It seems the sadness cogs have been firing on all cylinders. Some from home and some from a effed off mistress. Yeah I could say it’s serious. But with my feet dragging their last few steps towards my shooty doorstep, my mind searching for big words so I can assume the role of the pretentious seasoned prick, I figure it all equates to insignificance. 
You know flying ants last one day, sharing the sky with birds in what us English call an Indian heat wave. Ill fly for 28,000 more, give or take, depending on the mercy of the human clock let's just say, Time is everything, everything is time. Man invented numbers from 0 through to 9, to get even the slightest grasp of a concept so undefined.
These aren't the right words on a day like today, some uneducated spiel from the mouth of a council estate. I was just messing with the poem coz it makes me feel okay, coz that's all poetry is man isn't it? Just more subtle ways of talking about yourself without looking like you give a shoot. Well if that's the case we're all poets an you know it.

I used to glue my hands together in the form of grace, before every meal, and right after every mistake.
you said pray for all those hungry and pray for all those safe.
But maybe the reason I prayed was just to make you stay.
Isn’t it funny how we all live our lives, 
Every day of every week, We’re all still prisoners in our minds.
It’s not the perfect way to live, and it’s an ugly way to die,
But if you feel a bit sad, just look at a sunrise.
And only then you might realise, the things that matter most are all the things we don’t give time, and I’m a prime example for how not to live your life, I cut off all emotion at the expense of my own mind.
Saying oh my God I’ve been here before, you know I only come around when I’m alone, Oh my God tell me why are we here, is it true the world was built on it’s own.
we’re all gonna die one day man,
So put on your life seat belts and best funeral hats. Oh yeah.
And we’ll all walk down hand in hand oh yeah


Someone.Who.Isn't.Me

somewhere, my name it means nothing, 
Once dead, I’m dead, I kinda like that
I’ve been scared, and I’ve drank myself stupid,
just to feel at home.

Another funny monday, gotta drag me out of bed, stop the lonely,
it hurts man but I don’t care I’m past that, 
Some council estate bastards, drug themselves with songs. 
why do I get angry when it's just another day.

money never stays with drunkards I heard him say,
started out with a purpose now I’m hungry,
it’s funny how we all get anxious over yesterday,
long live the bad times, or we wouldn’t feel happy.

truth is, girl I bet you’re getting bored with the 
same face, same talk, that’s all I am man,
I’m old hat, but if you wanna wear it 
that’s cool with me, do what you want,
cos My mind's, still dried out from last night, at least twice I hit on some guys girl but he let it slide, he said I'm too drunk to know what's right. What a great guy.
He said 
Why should I be angry when it's just another, just another day.

Long Live The Bad Times

When I was young I had a thirst for living, my friend Sean had a car, let me drive it,
smashed it straight into a wall within minutes, I said that’s the last time I drink white lightning,
damn Sean sorry mate I still owe you, and if my band ever makes it I will settle that.

but it doesn’t matter anymore

I remember we were vibing at Hannahs, around the time when we were 'back of the van kids'
she never could decide who her man was, I didn’t mind cos sharing is caring.

Oh my days at least we weren’t lonely, with Mandy, Dave, me and Bakovi.

summon up an anonymous face, I'll learn to love her and love our mistake, but oh she won’t do it alone, you know, I’ll be there.

E=mc2

Special

Marley - Ghost Live Sesh

If I imagined Rio, could I trick myself and filter out, all the sounds, of this council estate. 
If you know exactly how I feel, could fit your whole life in one reel to reel tape, 
I’d say, you’re from the same estate. 

Are people like us crazy, yeah maybe we’re mad. maybe my mother says I’m far too young to feel left out, maybe we’re just passing through.

I wanna see some money in the bank,
I wanna see some cold hard cash,
But you just play the guitar like it’s a real paying job don’t you.
Well I clean and cook and then I clean again,
Keep waiting on you to tuck our daughter in,
And you just turn up late, say the band is doing great, well that’s just great. 

Why Do I want you to stay,
I keep believing that, you’ll find another love. 
And paint all the happiness grey, well I,
Don’t think you know me then, I’m not the type of guy to split
So Forever and a day.  I will stay. 

You’ve been drinking more than I’ve been crying, 
Like a bourgeois couple from 1959,
Still I dream up plans, make castles in the sand sometimes. 

Long as I’m breathing oxygen, I’ll keep coming home to you, hear the sadness in your voice, from a payphone with bad news.
But the hardest guilt I have, is to miss her growing up,
Says she used to have a dad, but the music never stopped.

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