George Hannigan - WES

Vocals: Tiggy Horwood and George Hannigan
Guitar: Nathan Enderbury

Nobody Can Cross It (Trust Me)

Just a poem I wrote when I was bored and feeling emotionally, you'll probably think it's terrible but I really don't care that much. The quality is shit, the lyrics are below:


You see, my heart is yours and belongs to you
But, what else can I do?
This feeling flew at me swiftly,
Even though the moment perfect,
My verdict, so misty
No demonstration can stop my frustration. 
My mind wanders but comes back to you,
The truth can’t be hidden
The hourglass pours, for what I adore
These feelings, forbidden.
No paper painted green, no house for me to be in, 
Your anatomy – all that matters to me.
My cerebral cortex, trapped,
 Constricted in your vortex, snapped
My words are muddled, when I speak it’s profanity
If only I could break these chains,
Gain some sanity.
You’re name ain’t permitted, no my secret’s committed
Any chance we had, hurtled out the window,
Opportunity’s pass, this one - pronto
But we will never be, this is what I see,
The privilege was mine, to spend my time
Talking, walking, laughing, joking,
Little sweet things like hugging and stroking,
So goodbye, Adios, all these words
I’ve had to anticipate,
On a final note, before I choke, 
I’ll wait



Unrequited

It's called procrastination cause I wrote it today instead of working

These feelings that make my character
Not appealing, my reasoning
For being an actor,
You see, I can be someone I’m not,
To release the tightening of this knot
Become a persona, to prevent this pneumonia
Of my soul, to fill up the holes,
Cover up the bruises, blunt the weapons
That I am pursued with
When I’m acting,
And people are reacting
It’s like I don’t have to pretend
Ironically, cause that’s the common trend
The stage can be interpreted in so many ways,
I’m counting the days till my soul regains
Independence,
My worlds in a daze but back on the stage, it’s stupendous
The audience thriving, feeling alive again
Its genuine acceptance, not like society
 With its deceptions
All the World’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players
See Wills, he had the right idea,
Using sayings at a time when life was freer
Neither a borrower nor a lender be,
You see,  
No stealing, for things more appealing
You see’s society’s changed,
Where it’s a priority to check your pockets,
Sell old lockets for the deranged
 Perspective that money, if you collect it
Can change who you are, make you a star
That you’ll be a hit,
Then there’s me, I’m not playing the game
I quit, I’m praying that change will equip
The world it is today with motivation
This is why I act, to be an inspiration
‘Cos teens receive negativity
That all they do is take lives and virginity
That’s bullshit, there’s a lot more to see
Having the notion that adding an idea
With an idea, gives you two causing more creation,
And less frustration and commotion, 
We can unite, work hard, be the best
Like the Bard
Cease to listen to those with false ambition
Be the change you want to see
Take control of your destiny


 


Procrastination (lyrics in description)

Broken by George Hannigan
Pictures showing us what we need
Things are getting worse, a warning I must heed
Sadness is created to hurt us, Constant
Promotion of what we have to purchase
To feel a sense of belonging, knowing
That once we attain this false label
We are then longing, for the next best thing
And depression arrives, if our mind thrives
For something that incapacitates, makes unstable
For years and years celebrities catwalk, talk the talk
And the commoners stalk every step they take
Trying to break, the mould they were born into
Being force fed these lies, they chew and chew
Until there’s nothing left to do
Until the food for thought becomes nothing but
Starvation, causing desperation our Society’s bulimic
Cos’ of the trick that’s been pulled, the wool 
Well and truly over our eyes and what surprise
The politicians let us fall through the gaps, 
Ensnared in the traps, Scared that if we snap
They’ll be unable to hack the power of community
Our unity, too loud, that’s why they’re keeping us down
Advertising merely a spectacle, 
Consumerism needing a kick of the testicle 
When I look at your phone.. what do I see?
False beauty, that both you and me, too blind to see
We’re being hypnotised, behind our eyes 
All that is situated is lies, we become infatuated
When congratulated about our new jacket, what a racket
The tidal wave of false compliments,
I’m struggling, drowning in its contents
Of clothes, phones, perfume etcetera 
Dehydrated by the dishonest temperature
The heat’s becoming too much to handle, the candle of
Community burning out, replacing it’s self with doubt
Now I’m guilty of it too, I’d love to say I don’t do it but I do
There’s something not right here,
Something needs fixin’
Let’s hope we can fight, be freer, 
Before we can’t cope and become too twisted



Twisted

Beauty 

That moment, it steals your shadow,
Grasps your silhouette, with no remorse
No regret; the pinnacle, as every miniscule
Of emotion leaves, eyes locked on this devious
Object, escape is distant – heartbreak is imminent.

It is beheld within the cerebral cortex
Like the magpie, once it sees it gets
It’s a thief in the darkness, 
For a brief moment – harmless
Arriving warm, the colour of scarlet,
Driving you to insanity, with scorn
A harlot, concealing well-earned clarity

You’re left with pain, time is your shield
With hours, it wields medicine
 To find that which was hidden,
Peace of mind

Years have passed; your shield has been lowered
Your defences weaken at last
A waiting game for romantic senses
When its name returns, a familiar essence
 Beating you senseless –
This is war and this is your duty
The thing you adore, an old friend
Back once more.

Beauty.

George Hannigan




 





Beauty (Rough version)

George Hannigan
Budding Actor, Aspiring Poet/Writer
My work is awful, but I enjoy it so listen if you want.
It's your funeral