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this road is oh such a challenge to fight when this load is so much to balance tonight rows of toes are crushed and callused white just hellish - I need to touch the palace of light shadows seem darker the stones a little greyer grass is sparser exposing bitter layers the clay is a clot around my weary heart today I’ve forgotten just where we start one more rest then I’ll defeat this bend one more test before I reach the end one more text ‘til the complete append when I’ve assess it then I will teach you friend I’ve been on ridges and hills my child me knows felt the edge of deaths chill enduring piles of snow been over bridges rivers flow wild below hedges line the road, still there’s miles to go... find another companion i prefer to go alone climbing up in the canyon my word’s a thrown stone barred from the light – the whistler has blown on this starry of nights little has been known flying far out of sight this chrysalis has flown thistle fully grown and the seeds have all been blown cheated all my chores and crawled through painful groans teetered on the wall – freed the ball and chain I’d grown proceeded forward through sleet and storm and hail stones repeated the haul with bleeding sores and aching bones greeted at nightfall by sprawling thorns all overgrown deleted it all - now I heed the call of the unknown I’ve been in dark alleys with torches and forced into covered skips seen parks, valleys and gorges forged into rubbish tips, we start deluge waters, score fjords and summon slips the heart of the galley slaughtered with swords drawn from southern lips STORM IN SUMMER I fear i need some air, right here, so I can breathe I can really feel a blanket forming over me like a grave or choking wave and I’m alone at sea save this broken soul from this storm that’s grown in me those I want to love me either don’t or are far away And those I want to listen only want to spar today STAGE OF LIFE A few thousand men survived when war was rife then the plagues came and deprived more of life it’s 2029 after an unsightly impact I’m trying to find a slice of life still slightly intact nuclear fallout, the earth is a wasteland cities deserted and fertile forests erased and nearly any place left has been crippled and spoiled pesticides and chemicals have stripped all the soils of nutrients and life, the land is lost this happened long ago when the first bandits crossed the sun ruled and left a tower of skulls the wind was full of death but now it’s all dulled my dinghy’s hull is sturdy in the waves and ocean drifts and I think I see gull like birds in caves and open cliffs my instinct confirms I was right to come travelling the further south I go the more life in unraveling the shore snakes along the barrenness coast region parts arriving at a bay not on the mariners most recent charts it’s green, it’s alive, excitement mans the oar it seems like no time and I’m upon the sandy shore dehydrated and dazed I walk on the lost beaches elated and amazed at the orchestra of creatures after all of my strife this is all that I have found bursting with life in a giant wall of sound taken by awe - tree trunks and greenery awakened once more - just me – one with scenery the tone of cicadas - a rubbing of wings ever flowing drone like a flooding of strings waves over stone hear the thudding it brings who needs a gramophone when the blood in me sings it’s a gypsy camp proceeding - a music jamboree, wind on a pod of seeds is a ruse of tambourines marmosets howling notes with the setting of suns resonating sound of throats and wetting of gums insects and amphibians make up the swampy chorus speckled kiwi sing - and kakapo trumpet for us owls and frogs alike join the section of horns that meld through the night ‘til the reflection of dawn drawing clouds over - kauri tops sway in time two Tui in flowering kowhai stop and play a line for line. drop away the music scores go back to the shores waves and rain pour are the conductors applause this stage orchestrates around and inside of you a page once forgotten – but a sound so tried and true It’s only for us – this symphony of mother earth - this IS the music God gave to us at birth I know now - this is all there is left there is music in life and only silence in death THE CHOICE IS OURS our market economy is just like a standard balloon but you think it can keep on forever expanding to the moon, our earth economy is just like an expanding rubber band, automatically stretching to the plans of it’s brother – man, it cant keep on – we’ve pushed her boundaries to the limit, we’ve pinched and punched and pulled and pushed and pounded every minute, we’ve shook and shoved and shifted shores and shat in every crevice, and when folks like me stand up and shout – "we flatten any menace" we’ve been misguided by this tide of blinded thinking it's time to step off about now cos this ride is sinking we are taught success is ‘riches’ but what sequel is next? We are all stress or depressed - and why? cos we’re a people oppressed. But we’ve been misguided by a tide of selfish systems they tell us how we ought to be – then try and help us listen. we are destroying tomorrow so we can have a free today but this freedom is a western illusion and cannot be the way this freedom is divisive, it’s selfish and complex it says you can have what ever you wish if you’ve got bank bonds and cheques, the list is real long, there’s an A – Zed of what’s wrong, on and on and on and there’s a common thread all along, denominator or common dominator – but at a price? sacrifice the parasites and this world is paradise, If we focus on ‘needs’ we eliminate the greed, assimilate with me and simulate being freed, I’m breaking these chains cos I am far from a slave we need to bury this system and dance upon it’s grave from: THIS WORLD
THIS WORLD my friends caught me out and they let you know that I’ve been getting low and i can't let you go then i said it myself, so you caught me out too and now i can’t control these crazy thoughts about you and if i can sort it out, then it makes me keep guessing that this ain’t a friendship anymore it's an obsession so you’re waiting for me to let you know when i let you go my love for you was set in stone but yours was set in snow This world can be so unkind Kept you waiting at the back of my mind, This mind can get twisted and twirled Kept me waiting at the back of your world. It’s time to be strong and face this issue dead on instead of letting it get out of control and roll into a head on and it hurts so bad i can't even leave my bed and the only thing i ever really wanna leave is my head now I reckon i should seek help when i can but I’m so stubborn when it comes to reaching out my hand I always get it wrong and I know you wanna be there but I also wanna to be fair... you know i keep displaying the exact pattern of proud if you think I’m playing then run back to your cloud i can’t keep on praying you’re gonna come back around I can’t hear what your saying this drum track is too loud This world can be so unkind Kept you waiting at the back of my mind, This mind can get twisted and twirled Kept me waiting at the back of your world. I can see a ship in trouble some way out amongst the waves It’s dark and rocks are near and wind is howling through the caves and we know that light could save if the lighthouse flame could just burn and then only then if the reflecting plate could just turn but it hasn’t been used in years so no one knows its fate the skipper of the ship knows this and decides to throw the weight weather the weather and wait it out ‘til daylight but the bough will break when it drifts on rocks if the anchor doesn’t stay tight in fact I’m the captain I’m tryna hook that anchor on you but I know you’re no good, i need something stronger than you i’ve finally seen you’re the killer of my self-esteem you’re nothing. You’re wrong, you’re dead and gone, you’re just a dream. This world can be so unkind Kept you waiting at the back of my mind, This mind can get twisted and twirled Kept me waiting at the back of your world. TIRED 'don't let my scuff my - shoes away, I've had enough of blue old day's, and given stuff like - you away, but I've come to claim your love again' It seems like yesterday I was living on the sidewalk gave your gold away I'm always giving into sly talk, I've lost my youth - I've forgotten what to fight for a sight for sore eyes still cant even find the right door, people turn their heads and walk yard round where I stand Look - I'm the one you fought for peace and brought freedom to your land My mother raised me to never harm a fly but I was armed and forced to kill when we got shipped off to die by some good twist of fate I survived the kiss of death I missed you during that distant wait and have love to miss you left, it's been well over a decade since I held you close, I always visit where you lay but never found your ghost, sorry it's late don't be afraid of a little dark cos tonight I've come to take you on a picnic in the park check out this pick and spade I'd make Ian Scarrow's day and I've found this old wheel barrow to take you right away I've been dream of this day since when I first went in there but now I'm community care but they don't care all they care about is money and I want love so bad and all I can think about is this special love we had so I've come to dig you out and re-kindle that old flame I've brought my poetry book to recite for you again you don't have to eat - just lay back and listen cos you're the doll I write about - you're the gem I'm missing with a whistle while I work... with a whistle while I work now it wont be long but I seem to have lost my youth and now I'm not so strong this night has been forever and now the light is waking the hole's only a few feet deep and my back is mighty aching, this ground is very dry and these roots run so thick my breath is getting distant - I can't even swing the pick my body wants to sleep but I see you in the dirt near I'm gonna stop and reach in cos I think I see your shirt there my hearts about to explode and then suddenly it's peaceful I think I'm touching your skin - it's time to sleep off this chill (i am alone far from my home) 'don't let my scuff my - shoes away, (I'm Tired) I've had enough of blue old day's, (I'm Tired) and given stuff like - you away, (I'm Tired) but I've come to claim your love again' (and wearily my soul treks on into the evening) ONWARD FORWARD DOWNWARD I've been so close but never heard I'll sneak into your zone without a word under your door or a crack in the floor you can't see but i've been here before no digits but i turn pages i immortally travel down through ages swim down a chimney and shimmy your curtain skim the back of your neck for certain rippling lake tops - flattening reed beds crippling grain crops - scattering seed heads riding on currents in between furrows twisting spirals down underground burrows where insects wander blind - tectonics grind specks of onyx are never combined where soils of old tell tails at every turn and coils of coal lay never to burn i am a draft expanded mind graft i dive into an abandoned mine shaft i feel no time pass through slow turns i dimple the skin of a thousand glow-worms i fall into the night over fossils unseen by light or the eyes of human site whisping over the scales of a million black insects who know only the light, which the dark injects many fathoms underground below the earth's crust i hear a bellowing thunder sound a low dark rumbling i keep turning and tumbling onward forward downward riding on currents sucked through tunnels twisting spirals down underground funnels where stalactites cling a sole drop rings and black water runs so cold it stings and crystals lay dark never to shine and diamonds sleep beyond the reach of any mine and cave walls sweat with an unknown heat and strange creatures lurk beneath and seethe ...and enter another dimension where girders convex under centuries of tension and time halts to a cold winter waltz where quakes ripple slowly down old splintered faults and vaults of treasure lay dormant forever and torment and pain reign onward together with a constant moan and gut churning groan of lost souls burning forever alone from complete darkness to an overwhelming glare from the fear of the unknown to an unknown fear exploding fire balls - molten iron ore how can i escape from this giant core i keep rising with the heat but i know the exit's farther down into that bubbling pool of incandescent lava i've faced this situation before here the only way through is overcoming the fear down is out so I pound and shout through the mass wars to the gas pores i sour through the ash with a roar and crash and bust the crust or the porous mass i escape from the fiery lake unscathed but my scales ache my tail shakes free I've shown even the devil cant take me i rise so quick and spiral and chain to the world you all try to gain to dive inside your lungs again and turn and twist through the fire and mist turn and twist - turn and twist turn and twist through the fire and mist dive inside your lungs again and turn and twist through the fire and mist diving through layers with force of flare rockets driving through claybeds sourcing air pockets eroding ice shelves - exploding through valves delving under realms to light up hell writing fear to hearts of those i carve in half appearing as a breeze, or a charged up draft to turn and persist through the fire and mist and dive inside your lungs and twist from: THE SADVIPRA DIVERSION CRAWLING IS EASY the road ahead is misery - it's thick on every side, and all the children left and right are sick from pesticides, no tent in sight, left to die, thin as sticks with festered eyes, and next to me with a quest from thee who says we're blessed with life, a guest from christ in a festive guise preaching heaven is nice - but they're western lies, empty cries that emphasise we're hell bound, but there's more to tell now, there's a war to sell round, there's shells to pelt down, and this fellas spellbound, but he thinks he's well rounded and grounded and he spells it clear with a yell into air. "are you a winner or a sinner?" and selling gods shelter there, my loss is his cross - he's taken on my burden, and all I want is my dinner in peace so i reach to close the curtain, all these rows of streets of hurting people who breathe loads of speed but are adverse to needles, new weekly wardrobe complete with sneakers, believe in god’s hope but still flirt with demons. you must be dreaming - up there with your nice clothes you can't hear the screaming with your eyes closed so close em tight - just like it's night that way you cant see a thing - not even light! 'cause crawling is easy in the white snow, white snow - with your eyes closed and walking is easy on the tight rope, tight rope - with your eyes closed running is easy along the right road, right road - with your eyes closed and flying is easy in the night so night so close your eyes and keep your eyes closed. ignore means to not acknowledge but to know it is, there are probably other meanings but i want to go with this, i often blow a kiss when i want to throw a fist and life is such we don’t have to touch but we must co-exist. some say ignorance in bliss and i say ignorance is PISS, and right now all the ignoramuses will be ignoring this, but before you turn me off with a nervous spurt and cough, i challenge you to come and hold my dick and jerk it off, ah that got your attention didn’t it - i'm just like Jah Rule, only my song has a message hidden in it and i don’t act like a fool, talk is cheap but there’s a need for diction - look, just put down your joystick and read a non-fiction book. the sorrows of tomorrow are from the horrors or wars today, the daily frontline is on your doorstep it wont morris dance away. but: crawling is easy in the white snow, white snow - with your eyes closed and walking is easy on the tight rope, tight rope - with your eyes closed running is easy along the right road, right road - with your eyes closed and flying is easy in the night so night so close your eyes and keep your eyes closed. ooh baby the world is wild but you can get by on a smile, what you cant get by on is ignorance, try all, you want - all you can, end up with uncle Sam, on the front line of a war you just don’t understand. "more news just come to hand it's just like vietnam". so be thankful for your birkenstocks and trusty fiat van. cos so many corporations set out to slaughter nations, with fortifications imported and stationed in poor locations, and when folks fall ill there's no support for patients, but that's their whole will for you - to be caught in their matrix. you try and scrimp and save but there's a crisis on your shelf, it's chemicals in processed food and the price in on yourself, this ignorance is leading to a whole life in a poor health, and in the end the doctors bleed you dry by siphoning your wealth, so there you are awaiting doom in a gloomy waiting room, and its already cost what you saved on food - but there’s no inflation boom, and once you're in there's no way out best believe you are enslaved, they engage you in a programme and yes please you must behave, then cash drip your savings and leave your head shaved, and tie you up in red tape and say you're dead brave, but you’re no deader or braver than the last Joe in that vest, cos if you don’t know you just expect that the doctors must know best, they keep on saying they're advancing by displaying stem cells, but who's paying them to keep you ill - whilst paying themselves. the pharmaceutical companies are at the peak of this pecking pile, they smile and keep you weak and sick - it's sick and fecking vile! there are alternatives – take some time to watch what you consume, and if you shut your eyes don’t be surprised if you're locked in hospital room. CONFESSIONS OF A MUD-GUARD everyday we are bombarded with shit some of us take a sip from the carton and spit some of us every hit our skins harden a bit but most of us are weak and become part of the ship these companies don’t give a shit if you are starving your kids or if your rents overdue - or your cars in the pit all they want is your last dollar so we are targeted with dreams of a better life sucked in by a marketers gift it's a marvellous lift, plastered on lager and chips part of the trip they give us (to escape this basket of shit they call life) - just a drip to drain our hard earned chits another scam - to keep our fence white and grass verge clipped. the blood suckers wont quit 'til our caskets are lit and our ashes are hiffed from the harbour bridge to where the barnacles live - to be a part of the fish and become like the mud we are bombarded all with. they say we have purse power - we are free to choose, but their 'freedom' is just a word, cos if we breathe we lose. they say we have power / in speech, in choice, but why should I speak when you are deaf to my voice? send the waterfall send the flood make some sense out of all this mud FORTHEARTHAND... who wants to live in a world so poor? there's no hope around the corner when we are hurled into war, there's no light at the end of the tunnel just fatigue, failure and fear, famine and disease. dear God I'm on my knees - am i succeeding my test? you told me I'd be free if I keep feeding the rest. but they're not eating they don’t want this invitation. instead they are feeding well on misinformation, and the media chains keep choking their brains. I gave up crying once to focus on change - forget the world - but she was tapping windowpanes, crying through my lock, and angling in the rains, ‘til all was sodden and drowned at the bottom, I signed a pact with God to fight for the down trodden, took a step on the path of getting eaten to pieces, reading many a thesis and getting beaten like jesus. next to me every moment is research and query, all components of each conspiracy theory, take this faded seedling let yourself be grown, this ain’t allocated seating - make yourself at home start sipping complimentaries ‘til the last cap goes pop, i'll be ripping elementaries ‘til my last rap flows stop, paste my last poster up and gasp my last 'hip hop' won't stop until the last drip from my tap goes drop, do you understand what i'm tryna stress i'm expressing feeling here, a humble man tryna dress, but i cant get out of this wheeling chair, the words are really clear cos the beat is fairly bare, but to you it's bass (frequency) so deep you can barely hear, you think about it, yes you do - but do you really care, don’t think that you do, it's really near - the end is nearly here. I once hoped i was at a lucid end, but every tv remote has a noose at the end. and every useless trend is a pyramid scheme, they've got you where they want you and - i want to scream! cos you are taking us all down with such ignorance, if we're to win we must combine much bigger than this, they've made us divided - there's proof we're separated, we're targeted with fiction via satellite stations, they forecast the news and hire puppet like patrons, then broadcast views to biased right wing nations, right at dinnertime when you're tying your apron, 'n frying the steak and tired and aching from the grind of today bringing home the bacon, you need a new loan, cos your savings disintegrating and you're tied to a routine - enough to make you scream. your screen is plastered with master card and new blue jeans, you're blasted with pasta ads, faster abs, plaster pads, a chance to back the all blacks, faster cars and lasting wax, cancer carsenegenics are back, mars attack, cars are crashing, SARS is catching so don't rush back. now they want you quarantined with a foreign regime, and two pop video teens who are hot in the gay scene, can our brains separate the false from the real? or our emotional states - when they fashion how we feel. do you understand what i'm tryna stress i'm expressing feeling here, a humble man tryna dress, but i cant get out of this wheeling chair, Let’s go back to the days when cavemen foraged, we had respect for fauna and native forests, we took only what we needed - nothing was depleted, 50 thousand years later we have Agent Orange, destroying every living thing where ever it's dropped then there's genetic alteration of almost every crop, we take more than we need cos we are ruled by greed, our creations destroy way past whenever we stop, i have promises to make and more to keep kilometres to take - before i sleep androids to wake before they fall to deep and the people started waking who before were sheep SING HALLELUJAH corrupt governments don’t give a fuck about the covenants all they are concerned with is pillaging the earth, and then they make a trillion dollar while a million live in squalor, and cos they know it’s wrong they get all hot under the collar – then they silence them who cried with a silent genocide and when we want some answers all the violence is denied and then they take away all hope and leave the scene in tape and ropes escaping from the firing line and hiring scapegoats. late last night i heard the lord a calling ‘sing alleluia’ got me thinking ‘bout the war we are all in ‘sing alleluia’ it’s not a war with lotsa tanks and bombs ‘sing alleluia’ and it’s not a war against the yanks or the poms ‘sing alleluia’ it’s a war in the mind, a war of human-kind ‘sing alleluia’ why we aren’t content and why we have to be defined ‘sing alleluia’ why cant we just be – why cant we just breath, instead we’re taught to believe something and forced to achieve, real young and choose a job we think we want from skills we’ve got, so as a grown-up tax payer we just fill a slot, so early on the message is ‘go expand your talents’ and then success is measured up on our grand bank balance, we wanna be great in a big city and be adored, but all we get is hate or pity if our packaging is flawed, so then you plaster on the masks – and hide the real you, this shallowness makes us hollow and inside we feel blue. It’s the same old stage we’ve been performing on for years, maybe time for change or you’ll bore me all to tears. we are searching for a meaning when there is no meaning. we’re all longing to belong where there is no song, it’s all wrong. If what you want is us to all get along, first we’ve gotta find ourselves – and feed ourselves up strong, and well - time will tell if grime will still sell, so stop getting sucked in by advertising for starters. and put our money where our mouth is, actions where our heart is. Come find yourself - Don’t blind yourself Come find yourself with me when you’re living a lie and want to give in and die then ‘sing alleluia’ need a bit of hope to be freed from a rope just ‘sing alleluia’ if you’re up in the club but should be huggin your bub, go home and ‘sing alleluia’ before you get your shoes sing the sweatshop blues, cumon and ‘sing alleluia’ if you need a quick snack please don’t get a big mac just ‘sing alleluia’ If your money’s all spent and you need to pay rent just ‘sing alleluia’.. OUT OF THE WIND
I come as the wind so to do I go raw distortion so throw caution to the flow breathes life, find a fortune on the breeze some listen to the music whistle through the trees I listen instead for the words the winds rasp but the language I've yet fully to grasp across desolate plains this ancient tongue has flown upon wings of the free to far lands unknown caressing a face so calm with no error then striking so fierce a hammer of terror breathes fear and ill wind never pretends where the wind stars is where the wind ends CLOSER THAN BREATHING there you are wading through a molten lava town, the agony you're draggin' me down... a path I've travelled before I search inside for a sign to a door, I see an arrow leading to a tarot reader nothing I need - don't want to know when I bleed, a tear drop falls on an ink page to blot, and blurring the script as though to magnify the spot, etching the sketch of your time, that comes and goes like the tides - I climb to a high crag and swoop, you're in view, cos the wind always seems to carry me to you, no matter how much I try to escape, you're draped on every scape within my shape. I have to re-learn to live and breathe so impossible when you leave but never leave. You're a train racing thru my dreams a hurricane erasing all my screams you're a chain breaking thru my seems even when you leave you're never leaving You're a train racing thru my dreams a hurricane erasing all my screams you're a chain breaking thru my seems cos you're closer to me than breathing. closer to me, closer to me, closer to me than breathing. Too much, too little, too late and too long I close my eyes to yawn and stretch and you're gone, just a free young spirit who loves to wander deep down I knew you wouldn't stick around for much longer, cos 'absence makes the heart grow stronger' is a myth makes 'em stray away and find someone else to play with someone funner someone better someone younger someone you feel feeds your firey hunger well ponder sweet friend as i dive off the deep end the sleep is over and I've found a four leaf clover bound the pressures of the world to my shoulder found a precious little girl and I'm sold - ah so I'm packing up camp and moving on never known to stay in one place for very long cos calm rivers run deep. and still waters never turned so stagnant. You're a train racing thru my dreams a hurricane erasing all my screams you're a chain breaking thru my seems even when you leave you're never leaving You're a train racing thru my dreams a hurricane erasing all my screams you're a chain breaking thru my seems cos you're closer to me than breathing. CLOUDED part 1 this ground where I lay - is as cold as can be, could this mound of clay really mould into me we forget the sound of life when we grow older than three but I found it again - just the other day - and it was holding the key... CLOUDED part 2 I never saw my fruits hit the ground. I never wore my boots to the ground. I never tore my roots from the ground they just lifted, extended my wings and drifted. gifted my love in expression of these. tracked and held captive, trapped and then freed. Gods speed and seed of his creed firmly planted, I take all I can but never take it for granted. enchanted by the sombre melody from a sweet voice, sleep falls to entice but there's a price for each choice. I glided, planted my roots in the fertile ground. grew a little more without a blink or a distant sound. for one fleeting moment I had never shifted, then one cheating omen said I was never gifted. swift to lift a finger, but never the name of gifted child. I was gifted with joy - the boy who always smiled. well you always get back what you put out, someone else'll trip you up if you decide to put your foot out. . seal your lips and tell me can you speak close your eyes and tell me what you see shield your ears and tell me can you hear close your hand and tell me what you feel I drifted down dug my feet into the warm sand, grew a little more with kindness and a warm hand, for one tiny second I was never alive, and then one shining beacon shone a light into my eyes, wise to the ways of the world but seldom sipping, even though every night I can hear water dripping. just like you I too lost my sight and smile, when my ways were clouded for a while. BUS AND THE BUSKER I'm standing waiting for the bus to come I hear a faint hum, singing and a guitar strum for a second I can't tell what's making the sound is it a stereo? no, a pretty girly sitting on the ground mesmerised by the surprise right behind me always wanted a moment like this to come and find me but timing has never been my speciality, especially today f***in bus why'da have to come and take me away so I'm sitting right there on the back of the bus now there's a pain of glass and the space between us is getting wider and bigger and further apart in this metropolis can I have this day again tomorrow so I can come give you this?... WHAT? I don't know why this always happens to me, I always get stuck riding waves out to sea, dragging me further away from the cause where are the waves rolling back into shores back to high land to dry land to my land, to much ocean and not enough dry sand, so I roll the dice and hope for better... days, and always end up getting wetter cos even away from the water falls water, and grey clouds cover the moon in first quarter, and tears cover the ground once again, I hear sighs of relief from those praying for rain. are we meant to be aligned in harmony with nature, or harbouring the thought we are different, thus greater, you see most of humanity live in a false reality focused on money and superficial ideals, cos who wants to fray first, and be worse of than the neighbours, "NOT I" says the lady with the crocodile heals. what land? what sea? what sky? - they look and learn and see and say: what land? what sky? what sea? - I look and learn and see and say: that land? that sea? that sky? - they look and learn and see and say: what land? what sky? what sea? I rise a cry inside and sigh. I think perhaps it's the human way, to choose to stay in a room in the grey away from the truth and the gloom of the day and block out the proof and presume it's okay In fact I know today it's the human way, to forget what they say - cos it may go away and be aloof to all sense and never use the grey. and play ignorant goof and presume it's okay. you've been sitting inside that box in your head for too long now, you've been sucking the teats - NO the cocks, of the wrong cows. all I ever hear is "do you want lies fried in fat?" but it's always disguised as "do you want fries with that?" LUCID END some say that the reckoning bringer came to send us fear wrinkled finger beckoning the end is near a thousand mile high pillar of cloud arising the burning sun sinking into the horizon scan the skies for the space visitors a future of destruction and terror- is it yours? not mine' and man pipes from the back pew, hard struggles and hard times to adapt through how can a man survive a wall of dust with an out of this world dose of faith and trust no fear no crying can't you see we're dying it's so clear to see greedy leaders lying so clear to see the earth twisting in pain so clear to see the plan of evil ingrained so clear to see the full truth is bent so clear to me I'm at a lucid end. lucid end, lucid end // Im coming to a lucid end, lucid end, lucid end // Im near to a lucid end. lucid end, lucid end // I'm here at a lucid end. lucid end, lucid end // as I walk I run a stick along a corrugated fence some close windows those who don't live in tents can you sense the draft curling up round the rafter through the comfort zone it's a shriek of laughter fresh and clear it cuts the gloom like a ray of sunlight streaming into a dark room the same cold air hit my eyes and awoke me it's the same cold air that lit the fire that choked me I'm at my life's autumn shedding leaves leaving bits behind that I knew I'd always leave grieve not cos with nothing I still have everything out to sprout new shoots this very spring bring a rhyme or two to a city that lacks opinions are pointless unless you act got the knack and I'm coming back for another innings cos the lucid end is the clear beginnings this dark world keeps getting me down this mass doom is so hard to comprehend i wear a smile now cos it hurts to frown and cos I'm at a lucid end... lucid end, lucid end // Im coming to a lucid end, lucid end, lucid end // Im near to a lucid end. lucid end, lucid end // I'm here at a lucid end. lucid end, lucid end // bombarded with garbage only fit for the dirt pile advertising that's supposed to make my life worth while telling me what I need to make your wallet bulge tryna sell me useless crap with hopes I indulge It's a weird world we hardly need a thing to survive yet we store up treasure for pleasure and then die WHY? to leave our ascendants so much? well, the only true treasures are the gifts you cant touch. this dark world keeps getting me down this mass doom is so hard to comprehend i wear a smile now cos it hurts to frown and cos I'm at a lucid end... DOWN TO NOWHERE please lead me way from this path of destruction endless empty dollar slogans and bogan corruption those forces of evil strive for its pull this life where no life is alive to its full where the wool is pulled over still dull eyes show where a spiralling downward trail leads no where why do they like where they are they cant see where they're going only the willing few will be in the knowing some walk a journey - and never see joy cos while some create most others destroy vote for your king and it will be I hear you say "I hope for nothing" and "let it kill me" drink detergent and it washes away your heart and head here's a dirge for the living who are already dead. won't follow you there ---- down to nowhere. please lead me back home to the land of the living where even the strangers don't know what they're giving where the death of something is the birth of another and the breath of something says the earth is our mother the hard planet with scars on her face from folks lost in high life and living at fast pace boardroom tables make fashionable labels the soul of the nation destroyed by corporation the wooden bowl is shaped by skilled hands of the turners' the clay bowl hardened in the fiery furnace see everything has so much more to it you've just got to know how to open the door to it. won't follow you there ---- down to nowhere. so don't head down to no where used well the ways my son take much care and choose well the days.. use well the ways - choose well the days use well the ways - choose well the days choose well the ways - use well the days... won't follow you there ---- down to nowhere |
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