BIG KNOW

I am trying my best
but the big know is laughing at me.
We all finally know
that our questions have been questions before.

I'm sick and tired of my being tied.
So sick and tired of being tied.

Fine, don't appreciate
but your lies won't hide what you're bound to hate.
When you finally go
don't forget to close our revolving doors.

I'm sick and tired of my being tied.
So sick and tired of being tied.

In school you are an empty head
being filled with hate. Being left for dead
is punishment to fit the crime
that you're bound to commit if given the time.

I'm sick and tired of my being tied.
So sick and tired of being tied.

09. Big Know

I STAND TALL

Graffiti paints the walls that I rest my head upon.
A room of misspelled lies.
I'm stupid as they kick at me.
Their heterosexual guise.

Look out for me, because
heaven is too small now that I am
standing tall.
You'll always be around.

I reach out to my elders
for the safety that I need.
They spit at me from distance,
accuse me, watch me bleed. 

Look out for me, because
heaven is too small now that I am
standing tall.
You'll always be around.

It's lonely here in this world of mine
but I try and soothe my pain.
But my heart has been beaten bad and
my blood is flowing in the rain.

Look out for me, because
heaven is too small now that I am
standing tall.
You'll always be around.

05. I Stand Tall

IF I WERE A DINOSAUR

Put here by God as a test to the faith of the hundreds of millions he counts as his fans. 

Am I fossilised bone? Well of course, but deception from sentient beardy above? Not at all.

Tell me, what is the worse sight for you to behold? Is it sunburnt smackheads consummating their love on a tenement step on a sun-drenched evening or a bible, aflame, balanced square on your head or disease?

No one disputes the fact. I think we all agree that religion is lost to hope of attaining an other-worldly love and exacting a wholesome trust.

Your avatar courting emoticon four has sped up tenfold the diluting of love. The self depricating amongst single men are merely exponents of aforementioned love malaise.

No one disputes the fact. I think we all agree that religion is lost to hope of attaining an other-worldly love and exacting a wholesome trust.



01. If I Were A Dinosaur

JAPANESE FUTURE BALLAD

Strange as but stranger still.
Dialogue of the lonely. In love.
Decadence in misery.
Colliding frames of mind.
Future self in the throws of regret.
Decadence in misery.

10. Japanese Future Ballad

MY UNRELENTING EGO

We thrive on each other
helping to discover
our moments of weakness.
The reason to seek this

seems to be simply a case of some
dumbed-down fun. One-upmanship done,
the clearly-feared tears reappear as if on
queue and do you absolutely no 
favours at all.

Our memories berate us.
Losing virgin status
to perp within my home
via Stockholm Syndromme

is dismissed as piss-poor flights of 
fantasy as me and my sort have
seen to have been obscene by those who’ve known just
what’s in store before therefore 
ignore what I say.

Balls!
Here my mumbles
and my thoughts
as they form
to ideas.
Just because
no one listens
does not mean I will not make them heard.
I’ll stay in the pursuit as the absurd.

Please be in salute to my ego.

We are all ego and as a man ego is me.

02. My Unrelenting Ego

NEW SONIC YOU

I share with you 
A new outlook
New sonic you
This time for good

Maybe this time
You'll last a while
But i've seen it all
Just make me smile

We'll start with where
You're going wrong
We build you up
We make you strong

This time next year
We step it up
In second gear
And up on luck

Go with my eyes closed
Where I won't know
Enough daydreaming
To last a lifetime

We get disheartened 
When we fail
Carelessness
Will prevail

We start again
And wait in suspense
We start again
With best intent

Their instincts tell you
That you're wrong
Carry on
Time's getting on

This time next year
We step it up
In second gear
And up on luck

Go with my eyes closed
Where I won't know
Enough daydreaming
And you watch your life go

12. New Sonic You

NO SIGN OF SHADOW (93-95)

Uncouth oral 
caused loose morals.
Uncouth morals
caused war.

Are you tired of upheaval?
Lack the faith you need to believe in?
Why not feed on evil?
Open up to the concept of your sin.

Have no faith in

life today in present year
defiles the concept of the self. Feels
altogether worse in parts
than years lost out to broken hearts. As
everybody wants to live
outwith their means. It seldom seems that
people think of consequences
to their actions. Satisfaction

is derived 
from the chase.
Run up some debt 
to save face.

In an unemployed society 
all the unemployed seek depravity.

Take an organ like the brain and
sap intelligence and drain the
soul and what you're left with is a
ball of meat hooked on showbiz. You'll
not have no appreciation
for high art or situation-
ism. In a world of choice
you seldom seem to use the voice that

screams so loud 
from within -
It's just your soul 
checking in.

In an unemployed society 
all the unemployed seek depravity.

Social skills trump cleverness so
please be sure to clean your mess up - 
like those books on poetry. “Hey!
Why don't you come drink with me? See,
I am on a seven pinter
so please be sure and be kind.” 
Territorial prefix games doth
alter the lunatics name from 

plain old Thomas to
'East End Tam'.
Reputation 
precedes the man.

In an unemployed society 
all the unemployed seek depravity.

11. No Sign Of Shadow (93-95)

OLDER NOT WISE

You'll go
Biding your time
We're put in this war
Just to reap the reward

I had to find
A reason to be
All of these things I don't want to be

Won't you
Believe me
I can't seem to do it myself

This time, am I older or wise
It's coming around for the second time
Lead me, by the hand
They must've thought I was fucking blind

A poor soul, doesn't know
Doesn't know what is good for her
You know, she needs
You, you think you do

No, I don't agree
With you, but I'll pretend I do
Why do you need to impress me
We're going about it all the wrong way


You don't know me
So why would you pretend
To love what I love

I don't owe you
Anything, 'cause I
Didn't ask for any of this

06. Older Not Wise

'SUNKISSED BOULEVARD' BY SIDEWALK

Rules of a rich man:
I care not for the opinions of fools.
My use of language will one day be curriculum in schools.
Un-imagining our past discretions forcibly pulls
us from committing mistakes again... And drugs are not cool 

"Talent borrows, genius steals" said Gallagher. He gave hints 
at lack of though original, so let's all plagiarise Pavement.

No room for boundaries, the time's come for morality to go
hence the constructs I chosen to employ throughout this show
as a means of deciphering exactly what you know.
We will exploit your love and turn into so cold hard dough.

Rave me through remix vibes. A dancefloor of enslavement.
Ha! You've been duped by plaid-wearers who love to plagiarise Pavement.

Lowering of opinion leads me to reconsider life. I'm torn
like the denim that your cold kneecaps wish you had adorn
as to whether to exemplify a rock star or a bore.
No more suppleness, the only joints I have are badly worn.



04. 'Sunkissed Boulevard' by Sidewalk

TAM’S IN A TRANCE

Not so long ago a future
filled with the perks of world fame.
Fast forward just four decades:
Sat alone in his bedsit

is this jobless,
dole-scum. Once a luminary.
His celebrity impending.
Friends with pop-world Svengali
Soon his name will be household.

After fourteen
months demand for Scottish
Sinatra had faded.
Tastes had changed in pop-world
with birth of a new decade.

Faded star of the Sixties 
feeds on scraps of nostalgia.
Always smiles like a primate.
Wants pop-icon recapture.

How to scale heights of near fame
at second time of asking?
“Scottish Sinatra will get
payback on those who doubt me!”

Thirty-seven
years had passed before the
dawning realisation... 
Fame remained elusive.
Drastic action needed.

Faded star of the Sixties 
feeds on scraps of nostalgia.
Always smiles like a primate.
Wants local business shakedown.

Armed-raid on burger van whilst
dressed as Frank went well enough.
His quick arrest superseded by
winning Friday Night Inmate Karaoke.

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