"Frankie" 

Wish upon my little star 
The riots are plenty in Molotov bars
Fly in elephants, Sans Trapeze 
Hear my discourse in tone-deaf, please. 
Hollywood stalker gave up my ghost 
Inspired my worship lay down and choke
Osmanthus colouring books political love 
By the light of my silvery, moon is above.
Boulevard psychos on seismic trips
Fantasy yellow cake, ionized drips
Drive-by parking lots I duly detach 
Palm Spring ghettos with sharks attached!
Sisters of agents, moonlight and pearl
Deep knee diving, tuppence and curl
All can be horrible caught by beeps 
Storm boys teary, jerkers retreat. 
Frankie knows where nobody goes 
Revolution vanguard of nobody knows 
Panthers in purple, O Julius in drag 
Pillow bite nails of lunatic jag! 

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"Frankie"

"Sisters" 

Sunburnt out in the clean blue air
Paperwhite moon done wuthering hare,
To tower, to flower, from tree to tree
The cat and the bat to quarter to three.

I died in my sleep and woke up insane 
Inside my head, I was happy again 
Sidewinder to sister actuary 
Walls of Polaroid, it's love actually.

You got my number, I wrote it on you 
You washed it off, forgettin' we screwed 
Serendipity, that old screen goddess
Hunt her down, I know you're novice. 
Actions in factions, fingers in you 
One step closer, one click clue 
I could not breathe
Through cycles, I peeved 
The Twain shall meet 
Our sad kiss depletes. 
Sunburnt out in the clean blue air
Paperwhite moon done wuthering hare,
To tower, to flower, from tree to tree
The cat and the bat to quarter to three.

Sisters

Salvaged from accidents
A beating heart, press to start
Wounded by arrows of hate and lust. 
Calling your name a dozen times over,
To warn you of that ghost I once saw at your window late one night.
You know how much I used to love to watch you take a shower.
Your peeping tom, my venomous song. 
You loved my voyeuristic charm,
A keeper of dirty secrets,
A raider of a lost ark and purveyor of ever-changing idleness. 
The colours of your mind are rich like technicolour rainbows. 
Colours that pour like blood over your face and down to your neck and onto the streets. 
It confirmed all my unnatural impulses, the river of love and gore from a silent assassin canopied my world forever.


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Salvaged From Accidents

"Gravitation"

Exit wounds hide behind a perfect picture
Tis a crime against I and Nietzsche 
As the new Eleusis is the illusion of logic
We levitate towards that scented toxic.
Even my inner teenage cowboy gets the blues
SHE is quite safe among the gloom and bloom
Sticks and stones loveth me to death
One cannot deny i am permanently in her debt.
Between April Sun and the Crystal Moon 
It once was lost but now it’s noon
Lost in paradise with flowery weeds
A black dahlia with emotional needs.
Aside from the ruins of your windswept heart
At times when our dreams tore us apart
Gravitational Tuesdays were a groundhog sorrow
The evidence of monkey from the lands of morrow.
From long ago and far away
Call my spirits and summon them to play
Nostalgic throw back, bittersweet go back 
Deserted asteroid at the end of cul de sac.
Exit wounds hide behind a perfect picture
Tis a crime against I and Nietzsche 
As the new Eleusis is the illusion of logic
We levitate towards that scented toxic.

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Gravitation # 2 I woke up in love this morning.

They think about nothing for days on end
They closely watch trains day and night 
They fall asleep with ambience radio
Make small talk to lovers with wild abandon. 

They reminisce about their shallow times
Killer guitar riffs and blue eye shadow 
Concerts in darkness and blue light 
Facecam poetry about sweet nothing. 

In jagged rocks their hearts are wedged
Incognito and jaded once again
That's where the true meltdown begins
The ice drifts to the equator of life. 
 
Watch how it all kills time 
The impromptu cracks lay wide open
Fleeting images of happy faces with sad minds
Heres to all our yesterdays 
Tomorrow becomes a new misadventure.

They think about nothing for days on end
They closely watch trains day and night 
They fall asleep with ambience radio
Make small talk to lovers with wild abandon.

Ordures a'la mode

“The Music Don’t Lie” 

 I play it all backwards  
It makes more sense to me  
My angel speaks weirdo 
I play it in threes.  
One wonders how it got to vinyl  
Tenebrific waves crash through idyll  
Diamond tip travels through a chicane of voices 
Washed up on shores with wonderous oysters.  
Listen out in galaxies near you  
Time travel can be a superfluous flu 
It lives inside the souls of paintings 
I wish away the hours in waiting.  
Speaking backwards is the turn of phrase 
Dancing through rivers of parlance in phase 
Electronic babble convolutes my dreams 
A symphony unravels in spritely beams.  
 I play it all backwards  
It makes more sense to me  
My angel speaks weirdo 
I play it in threes. 

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The Music Don’t Lie

Speed Demon ( Stigmata In Overdrive )
Vocals and Lyrics by Annie Zhang 
Produced by Nick Harris ( Epicore ) 2016
Manchester UK

Speed Demon ( Stigmata In Overdrive )

"Gravitation"

Exit wounds hide behind a perfect picture
Tis a crime against I and Nietzsche 
As the new Eleusis is the illusion of logic
We levitate towards that scented toxic.

Even my inner teenage cowboy gets the blues
SHE is quite safe among the gloom and bloom
Sticks and stones loveth me to death
One cannot deny i am permanently in her debt.

Between April Sun and the Crystal Moon 
It once was lost but now it’s noon
Lost in paradise with flowery weeds
A black dahlia with emotional needs.

Aside from the ruins of your windswept heart
At times when our dreams tore us apart
Gravitational Tuesdays were a groundhog sorrow
The evidence of monkey from the lands of morrow.

From long ago and far away
Call my spirits and summon them to play
Nostalgic throw back, bittersweet go back 
Deserted asteroid at the end of cul de sac.

Exit wounds hide behind a perfect picture
Tis a crime against I and Nietzsche 
As the new Eleusis is the illusion of logic
We levitate towards that scented toxic.

MoonlightLover