Paranoid
WHY ARE THEY LOOKING AT ME
INTENSE ATMOSPHERE FEELING LIKE A FREAK
TOO MANY VOICES IN MY HEAD
SO MUCH PAIN ITS MAKING ME TENSE
ACHING HEAD MAKES NO SENSE
WHAT YOU SEE’S NOT WHAT YOU GET
ALTERNATE THOUGHTS CHANGE AND STEAL
WHAT I FEEL IS SO UNREAL
WHY CAN’T THEY GET OUT OF MY MIND
I DON’T NEED THEIR VOICES AND THEIR LIES
I JUST WANT TO MAKE THEM SUFFER AND DRAIN
LET THEM ALL PLAY THIS GAME
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
Novid Shaid - You Can’t Judge A Bloke By Appearance
You Can’t Judge A Bloke By Appearance
I’ll never forget, when my ears were still wet,
and I learned one of life’s painful lessons.
I won’t be surprised if you’ve learned this yourself,
you can’t judge a bloke by appearance.
It was when I was ten, when the days didn’t end,
I was having a really bad hair day.
My fringe: quite misshapen, my sideburns: forsaken,
so mum said: “Get a haircut and hairspray!”
I entered soon after, the Italian barbers,
whose hair was considerably wavy.
He gave me a wink, and a curious blink
by habit; he was a little bit crazy.
I sat with a gig, by a bloke with a wig,
just sitting there, minding my business.
When I glanced straight ahead at the barber’s mirror,
the sight that I saw left me speechless.
He sat there, a giant, an abominable tyrant,
with a scar on his face which made him look fiery.
His skin was as tough as the mail of a titan
And to top it off, he was glaring right at me!
I panicked, dismayed, looking the other way,
this bloke sent me in a fit of tight shivers.
He looked like a butcher, or a serial killer
and I’m sure that he wanted my liver!
Perhaps he would rob us, right after his haircut
tie us up and never release us.
He’d break us in two, feed us to his wolves,
I was trapped by this human tyrannosaurus.
The terror entwined in my innocent mind,
when suddenly I came to my senses.
The barber had finished his last ever haircut
and above me towered my nemesis.
I was stuck to my chair by his punishing stare
as he stood arching over the barber.
He reached in his pocket; my heart was a rocket,
any minute he’d brandish a chain-saw!
I gripped onto my seat, accepting defeat,
despairing, I was too young for mass murders.
When the barber just stood there and looked at this man-bear and said:
“Are you up for some snooker?”
I thought that was queer, questioning my ears,
has our barber turned totally barmy?
This man for his humour would torture a panda,
He replied: “Yer I’ll play; then we’ll order a curry!”
My heart went berserk, like a surge of fireworks,
I realised he wasn’t a murderous zombie!
Not a man from the mountains or chainsaw wielder
He was one of the barber’s old cronnies!
This man paid and left, giving me no eye contact,
and I just sat there feeling terribly stupid.
I misjudged his appearance out of sheer prejudice
and from then on, my world seemed to broaden.
So I tell you in case, you see a strange face,
which fills you with fear and suspicions.
Just remember my tale, which ended in shame
You just can’t judge a bloke by appearance!
I’ll never forget, when my ears were still wet,
and I learned one of life’s painful lessons.
I won’t be surprised if you’ve learned this yourself,
you can’t judge a bloke by appearance.
It was when I was ten, when the days didn’t end,
I was having a really bad hair day.
My fringe: quite misshapen, my sideburns: forsaken,
so mum said: “Get a haircut and hairspray!”
I entered soon after, the Italian barbers,
whose hair was considerably wavy.
He gave me a wink, and a curious blink
by habit; he was a little bit crazy.
I sat with a gig, by a bloke with a wig,
just sitting there, minding my business.
When I glanced straight ahead at the barber’s mirror,
the sight that I saw left me speechless.
He sat there, a giant, an abominable tyrant,
with a scar on his face which made him look fiery.
His skin was as tough as the mail of a titan
And to top it off, he was glaring right at me!
I panicked, dismayed, looking the other way,
this bloke sent me in a fit of tight shivers.
He looked like a butcher, or a serial killer
and I’m sure that he wanted my liver!
Perhaps he would rob us, right after his haircut
tie us up and never release us.
He’d break us in two, feed us to his wolves,
I was trapped by this human tyrannosaurus.
The terror entwined in my innocent mind,
when suddenly I came to my senses.
The barber had finished his last ever haircut
and above me towered my nemesis.
I was stuck to my chair by his punishing stare
as he stood arching over the barber.
He reached in his pocket; my heart was a rocket,
any minute he’d brandish a chain-saw!
I gripped onto my seat, accepting defeat,
despairing, I was too young for mass murders.
When the barber just stood there and looked at this man-bear and said:
“Are you up for some snooker?”
I thought that was queer, questioning my ears,
has our barber turned totally barmy?
This man for his humour would torture a panda,
He replied: “Yer I’ll play; then we’ll order a curry!”
My heart went berserk, like a surge of fireworks,
I realised he wasn’t a murderous zombie!
Not a man from the mountains or chainsaw wielder
He was one of the barber’s old cronnies!
This man paid and left, giving me no eye contact,
and I just sat there feeling terribly stupid.
I misjudged his appearance out of sheer prejudice
and from then on, my world seemed to broaden.
So I tell you in case, you see a strange face,
which fills you with fear and suspicions.
Just remember my tale, which ended in shame
You just can’t judge a bloke by appearance!
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Lady Dalston - No Title
I'm going to Libertine my life away
But I have to work, so that I can play all day
There is something uniquely bizarre about I say
For work is for those who wish to toil away
But if you are finished, or can get off around five
Come and knock on a door to the house that is like a hive
Full of people coming and going, it seems alive
Though there are those that would call it a dive
But if you are daring, take my hand and follow me
To a land that is all utopias and free
Bring any spare, borrowed or stolen money
And leave behind normality
Forget that festering humanity
And return to a state of animality
And fucking brilliant abnormality
Where you can see the universe in its totality
And talk to God satanically
And play around with the stars of eternity
Have a chat with Jesus about his paternity
And mess around with sexuality
And flirt with yourself seductively
But when you think it is all going perfectly
And life is going so splendidly
It'll all end most disappointingly
But don't you worry, we'll be here
To tuck your hair behind your ear
As you vomit up your fear
Of living in the real world each day, each year
But don't you worry, we'll be right here
We're down here, waiting for you my dear
But you chose to live out there, not here
We like it in here, each day, each year
We sing songs of love and lust
Of flowers and clementines
Of tragedies and what we must
Of all the things we have seen
We'll wait for you, that you can trust
To go back to where we have been
We'll keep your place free of others and dust
Our lovely Libertine
But I have to work, so that I can play all day
There is something uniquely bizarre about I say
For work is for those who wish to toil away
But if you are finished, or can get off around five
Come and knock on a door to the house that is like a hive
Full of people coming and going, it seems alive
Though there are those that would call it a dive
But if you are daring, take my hand and follow me
To a land that is all utopias and free
Bring any spare, borrowed or stolen money
And leave behind normality
Forget that festering humanity
And return to a state of animality
And fucking brilliant abnormality
Where you can see the universe in its totality
And talk to God satanically
And play around with the stars of eternity
Have a chat with Jesus about his paternity
And mess around with sexuality
And flirt with yourself seductively
But when you think it is all going perfectly
And life is going so splendidly
It'll all end most disappointingly
But don't you worry, we'll be here
To tuck your hair behind your ear
As you vomit up your fear
Of living in the real world each day, each year
But don't you worry, we'll be right here
We're down here, waiting for you my dear
But you chose to live out there, not here
We like it in here, each day, each year
We sing songs of love and lust
Of flowers and clementines
Of tragedies and what we must
Of all the things we have seen
We'll wait for you, that you can trust
To go back to where we have been
We'll keep your place free of others and dust
Our lovely Libertine
Muntanga Mudenda - We Skipped Friendship
We Skipped Friendship
We skipped friendship
Became lovers entwined
By lust
Oh how could you let such fire burn
To dust
Our love's ashes crashed down
From a chimney of chemistry
Our love's sine always peaking
Your twisted trigonometry
Tick-tick-tock
Oh how quickly WE became history
US became I
YOU became THAT
I became THIS
Wounded
Butterflies reversed into caterpillars
Gnawing my insides
Squirming to extinction
But- not before raping 2 ventricles
Your sick thirst
Made my tears run dry
But tears would not suffice
Once again
We skipped friendship
Became strangers un-twined.
We skipped friendship
Became lovers entwined
By lust
Oh how could you let such fire burn
To dust
Our love's ashes crashed down
From a chimney of chemistry
Our love's sine always peaking
Your twisted trigonometry
Tick-tick-tock
Oh how quickly WE became history
US became I
YOU became THAT
I became THIS
Wounded
Butterflies reversed into caterpillars
Gnawing my insides
Squirming to extinction
But- not before raping 2 ventricles
Your sick thirst
Made my tears run dry
But tears would not suffice
Once again
We skipped friendship
Became strangers un-twined.
David Bull - Alone (The Fear)
Alone (The Fear)
SITTING HERE ALL ALONE
ANOTHER NIGHT ANOTHER TIME
CRAZY WAYS BEEN BETTER DAYS
LOSERS VIEW THAT’S NOTHING NEW
SEMI CONCIOUS DREAMS IN ME
FEELINGS OF WORTHLESS SELF PITY
CRIMES IN MIND THE HANDS OF TIME
HOPING FOR A SIMPLE SIGN
IS IT TIME TO GET AWAY
TO FIND MYSELF A BETTER DAY
OR CAN IT BE LIKE IT WAS BEFORE
WHEN NO ONE EVER SHUT THE DOOR
TIME IS SLIPPING AWAY FROM ME
CAN I EVER REALLY CHANGE
MUST MOVE FORWARD NOT LIVE IN THE PAST
THIS TIME MUST MAKE IT LAST
FEAR HAS GRABBED HOLD OF ME
IS IT EVER GOING TO LET ME BE
FEAR HAS GRABBED HOLD OF ME
IS IT EVER GOING TO LET ME BE
SITTING HERE ALL ALONE
ANOTHER NIGHT ANOTHER TIME
CRAZY WAYS BEEN BETTER DAYS
LOSERS VIEW THAT’S NOTHING NEW
SEMI CONCIOUS DREAMS IN ME
FEELINGS OF WORTHLESS SELF PITY
CRIMES IN MIND THE HANDS OF TIME
HOPING FOR A SIMPLE SIGN
IS IT TIME TO GET AWAY
TO FIND MYSELF A BETTER DAY
OR CAN IT BE LIKE IT WAS BEFORE
WHEN NO ONE EVER SHUT THE DOOR
TIME IS SLIPPING AWAY FROM ME
CAN I EVER REALLY CHANGE
MUST MOVE FORWARD NOT LIVE IN THE PAST
THIS TIME MUST MAKE IT LAST
FEAR HAS GRABBED HOLD OF ME
IS IT EVER GOING TO LET ME BE
FEAR HAS GRABBED HOLD OF ME
IS IT EVER GOING TO LET ME BE
Emma Drinkwater - Him
Him
He looked at me often,
His blue eyes staring into my soul.
He hugged me when I needed warmth,
His body protected me from the outside world.
He held my hand when no-one looked,
His fingers entwined with mine.
He gave me my first kiss,
His lips soft and gentle.
He called me beautiful no matter how I looked,
His smile reassured me.
He told me he wanted to be with me,
His voice made it sound so believable.
He said he loved me,
He lied.
He looked at me often,
His blue eyes staring into my soul.
He hugged me when I needed warmth,
His body protected me from the outside world.
He held my hand when no-one looked,
His fingers entwined with mine.
He gave me my first kiss,
His lips soft and gentle.
He called me beautiful no matter how I looked,
His smile reassured me.
He told me he wanted to be with me,
His voice made it sound so believable.
He said he loved me,
He lied.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
David Bull - The Killler
The Killer
HE’S FELT YOUR PRESENCE
PRE CONCEPTION
FEELINGS SPOILT WITH HATE
MAY NOT WANT IT
BUT HE NEEDS IT
CUTS YOUR LIFE AWAY
HIS SHARPENED BLADE
GOT NO CONCIENCE
BEATEN BY YOUR FATE
HIS STALKING NATURE
FILLED WITH HATRED
HE NEEDS TO FIND A WAY
BODIES SWEATING
HEART IS RACING
IT’S TIME TO DIE TODAY
SCHIZOPHRENIC CRIES
PARANOID LIES
BURIES YOU WHERE YOU LAY
POWER GLORY
DEVIL FURY
HE’LL MAKE YOU WASTE AWAY
HE’S FELT YOUR PRESENCE
PRE CONCEPTION
FEELINGS SPOILT WITH HATE
MAY NOT WANT IT
BUT HE NEEDS IT
CUTS YOUR LIFE AWAY
HIS SHARPENED BLADE
GOT NO CONCIENCE
BEATEN BY YOUR FATE
HIS STALKING NATURE
FILLED WITH HATRED
HE NEEDS TO FIND A WAY
BODIES SWEATING
HEART IS RACING
IT’S TIME TO DIE TODAY
SCHIZOPHRENIC CRIES
PARANOID LIES
BURIES YOU WHERE YOU LAY
POWER GLORY
DEVIL FURY
HE’LL MAKE YOU WASTE AWAY
David Bull - Dying Man
Dying Man
ONE TOGETHER
FREE FOREVER
MAKE IT BETTER
LEAVE MY BODY
DON’T FEEL SORRY
FOR ME
LOSE MYSELF
IN MYSELF
ALLS NOT WELL
FILLED WITH FEAR
SHED A TEAR
NO ONES HERE
FOR ME
ONE TOGETHER
FREE FOREVER
MAKE IT BETTER
LEAVE MY BODY
DON’T FEEL SORRY
FOR ME
LOSE MYSELF
IN MYSELF
ALLS NOT WELL
FILLED WITH FEAR
SHED A TEAR
NO ONES HERE
FOR ME
David Bull - Heal the Pain
Heal the Pain
OH MY GOD WHY DON’T YOU TAKE ME
YOU SEE ME IN THE STREET
SCARS ON MY WRIST
WHY DO YOU LEAVE ME
IS THIS THE WAY I’M MEANT TO BE
WHY DO YOU STARE AT ME
I’M AS WHITE AS A GHOST
I DON’T WANT TO COME DOWN
GOT TO FLEE FROM THIS TOWN
IT’S KILLING ME
CAN’T YOU SEE
IT’S KILLING ME
JUST WANT TO LOSE MYSELF
TO FIND OUT WHATS IN MYSELF
SHEDDING LOTS OF TEARS
RELIVING ALL MY FEARS
WHY DID YOU PUT ME DOWN
I DID NOTHING TO YOU
YOUR’E THE IGNORANT ONE
YOU DID THIS TO ME
DON’T WANT TO LIVE LIKE YOU
I NEED TO BE FREE
HEAL THE PAIN THAT’S INSIDE
ITS THIS BROKEN MANS WISH
JUST TO KEEP HIS PRIDE
FREE THE DEMONS OF MY LIFE
ITS THIS BROKEN MANS WISH
JUST TO STAY ALIVE
OH MY GOD WHY DON’T YOU TAKE ME
YOU SEE ME IN THE STREET
SCARS ON MY WRIST
WHY DO YOU LEAVE ME
IS THIS THE WAY I’M MEANT TO BE
WHY DO YOU STARE AT ME
I’M AS WHITE AS A GHOST
I DON’T WANT TO COME DOWN
GOT TO FLEE FROM THIS TOWN
IT’S KILLING ME
CAN’T YOU SEE
IT’S KILLING ME
JUST WANT TO LOSE MYSELF
TO FIND OUT WHATS IN MYSELF
SHEDDING LOTS OF TEARS
RELIVING ALL MY FEARS
WHY DID YOU PUT ME DOWN
I DID NOTHING TO YOU
YOUR’E THE IGNORANT ONE
YOU DID THIS TO ME
DON’T WANT TO LIVE LIKE YOU
I NEED TO BE FREE
HEAL THE PAIN THAT’S INSIDE
ITS THIS BROKEN MANS WISH
JUST TO KEEP HIS PRIDE
FREE THE DEMONS OF MY LIFE
ITS THIS BROKEN MANS WISH
JUST TO STAY ALIVE
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