its gonna gett better its gonna gett better its gonna gett better its gonna gett better its gonna gett better its gonna gett better its gonna gett better its gonna gett better its gonna gett better its gonna gett better its gonna gett better its gonna gett better its gonna gett better its gonna gett better its gonna gett better

its gonna gett better its gonna gett better its gonna gett better its gonna gett better its gonna gett better

I watched her lips get wet, as she took a drag from her cigarette. I held her close when I heard her shout, because she finally knew, I had her figured out. Don’t be so pretty, don’t be so coy. Don’t walk away, don’t act like a boy. Don’t question my feelings or make me sore. Don’t, just please don’t, walk out of that door. I want to be the only person, in. Your. room. I want to feel your eyes on me. I want to be the one that you can only, desire. Kissed by a moment. And if you can convince me I am pretty, I will marry you.

So many rules, too many ways to be right. Oh, but please, don’t get me so wrong. Don’t interrupt, don’t guess who I am, or come on too strong. You may not understand that I am myself. Please don’t let my deficit be your burden of wealth. I just want you. To love yourself. Too much to ask? Too much to grasp. I want to feel your arms around me, feel your heart against me. And know, that you are there. No two bit stamp on the back of my hand, a fleeting night under the sheets. No, convince me I am pretty, and I will walk with your shadow til the sunsets.

I am not your buddy, I don’t facilitate second-hand-emotion. I do David Bowie, I do listening to the rain, I do dancing drinking, I do living without shame. And of these words that have been said before, keep gett-ing, left behind with the close of a door. Isn’t it shame you tried so very hard? Clouded, misjudged, may be a bit plus-****? I hate apologies, or the shame of self defeat, where is your fight? Please ground your feet. I am getting bored of myself; the intricacies of freedom hidden in a secret box. Convince me I am pretty, for your are the one who only would know.

I watched her eyes drift to the side, as she held back tears she could never cry. I held her closest when she pushed me away, and when she told me to leave, I made myself stay. Do be you, do smile when you can, do hold my hand, do act like the man. Do make me talk, don’t make me talk ****, just make me realise, you love me just even a little bit. And when I convince myself I am pretty, I’ll be fine, just fine.

How dose your Ship Float?
Corkey Hawley
1982
How dose your Ship Float?

What do you do when
You lose the feeling

When your heart gets
Broken and you need healin’

Does another’s arms
Calm the storm for the night

Or does your ship sink
In the dark and quite

How many holes can you
Put into your ship

Expecting it to stay afloat
While on deck you flounder and slip



CH

New York City alive and
Live’n still

If the roaches don’t
Get ya, the taxes sure
Will

It’s ***** all year and
It stinks as bad as hell
But the actions so exciting
It gives ya such a thrill

1982



You & Me, Baby

You’re a lady
who needs a tender touch
You don’t like anything
That’s rushed….too much

I’ve seen the disappointment
In you eyes
I’ve tasted your tears
When you cry
We’ve been closer than
Any I believe
I’ve stayed longer then some
Should I leave?

You know it’s down to
You and me
Sometimes I think I
Should leave
Buy those baby blues
Plead please stay

Sing for me one more
Refrain for today
Please no more
Rain today

I’m not quite the bargain
You thought I’d be
I’m not as cheap to keep
As I claimed to be
I spent your dime
Take’n my time
Now heartache is the
Only thing I find in rhyme

I’m just that lonely
Guitar picker you found one night
Lookin’ for a home, some warmth,
And a feelin’ that felt right
You’re the one who saved
Me from myself
I could have died lonely
Without any help

When those who called
Them shelves my friend
Were stabbing me in the back
You showed me
that it wasn’t the end


CH ‘82



Street Music

There’s a lot of good people
Play’n music in the streets
Singing really fine for all
Gett’n little change for
Something to eat
They never ask for anything
They mostly sing and play for free
Freeze in winter, thaw in spring
Boogie in summer, the fall they never see
Most people don’t stop to listen
They’re to busy going by
They don’t know what they’re
Miss’n they don’t even stop
To wonder why

Street people play’n music
There’s a lot to pick from
Street people play’n music
Catch a song on the run
Street people play’n music
Lord knows I’ve been one




Wiley Words of Wit
Corkey Hawley  11-79

The hounds are hiding behind
Their burning bushes and
In flaming tongues they find
Some wisdom there in Whitman
And metaphysics in Donne’s
a kind
Of wily words of wit

These flaming, dancing tongues
Bound between the hounds
While beyond all burning tongues
A silver fox is found
Who leads the hounds upon a run
With wily words of wit

The bushes, they have burned
And scared the fox so deep
Now it’s the hound’s turn
To see and feel the heat
As the hounds pursue and yarn
For wily words of wit



Oh The Tropics


Living in the sunny tropics
That would be the life for me
Lying on the sands
With some *** in my hand
Toasting to the stars and the sea

Eating crab meat all day
Watching the palm trees sway
Never give a care for tomorrow
Just living down by the bay

Chorus:

They don’t make a Pinacolada
Like they do
in the South Seas
And the sun don’t shine
Like strawberry wine
Except in the South Seas

I’d strum my guitar on
Some old sand bar
And tan my form in the sun
Lay down for a while, and stay
With a smile until the day is done

Picking fruit form the trees
As much as you please
And taking more then you could eat
Find a friend on the beach
And give her a treat, maybe she’ll
Stay for a week



What A Way to Go

Met him in Seattle, he bellied up
To a bottle tellin’ lies in the Blue Moon Bar
His face was hard and traveled
And, as the lines unraveled I saw a man
Who could laugh about his scars

He said,” I got shanghaied in Vegas
By a painted woman
Hog tied by a ****** in Ohio
Derailed by a dancer down in Detroit
Lord women goin’a be the death of me
But what a way to go”

He said, a girl named Nancy
Once tickled his fancy
And he backed it up
With a fifty dollar smile
He laughed when he remembered
The pain of sweet surrender
But heartaches never seemed
To cramp his style

He said,” I got tongue tied
by a teacher in Tallahatchie
French fried by a waitress in Idaho
Way laid by a widow in Wyoming
Women goin’a be the death of me
But what a way to go”

CH ‘82



This Must Be Love

The sun came shining
Through my window today
Waking me from pleasant
Dreams I wished would stay
Then I felt your body
Next to mine
Warm’n my cares away
I almost thought that
Your love had gone astray

Chorus:
Is this love, love, love, sweet love?
All these feelings I’ve got inside
Is this love, love, love, sweet love?
All these feelings I can’t hide

The sound of, I love you,
is ring’n in my ears
As we hold each other tight
We draw each other so near
All I ever want or need
Are those precious words to hear
But then you know, the feelings
I’ve got aren’t quite clear

Chorus:




Here’s to…

Here’s to the morning light
Which I so seldom see
Here’s to the woman who
Cares for and comforts me

Here’s to the songs I write
Which are so seldom sung
And here’s to every blessed
Little thing I’ve ever done

The night it lasts forever
When I try to find some rhyme
That fits within the meter
And keeps a steady time

I could spend the night
Awake searching lines inside my head
Instead of turning in my pen
And taking comfort in my bed

She never understands
The reasons or the whys
For my midnight madness
Sometimes it makes her cry

I’ve never meant to hurt her
With my all night writing sprees
I just want to leave behind
some songs
A little part of me

CH

Your life has been hard,
It has
And you're not even seventeen yet

You've just learned to wear your hair in a ponytail,
Even though it doesn't cover your face as well

Now everyone can see that face,
That tiny little forehead,
And those eyes that aren't quite green or gray or blue,
But full of hope

Hope,
That is the color of your eyes

When you look in the mirror and hate yourself to pieces

When you wanted to grab a pair of scissors and cut off those beautiful belly rolls

And when you wanted to carve out a new shape for your nose

Ther's still hope,
In your eyes

Because that is what your made of,
and it shines through

Every time you've been broken down
Countless times

Every day on your way to school
Stepping through the gates of hell on earth

When they called you names
The sticks and stones
Staring at you in the corridor

When you got through your ninth year

When you saw your grandmother and all the safety she was die,
For the third time

When you realized that this time she wasn't coming back

When you told your dad you hated him,
And every time you realize you still do

When they crushed you
There was still hope left in you, if only the smallest grain

You always believed there would be a better day,

Even when you sunk the blade of a pocket knife into your own skin,
And you could barely see through the tears in your eyes,
And you mom cried,
And she held you,
And you said "No, you'll gett blood all over yourself"
And she screamed a little,
And there and then, at fourteen years old you thought that this,
This is rock bottom

You knew the only way out was through,
You knew

And that's why you made it,

Because no matter how sure you were that you'd given up you never really had.

That's why you,
Eleven years old,
You didn't jump ,
You didn't

No matter how hard you believed in the freedom of bones cracking,
In just a second
Floating away,

You never managed to convince yourself it would be worth it,
Because what if the sun will rise tomorrow and you will be okay?

Maybe that won't happen for another week or ten or twenty years
But it still wouldn't be wort it,

Because WHAT IF

You don't want to miss out,
You don't want to be the jinx,
Miss your whole life just because you got tired so you left early,

So instead you flew
Because you knew
You' pull trough

And you did
You bright bright ray of light
You brilliant star
Even though you are covered in scars

And that's okay,
It's okay

Now look in the mirror,
Look me in the eye,
And say after me

                            
                                ­It's okay
            
                                 You did it



                           It's over now

You see the catz??
They be wack
I spit like that chick Freda Gatz
I got Empire that start fire
Reachin' for theMessiah
Gett the blessin'
From Pac n Big
Even Scarface gave me a bid
Hardest in the pit
Noshit
My lyrics spit harder than a fat brick
Flip it
We livin good yall
And ya never see me talk to the laws
My fashion clean in a gangsta lean
N if you want drama ill call Mr Clean
Thats my gat fool  
Soul food for ya body fool
Ya know rules
Dont step out of line
Unless u ready to fined uh


They see through
I feel my hood brothers
Saying they need you
Me im refering too
I keep it street yall
**** all these gay *** **** mayne
Fools wearin' skirts
Then claim they puttin' in work
Soft as **** followin' gimmicks
When i shed wisdom
Everybody gettin lit
Sunshine for yo mind
Still puttin a ******* to one time
I stay in my grind
I got no time
For haters they only make me greater
How can ya play me they cant slay me
Im on top so cAN they stop me
They were bullet proof vest
I aim high for ya head notyo chest
Gotta alot bones roll with thugs
Jackin' rich ******* hit multiple swtiches
Swang i
On vogues sittin' on fours tippin'
With the wood grain drippin'
Hate them cuz they hate me
Got my whole clique
Backin' me
In the industry they need real emcee
Likeme ya see

i got up, after a dream of distraction


ya see i was having fun throwing methane smoothies on dad

trying to get rid of his old man look, so his next life can be superb

you see, as i was up there, i heard paul berenyi, say

i wanna beer with brian, i wanna have a beer with him

because we have chucked too much methane on my dad

his past living, will be dead ya see

then up came the mafia, and took me aside

and said to me, stop protecting ya daddy

or we’ll never protect you

you see i poured more methane on dad, yeah

i found that sort of rad, and other people said i was crazy

and i hate that word oh no

i would love to have a beer with brian

cause i think he’ll be rolling in dough

then the mafia said, ok, let’s take brian allan to the guest home, that’s cool

drinking with brian is cool yeah, and it breaks no rules

i am a family person, but people like me better as a hooligan oh yeah

because i wash my hands clean od all that nonsense of the past

but if ya want me to bring it back, your a flaming fool

asi tipped methane on top of dad and said go home, ya old fogie

the mafia went up to me and tipped a gallon of methane on me

to **** me telling the streets my previous life story

so they can plan or attack each person at random

i am not surprised i have come second class

i was stuck in a HOTEL singing i just haven’t met you yet

ya see everyone says, you must get up and say, gett the world

and leave brian, and anyone who has become his mate

mind you this causes an uproar with all the people who went to

the woden special school in the 80s, who met brian, and teased brian, badly

and each mate went up to brian, and said brian we just teased you

brian said i am not a freak, i don’t appreciate being called a freak briand said

and his mates said, how does it feel being called something you hate, brian

brian said, when i was young i was trying to be a little cool kid, to all my matea

so stop calling me a freak, looking like me, to scare me, ya ****

and they said, mate, we hate you brian, cause you used to **** ya pants

even though kids are inexperienced and i don’t **** my dacks as an adult

so leave me alone, i am a queer person, but the fungus on feet, isn’t that bad

it’s only the young dudes, who don’t want to catch diseases, they should get a life

that is what kids said in my generation

my feet are alright, ok, i don’t think it’s bad fungi

but i really can’t sit down for long enough to bathe my feet

what with my tapestries, and writing, and my mind races

i would want athena to rid it from up there

you see athena has fixed my mouth, so i don’t need to see a dentist

so brian, save the last dance for me, yeah, i am your best dream

julia clarke, i never liked ya at school, because you were with the nerds

i need athena, to rid my fungi and make me feel great by room to move

i still don’t think i am old enough for feet bathing athena

how would ya feel if you had ya old fogie squirted like ya dad

LEAVE YA DAD ALONE, OK, HE’S BETTY CAMPBELL

you dont gett it man you just can nott its impossible man trust mi you can not you will not gett it

is there any road to follow is there any way of survival for my own hope. where do i turn to if i mean no trouble. theres no hiding cause every one knowes my life like a bood with chapere books. all i can do is turn my silence in to violence. theres only fear where i cant hid behind the sound to hide my stolen omen.

where do i wait for you to show? i ponder on what will happen to me is the danger screams out of the shadows. what is real my dreams that turn into dark!

i can keep running from all the lifes evils of temptation do i follow or not. what s this life
life or death. some one stole my own demons. how long do i have to keep going when i just gett weaker and weaker as time goes i lie to my self like every thing is all right when im slowly drowning out of the light.

my hands arnt stong enouht to hold my silence. holding on for dear life my hands start  to slips as i plumit to my death. seeing my own refection that is only evil that takes no risks.


when i touched the mioir i went in to another world seeing whay ly life is like for every white lie that leaves scares.

i slip way from the light with some ones othere hands pull me away soying dont go eve if you chose. we are hear to fight for what neddds to be changed.

letting go of my  souls as it puours out of my breath.

our world is full of dangers that linger every corner but i kep slipping from the light cause i ont have any thing to hide be hind my sound so i dont break



what am i
what will i be
how will i survive
what do i need
love
free of fear
how long do i have to keep running
my sound is now where to be hurd
the cold weather bites
my anxiety grows
with what limits
idk who the real me is
cause looking in the water seeing what you look like
what would be left
if i went missing
what would you do
do i really know who the real me is

cause i dont have any thing to hide be hind the car radio no sound my silnenc turnes in to violence




(MY SILENCE TURNS IN TO VIOLENCE) when i dont have a place to hid

drowing my life with music has saved the pain way from all my (ANGER&HAT;;)

all i can see when i sleep is this world dyeing with ******* hatred and small war

i dont have any thing to hid be hind to stay safe  

(MY ANGER%HATE) becomes dangerous making me snap and go psychoticly crazy

people  i gett lost in words like felicity back stabbers etc etc etc

e v e n in g




e v e n in g

passing  b y


pa ss ing by


gett ing

your head
******* on tight,

ba  be
with the stockings


so white-


don't play games
tonight


........

breaking
the moon in half so i can see it in all its glory

crumbling dust

ok here is the plan first i try to gett everything iff that is not possible i then try to gett at least something cause something is better then nothing at all

KKK is bad gett fcking real man take a fcking  peek at Africa Cambodia Burma and keep looking KKK looks like  fcking angels man not to forget that massssive goat fck bin Laden get real man world is worse than you can even imagine and so we need a better breed of people and my bet is we love our kids teach them good stuff they hold the key to a better more loving world people so let's cherish our kids teach them good stuff please I beg off you

heyy you like evolution mann but justt gett reall

i gett lost in words like felicity back stabbers etc etc etc

inn tis world happiness will  might gett yoo killed sometimes somewhere some howw sometimes somewhere some howw sometimes somewhere some howw sometimes somewhere some howw

i gett lost in words like felicity back stabbers etc etc etc

with mi its like a dog its never hate but fear i gett scared i get Aggressive fight or runn that sortt off thing i can't even conceive of a long lasting hate that i don't know howw to

perfect i gett it now life is right now  perfect

myyyyyyyy dear humanity i m confused man about you man get real gett better may B

very soon man get reall gett fcking real about time good luckk

ohh yeaa i gett it now

AIRPORTS ARE such a happy place to gett drunk

i mean i think once i gett it that is it and now i get it i rEALY GET IT NOW

there are things far and beyond the mongoloid race get it do you gett it its simple as that mann

another possibility_'things wil gett better for all

yep sometimes i gett utterly confused hopeless then i realise it just confusion man its not anything real _

lovv respect trust is tip of iceberg things gett better  with these sort off things

ihavv an ooption i can gett out off here