone erupting ***** toward opposite gender
whereby bravado donned as key to *** field of whet dreams fostering initial albeit late blooming roll in the hay hormonally rooted rutting squeal!
while i were alone... alone where i used to be... into my lonely bed... my eyes got so heavy... slumbered suddenly... and dived within my dream with you... came to me as an angel never saw before... came and started with her soft hands runs over me... whispered into my ears... woke up me into my dream... and asked me to give her a love... a love which she always kept for me... to get and wipe away all her sadness inside... asked me to make love with her...
two thirsty bodies melted and cohered... fired one the others... with its desires... gave its best to the other as it can... were as a heroic poem... one tried its best to enjoy its another body... as a volcano they exploded their desires... to make their admirable love... in all ways with no shame... with no stop... till they lose their power completely... then,to sleep again...
Woke up to a nightmare Where gravity disappeared Scrambling around mid-air Just to find no one's there Bright florescent light Hiding away midnight It's just not the same It doesn't feel right
All this pretending Is bringing me nothing All this anger Is making me more empty Scrambling around in mid-air Just to find no one's there
Spending everyday Breaking under pressure Over digging countless holes For some kind of treasure Just to have someone Fill them back up Send me out again And tell me I'm worthless
All this pretending Is bringing me nothing All this anger Is making me more empty Scrambling around mid-air Just to find no one's there
And I don’t know where I’ll go If this light bulb should break Falling down into a deep darkness That I’ve tried so hard to escape The same darkness I have made
There are plenty of fish in the sea But none like you As the bottom feeders sank so low We swam way up high But we fell into a whirlpool And I didn't take it right Don't want any drugs Don't want any alcohol Just want you to know I'm still here after all Scrambling around mid-air Just to find no one's there
Seventh track from my album *The Universe is Screaming*