Friday, July 30, 2010

Lovesick fool.


I wish I was a better man to you.
I wish I was a better boy for you.
I wish I wasn't, such a fool.
But you picked me up,
And you tied me down,
And took me back to school.

If you can turn me round,
Away from my disposition,
Of wasting time and lying down,
You can become my new religion.

We're perfectly aligned,
Universally refined.
And a part of me,
Makes it feel like,
I have never been declined.
That's why I...

I wish I was a better man to you.
I wish I was a better boy for you.
I wish I wasn't, such a fool.
But you picked me up,
And you tied me down,
And took me back to school.

They think that you're wasting time,
They think that's enough moonshine.
But you stuck through a year,
And now it seems all clear.
That you, are meant to be mine.

Oh we're correctly designed,
Eternally entwined.
And when you,
Stand with me,
I feel a little more refined.
That's why I...

I wish I was a better man to you.
I wish I was a better boy for you.
I wish I wasn't, such a fool.
But you picked me up,
And you tied me down,
And took me back to school.
You make me cool.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

I am free.

It's a crazy thing to see,
The people who only agree.
The shepherds nod is all that they need,
Following is just their breed.

It's such a fleeting thing to me,
This life and all that I can see.
The confusion and all the greed.
Discounted lives to live indeed.

Obey the law,
Learn to drive.
Close your jaw,
Support the hive.
Act normal,
Get a family.
Now repeat after me,
I am free, Oh I am free.

There's people thinking,
In a different stream.
They feel they can leave,
And build a dream.

But the when the herd follows,
They will understand.
The shepherd came with them,
To their greener land.

Obey the law,
Learn to drive.
Close your jaw,
Support the hive.
Act normal,
Get a family.
Now repeat after me,
I am free, Oh I am free.

It's such a weary illusion,
All that we receive.
I have free will today,
That's what I'd like to believe.

Am I just another sheep within,
The strings are bound tightly.
Some choose to listen,
Unlike me, I try to break free.

Obey the law,
Learn to drive.
Close your jaw,
Support the hive.
Follow fashion,
Act normal,
Get a family.
Now repeat after me,
I am free, Oh I am free.

I'll grow another world just for me,
Live by myself and feel free.
A place to visit where peace can be,
I'm already there and here I don't bleed.

Now repeat after me,
I am free, Oh I am free.
I am free, Oh I am free.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

The Gilded City.

I see the sign on the highway,
Leading to the city of dread.
All the way down,
To the new south road.
Where old mills they lie condemned.

I travel to the southern shoreline,
Where a million people lay.
Walking down,
The queen's necklace.
Where once children used to play.

When I wonder,
Where is the pity.
And I find a man,
Who can tell.
I know no one,
Knows this city.
Like the old man,
Drinking whisky next to hell.

I see all the ants are running,
As the light shines from the east.
Moving along,
The city's veins.
As they see the belly of the beast.

All the fighters keep on dancing,
They hear the tolling of the bell.
When the clock strikes six,
They will run back home.
Thinking all that is, is what is well.

When I wonder,
Where is the pity.
And I find a man,
Who can tell.
I know no one,
Knows this city.
Like the old man,
Drinking whisky next to hell.

The devils look upon their kingdom,
As they sell the town and all within.
Peeking out,
From their shiny cars.
Bought from selling all types of sin.

As the young babe opens his eyes,
He sees a dead and gilded tree.
So he wonders,
And he dreams about it.
Is beauty here as fake as we see.

When I wonder,
Where is the pity.
And I find a man,
Who can tell.
I know no one,
Knows this city.
Like the old man,
Drinking whisky next to hell.