When you’re not really sure
Of the words to explore
Or the reasons why you just cant forget her.
When you’re angry or sad
Or just plain confused
And you don’t really know the weather.
When you’re calm and composed
And find it easy to see
The truth in the lies and the lies of the free
Then give us a call
‘cos we’re really not so small
And for fuck’s sake, we can handle the weather.
If all you could say is
That’s not the way
Would that really do us any good?
If all you could do is
Sing a little blue
Would that really hit us like it should?
Tell us you bloody heathens, tell us
Tell us oh mighty martyrs, tell us
It’s clear to me now
The difference between how
And why we are who we make
But I say when I'm certain
And I'm certain when I say
We can handle the weather for fuck’s sake.
And then it hit me. (5th June 2008)
Good morning, he said, as he walked across the beach
A beautiful island completely out of reach.
Hey everybody, she cried, as she looked around
The house of mirrors hardly uttered a sound.
Oblivious and charming and intelligent and more
A large built man with a voice of proud
The mind of many, I’ve lost all score
No one’s allowed, no, no one’s allowed.
Hues of pink and purple and marks of black
Like that dog in the manger who’s never in danger
We trap it and grab it and occupy our sack.
Oh the joy of killing, the killing of joy
As that beast sodomizes fifty girls and a boy.
No this isn’t what I wanted, this isn’t what I planned
Concepts banned and ideas rejected
I grow indifferent and swim on the land.
And as I trudge along, it still seems connected.
Can I have another glass of cranberry juice?
Tick tick tock tick tock tick tock
Turquoise pajamas and a hefty tool
A fist the size of a twenty pound rock
And all that’s left is a crimson pool.
When the sound of a gun and the sound of a guitar
All seem to hit you and stir you and fix you
Thoughts mix threat and remorse and regret
Our eyes pop out and your mouth turns blue.
And then it hit me.
A beautiful island completely out of reach.
Hey everybody, she cried, as she looked around
The house of mirrors hardly uttered a sound.
Oblivious and charming and intelligent and more
A large built man with a voice of proud
The mind of many, I’ve lost all score
No one’s allowed, no, no one’s allowed.
Hues of pink and purple and marks of black
Like that dog in the manger who’s never in danger
We trap it and grab it and occupy our sack.
Oh the joy of killing, the killing of joy
As that beast sodomizes fifty girls and a boy.
No this isn’t what I wanted, this isn’t what I planned
Concepts banned and ideas rejected
I grow indifferent and swim on the land.
And as I trudge along, it still seems connected.
Can I have another glass of cranberry juice?
Tick tick tock tick tock tick tock
Turquoise pajamas and a hefty tool
A fist the size of a twenty pound rock
And all that’s left is a crimson pool.
When the sound of a gun and the sound of a guitar
All seem to hit you and stir you and fix you
Thoughts mix threat and remorse and regret
Our eyes pop out and your mouth turns blue.
And then it hit me.
X (5th June 2008)
It’s a wonderful feeling
To be free.
You are you and I am I
And that plane is where it is while those shoes are here.
But we are all under the blanket.
And outside of this blanket is more blanket.
We are but one and perception is the flaw
Consciousness is the assumption while reality appears dual.
Welcome to infinity, my friend.
Smile as you like and frown when you mean it.
For it all matters but nothing matters, so you see-
It depends on how you look at it
Illusions come about for many reasons
And perception allows for illusions to exist.
Time and consciousness and death and life
Are mere words and classifications that hold the weight of the world
And this weight is nothing.
But we tread on.
And we must... so go forth my fellow traveller
Go forth on this journey of none
Come back when you will or move forward to the end
Make oil and water and enemies, dear friend.
Be who you must, for you are free. You are condemned to this freedom.
Let us all tread on, with our heads full of dignity
As I said before dear traveler, welcome to infinity.
To be free.
You are you and I am I
And that plane is where it is while those shoes are here.
But we are all under the blanket.
And outside of this blanket is more blanket.
We are but one and perception is the flaw
Consciousness is the assumption while reality appears dual.
Welcome to infinity, my friend.
Smile as you like and frown when you mean it.
For it all matters but nothing matters, so you see-
It depends on how you look at it
Illusions come about for many reasons
And perception allows for illusions to exist.
Time and consciousness and death and life
Are mere words and classifications that hold the weight of the world
And this weight is nothing.
But we tread on.
And we must... so go forth my fellow traveller
Go forth on this journey of none
Come back when you will or move forward to the end
Make oil and water and enemies, dear friend.
Be who you must, for you are free. You are condemned to this freedom.
Let us all tread on, with our heads full of dignity
As I said before dear traveler, welcome to infinity.
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