Wounds

An extemporized ditty.
AKA The Ballad Of The Kitty Who Committed Humancide.

The Ballad Of The Kitty Who Committed Homicide

Resigned

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Dead Of Night

Boot Straps

An oldie, dating back to the primordial days of Phutz (2009/10).  It was the worst of times, it was the best of times....
This was created one night whilst out of my mind blind drunk (as were so many of these things), a homage to Syd and his Pink Floyd.

Interstellar Undertow (Anunnaki)

An oldie from days of yore (2009/10), when Phutz was young and so was I (sort of).  This perhaps will do as a nice little epitaph.

Lyrics:

Years have passed, left me dry
worn out, you know why and I’m 
out of ideas, out of time, luck
anything I could design 
to appear 
years from here
So I will
say a fond but quiet farewell 

Oh ohh I’ll tell you now
Lord, I’m waiting
please don’t be late
I’ll be waiting 
there by the cemetery gates

Now all I believed and all I’ve trusted is gone
and I’ve hung around here
in this dirty little town too long

So now please, lord - don’t be late
I’ll be waiting for you
by the cemetery gates
Ready to up
or go down 
Whichever it is 
you’ve found my life
has merited

I won’t mind, I won’t cry
anymore, anymore
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*[additional unused lyrics]
Wisdom, the aged face
The loss of those we can never replace
Tears fall, memories of a warm embrace
Life, a lattice threaded by times intricate lace
These words may not mean much, in the light 
of chaotic waste
They're all I have though 
in this moments haste
So lay me down slow
I'm weary of the barreling pace
and I'll be waiting for you 
by the cemetery gates

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