Somewhere Else


Unusual Methods


Sit with me on the roof/top of the world
till our mouths breathe words they couldn’t think to say.
there was a lot we lived worth lying for
so turn the light on holding stories and guns

and the candid spoke for the four of us, 
standing up right in the bright sunny day.
what else was there left to say

Out on in the running plains where the sun doesn’t climb cause you know those days
and it seems
my conduct said it again
There’s a place back where I was
and I didn’t look back; could not because
I’m gone insane.
my I’s lay at the scene


There’s a girl I know
Whose mum reads hands.
For those who want to know. 
if you think it’s worth the difference
then do what you’re told,
if you want what it’s giving
if you want what it's giving

Out on in the running plains where the sun doesn’t climb cause you know those days
and it seems
my conduct said it again
there’s a place back where we were
and I always looked back; couldn't not because
only human remains
a love like salt to be seen

There’s a boy I know who lives on his own
He ran through the rings just to call a place home
And it’s all that is his just a bed in a room
but it’s all that he needs
because his thoughts are there too 

Sit with me on the roof/top of the world
untill our mouths breathe words they couldn’t think to say
there was a lot we lived worth lying for
so turn the light on holding stories and guns

and the candid spoke for the four of us, standing up right in the bright sunny day
what else was there left to say

Out on in the running plains where the moon rises high  cause you know those days
and it seems
my conduct said it again
and I always looked back; couldn't not because
only human remains
my I’s lay at the scene
a love like salt to be seen

Hurley-Lamb, 2011

Unusual Methods


Break Back Bad


	Born to break bad back in the skin I’m in
	I was caught up in Grace and Nature’s whims
	Walking sober in a way of thinking and I
	Said no not this time

	Head full of fuck
	Love you that much
	Can’t look can’t touch
	Love you that much

	Out of my arms
	Now it’s in my hands
	Construct culture he
	Broke it all down for me and I
	Couldn’t breathe
	Couldn’t breathe

	Couldn’t see, hear, no, couldn’t speak it
	Careless I know couldn’t believe it
	Clutching in my throat all those secrets so I
	I told all the lies
	I told all the lies

	Head full of fuck
	Love you that much
	Can’t look can’t touch
	Love you that much

	Anticipation makes a nest of my back
	I was light and useless, I used to think that
	Youth was all or nothing now or never but I
	Was buried alive
	Was buried alive

	Harbour your love until you get the chance
	Even all alone you’ll still learn to dance
	Still learn to dance, dance, dance, dance,
	dance, dance, dance

	Head full of fuck
	Love you that much
	Can’t look can’t touch
	Loved you that much


Hurley-Lamb, 2011

Break Back Bad

Bury me a tree

bury me a tree / one with
fruit and lots of leaves
and with
a sky above me / so I can breathe

bury me straight back / unbroken
leave a little white line, as a token
and before it sounds bitter
should love be the acquitter
it was not because there were none
no more questions without answers to be spun

bury me a tree / one with
fruit and lots of leaves
and with
a sky above / so I can breathe

my mind is stray 
pissing on / fire hydrants 
on the way / and I’m gone
visions of spring fill the head
river run a course straddle that instead
face to face and nose to nose,
feels like fear and empathy knows,
just what i'll say

A lazy turn of the forefinger rolls the filter into a blunt crush between a split pucker of the lips. One two one two and through and through the nicotine wafts languidly like molasses through all cellular walls. Blood belts a volley of punches to accommodate, spit pools, sits fat, as I split my head on fact; another beam of cluster thoughts. 

bury me a tree / one with
fruit and lots of leaves
and with
a sky above / so I can breathe

It's along time coming, hard to let it be, just happy
bone house filled with memory
better than rooms
I use to keep things in
where I search for words no language they're in

Hurley-Lamb, 2013

Bury Me a Tree


Fallow

It's a fine line waiting for a lifetime guarantee
hosted by choices of vain love and violent chastities
I don't want to live forever, never if not free
I don't want to live forever, never if not free

I asked the wise woman, I begged the blind man
said I'm looking for a future, a certain kind
been collecting habits just to past the time
black dogs running laps across my mind
and they chased 
and they chased
and they chased my confessions to hands of the sandman
and he said

starve the ego, cut off the enemy
feed the soul and love without memory

not beautiful or ugly
never good or bad
but blind and bold
crippled and strong
you don't know much if you don't go wrong

starve the ego, cut off the enemy
feed the soul and love without memory

Joker set the dogs on me

I don't want to live forever, never if not free
I don't what to live forever, never if not free

Hurley-Lamb, 2012

T FOR THE TALIBAN