When you wanted coke
I was your glass of water
When I wanted coffee
You were my cup of tea
We all wanted hope
Put the lambs to the slaughter
It's not enough to have
Fun for free

Behind the mask
Another masquerade
Intelligent lies
Told so intelligently
Hard to disguise
Under concealer
That compromise is blasphemy

So don't give it up
Though it's a downer
Throw out the line again
For company
Signal's declined
The daily wonder
That the world's on fire
And we're buying all the things.

Daily Wonder

Don't question if it's life or art
Prompt your head: the floor's the ceiling
It's hard enough to tell apart
My left from right from wrong from
Fortean times upon us, shooting stars
And Bigfoot drives a cybertruck
To be fair, it's in the shop
Because the breaking pedal's stuck.

We can't stop now, we've come this far
Though I'll admit a rest's appealing...
...Sorry I was off day-dreaming
Miles away and here we are
Ghosts tomorrow, flesh is fleeting
Pick me up some DNA
And slander all the ways of seeing.

The wheel of fortune never stops
Just step back and watch it spinning
Choices of an avatar who always bets on zero
In green casinos, purple bars
People argue with machines
And then dream of utopia
That's exactly what it seems.

Stop. Check both sides.
Down and up. Left and right.

Check both sides again

When springtime arrives
You will find me eating butterflies
And going blind
As pawn takes the knight
Envelopes of black and white
Sent to tickle my insides.

At Saint Murder High
Psycho killers get frustrated by the lack of any pupil
Showing fear or surprise
A caterpillar lies
Stretching out its segments in the sunlight
Like a production line.

St Murder High (1)

Nothing's ever owned or original
Nothing's the same as it ever was or ever will
Tell tales about the apple thieves
They did us a favour
No inebriated unicorns from drinking the cider of the fruit of the tree of all reasons for amnesia.

The word that set you free
Presumed you a slave
With inherited guilt
And a mission to save.

Painstakingly remaking
A ship in a bottle
To immanent the eschaton
We keep waiting and sail following seas.
What's taking the time?
Breaking inside
Skipping with diamonds on the starboard side
And I'm living the dream and dreaming the life.
You son of a gun
What have you done?
Putting a piece of you in everyone
The stakes are too high. And overdone.
What you gonna do?
When inebriated unicorns are dancing on the moon?
How you gonna feel?
When everything you thought was real, it's not real.

Son of a gun

They tell me it's on the wrong way round
Just hold on a sec
Unselfishly spinning my galaxy-
themed t-shirt beneath my head.

The roadside reviews and the autobahns
Put out of use
We've all faced a situation
We cannot refuse.

Springtime Enceladus
Winter in the sun
Skiing holidays on
Planet number one.
Do yourself a favour
Yeah, you and everyone
Spend a perfect day with us
On planet number one.

Now tell me you're not intrigued
Just a little bit
It's something you've got to see to believe
And believe me you ain't seen nothing yet.

A room with a view of the other world
Where Carcosa lies
And loosens her corset, undressing
The place between you and I.

Tell me 'bout it later
I'm eating bubblegum
Stuck in elevators
With Dr Carl Jung.

The air has got a flavour
Just build another one
Look around and save as
Planet number one.

Planet #1

Come to me my darling
Never let me go.
We can be the guardians
Of the afterglow.
Frozen in embraces
Chasing through a world of mazes
Where does your attention go?
Carried off by so-and-so
Dancing to a silent disco
If you see me, well, let me know.

The greatest story ever told
Is not of love and not of gold
It's not of peace and not of war
It's not of crime and not of law
It's not of death, it's not of birth
It's not of the stars, it's not of the Earth.

Tangled up in blankets
But at least the sky is blue
Staring through the ceiling
At another you.
Clouds are streaming faster
I don't know how long we'll last if
Everything is your echo
Chamber pot head theories go
Well I heard that one long ago
And they said, "Tomorrow never knows".

Silent Disco

If you're running out of options
At least you're still on the move.
Nothing cannot be forgotten
But you've got everything to prove.

It's a fight song for the awful
Uniforms and rally cries
While I reach and pick your pocket
Right before your ever-loving eyes.

When you paint me as a prophet
I will take you for a fool
There is more to being wrong than
They can teach you in a school.

So wet your eyes and here's a tissue
Of truth and lies and in-betweens
When you wake up you don't wake up
When you're living in a dream.

Pickpocket

Look at you
Raking through the interests
Filter food
Of you know who
And who knows best.

Climbing up Gaussian mountains
Same view from every side
Winding down the cuckoo houses
In wooden shoes and no clue where to hide.

How could we forget about the sun?
By the time the daily kingdom comes
We've already moved on.

See things in reverse
Gives me a good old chance to
Unrehearse
Backing up the soul wagon
Digging up the turf:
These things always happen
Let's make a good thing worse
And blame it on the programmer

What you looking at me for?
It's as easy as one, two, three, four
What you looking at me for?
It's as easy as one, two, three.

What you looking at me for?
It's as easy as one, two, three, four, three.
What you looking at me for?
It's as easy as one, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen.


Easy As 1-2-3

Papa said no no
Papa said no
With that said
We went ahead.

Go and get some
Go and get gone
Disappear - tail up
Down the rabbit hole.

That's the way to go!
Is it hell, though?
Think you'll find
That's on the left

Good Intentions Road
Pot holes
And embarrassments
By the bucket-load.

I remember when I met the king
A little prince - a future thing
The playground shimmered at our feet
And on the swept tornado wing
And everything was frozen in the heat
A fever-dream of sunshine
Lighter than the feeling when the war was over
And everyone agreed.

Pop I said no no
Pop I said no
And with that said

Go and get some
Go and get some
Disappear, tail up
Down the rabbit hole.

Oumuamua saw us and left
Too much petty pretending
And too many billionaires
Playing musical chairs.
You want a million?
Treat the law like an opinion.


Good Intentions Road

These days things can get confusing
So stop whatever it is you think you're doing
Drop tools, break rules down to the molecules
You can feel it moving
You can see it coming

Sit in the sun and select "Deselect All"

Some say when you set foot in the river
You're not the same again and if you ever
Make do with fools who could treat you better
You could beat forever
But you're untogether

Free play - watch the people anaconda
One slide - it's half enough to make you wonder
Stuck mules in schools for a helter skelter
Is it getting better?
Is it getting better?

Sit in the sun and say "Deselect All"
It's time for fun and play "Deselect All"
Sit in the sun and select "Deselect All"
"Deselect All"

It's all you can take.
It's all you can take.

Deselect All

The sea under the sea
Merrily rolls along
While we capsize completely
And wonder what went wrong

It won't take long 
To sing a summer song.

There's no more paper
But so much ink
No time to start again and
No time to think
There in a moment but I'm
Gone in a blink
The night in summertime is
Eleven winks (if you're lucky)
So wake up the sleepy heads
And give them a shake
I have got half a mind
But it's on a break.

The sea is beckoning.
It's waving. It's moving towards me now.

I'm leaning into being someone
Who makes it up as they go along
And yes some meaning gets a little lost
But then again it's just a summer song.
A summer song.

Summer Song

This is the part of the story
Where no one does anything at all
In fact, at all.

I will take every morsel
Out from their starving mouths
Pick and claw at teeth and gums til
I get everything out.

It's a joy to rid the world of 
Things I don't understand
Sever heads of the infants
And say it's what my God commands.

This is the part of the story
Where no one does anything at all.

Must be fun to be chosen
Cos you can hide behind
The chooser who apparently spoke
Some time ago but who's counting now?

Spoil the fruit
Rubble the houses
Look where those rockets fall 
You paid for every bomb
So you get to see it all.

Part of the Story

You look like you
Should go get some rest
You might dream but you don't sleep when you're dead.

And though it might seem
That I look under-fed
I'd argue that it makes me better when I'm playing hungry hippos, so

The summer sale: here's what to expect
You can pick up all the vices for free
Just swallow pills down each and every day
Red or blue, we don't care cos either way we're still getting paid.

The consternation
The sugar in my soup
The paradox of endless bliss
The blind revolt of youth.

Here in amazement
Before the next great iteration
Don't lose your patience.
Waiting is the entertainment.

Next Great Iteration

These are the lyrics - that I haven't added.


First rule of yo-yos:
In defiance of Issac Newton
What goes down
Must come back up again.

First school of no-nos:
A reliance on someone else, so
What goes in
Is something they're not complicit in.

Send help.
Is that so difficult?
What a waste of so-called wealth
On those who helped 
Only themselves.

First Rule of Yo-Yos

Alfred Wegener
Is moving round the furniture
On a teal sphere
Is everybody here

For the massacre?
I'll bet you wish you were
Back in middle school
Boning up on algebra.

Someone's after you
They're up and down the stairs
Hiding in the living rooms
The Killing fields are back again my dear
So grovel at the hurricane
And lie about the atmosphere.

What's appropriate
To consider here
Ain't a twist of fate
It's just a twist of fear.
So considerate
And drink your lemonade
With a slice of life
And a hand-grenade.

And the noise won't stop
And we're breaking up
Lose the signal in the storm
And the noise won't stop
And I'm waking up 
To someone else's dawn.

Alfred Wegener

We all fall down again
And turn our pockets out
The revolution
Just goes round and round

So we bow down to them
They turn us inside out
And make excuses for
All the killer clowns.

If you've had enough of all this endless stream
Of truth and meaning
Just follow me
If you've had enough of the lies they tell you
Every day, just follow me
Follow me

Killer Clowns

I’ve designed a brand new machine
Of perpetual motion
Look inside – you’ll see what I mean
It just goes and goes on
So come along, bring that energy
I could use your ambition
And I have heard that you make a mean
Solid fuel propulsion system.

We can fly away
With next to nothing in our pockets
It’s all up our sleeves
With the ace of spades and the smoke and mirrors.

Great in theory but
Have you tried it out?
Check the patent clerk
For special relations.



Smoke & Mirrors

And you know this
The second he comes along
You’ll be on bended knees
Grab a rope and string the classical guitar.

Row and row your boat
On random seas
Make a friend of the dependencies
If you’re rolling, would you roll one for me, too?

Come alone.

All the losers
Get to learn for free
That the hubris of a victory
Comes complete
With everything you think it will.

Go console her
With your empathy
They’ve arrived at this prophecy
And it means the price is going…

Come alone.

Singing like a diva
Signalling appeasement
Smoking all the reefer
As if you didn’t mean it
Saying what you want 
Is what you need and
Living used to be
So much cheaper.
If I get a head start
I’m always out of reach and
Speaking of which
This carrot’s on a leash,
The city’s under siege,
And a nectarine’s a peach
That flunked out of school
Got drunk, fooled around
And joined the marine corps.
If you would believe us
The ignorant will teach us
The morals and the perils 
And the colours of dishevelled 
Little devilish creatures.
Don’t ignore us – 
it’s a sign of weakness,
Smiling, sweaty as preachers 
misquoting Nietzsche.

Come Alone

When we were little
Things looked so big
Don’t get too close or
You might fall in
Love with the notion
Of lifting the lid
Crash in slow motion
Straight into the ocean
Look what we did.

Turn off the TV
Turn off your head
Teased by the trailer
For the Living Dead
It’s all been determined
It’s all undefined
Send me a letter – I’ll reply
The middle of nowhere’s doing fine.

We’re not lying now
We’re not alone
So lie down.
We’re not lying now.


Not Lying Now

Don’t repeat it
No, don’t repeat it
It becomes so
Self-defeating
Can you believe it?
On the street and
In the buildings
Won’t somebody please
Think of the children
Or quote the Simpsons?

Sugar’s sweet and
So’s religion.
Both seem to lead to
Philosophical under-digestion
So believe me
When I sell you
This candy-cane
It’s on prescription
Just describe your symptoms.

Make it up
No, you can’t make it up.

Take a number,
Have a seat and
I’m sure that someone
Will be along to see you
In a minute.
What’s the problem?
You look defeated.
I thought I told you twice before
Don’t repeat it
Don’t repeat it.


Make It Up

This has no words yet. And the words it does have, it shouldn't

Fingerprint

Up at dawn?
Physical exercise 
Do the daily scream 
 

The earth stood still
High on celluloid
Things to Come
When worlds collide

Ain't no shadow
Like a sunset
Pulls a blanket
Over our heads

Up the airy mountain
Down the rushy Glen
I fear they're all a hunting 
For a taste of crispy pancakes
Made by mannequins 
The lease is up and
Metal's falling

If you see them
Run and tell
No-one believes you
If you see them
Run and tell
No-one believes you
But then again

Ain't no shadow
Like a sunset
Pulls a blanket
Over our heads.

Sing out of phase
But never out of tune
Are we out of our element?

Our Element

Good girl
Good boy
Go and play with your favourite toy
Recall
Enjoy
Dive into the depths of a decoy
Game on
Explore
Chances are you've not been here before
So don't stray
Too far
Stay at your end of the circular seesaw.

We go up and down
Round and round
Down and up.

Good lord
My word
Haven't you seen, what the
Haven't you heard, well I
Don't know
About you
And I'm getting pretty certain I don't know about me too
But that's fine - let's play
I'll beat you to the bottom of the climbing frame
And we'll slip
Our reins
Heading to the sunset of a future yesterday

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