Ashes high.

I left your lightless home,
In the dark of the night.

Holding on to a silhouette,
Wondering what is right.

A voice grew from my heart,
Painfully clear.

Tells me there's no need to cry,
This is no time for fear.

We were going to ride into the sunset,
But now the world's gone dark.
We were aiming for happily ever after,
Seems like we missed the mark.
Now what is left of us,
Will turn to dust,
And I'll love again, from the start.

Time was on our side,
That's what we were told.

I believed every lie,
In the promises of old.

Now the time has passed us by,
There's silence here.

In this darker shade of night,
I find a lack of fear.

We were going to ride into the sunset,
But now the world's gone dark.
We were aiming for happily ever after,
Seems like we missed the mark.
Now what is left of us,
Will turn to dust,
And I'll love again, from the start.

Don't look around,
For a fake shade of blue sky.

Don't hold your breath,
The breeze won't bring me by.

Just hold back you tears,
Now it's my turn to cry.

What is left of us,
Will turn to dust,
Starting with my heart.
What is left of us,
Will turn to dust,
And I'll live again, from the start.

Life's looking up.

I'm spending all my money,

On cheap kicks and smooth wine.

I'm spending all my money,

On cheap kicks and smooth wine.

I've got a life that's too short to live,

So I'm gonna go on,

And have a good time.

I'm gonna wake up every morning,

Find some green leaves to burn.

Coz you never know how this game will play out.

And I don't wanna feel,

Like I missed my turn.

I'll be standing on the corner,

Watching the world go by.

I'll reach out for one of those teary eyes.

And tell them don't worry,

There's no need to cry.

I'm spending all my money,

On cheap kicks and smooth wine.

I'm spending all my money,

On cheap kicks and smooth wine.

I've got a life that's too short to live,

So I'm gonna go on,

And have a good time.

There's a million different reasons,

For a million different crimes.

But to spend my years writing dreary songs.

Seems like a waste,

Of words and rhyme.

So I'm spending all my money,

On cheap kicks and smooth wine.

I'm spending all my money,

On cheap kicks and smooth wine.

I've got a life that's too short to live,

I'm gonna go on,

And have a good time.

The City (Incomplete)

The young and the old,
Hide in their homes.
They peek from the window,
Like Nero watched Rome.
Huddled together,
They're perfectly alone.
But this town has no Caesar nor savior.

The Godmen and saints,
Barter in hope.
At least they sell,
The right length of rope.
To hang our sorrows,
Or to happily choke.
When we run out of places to believe in.

The ghost of the past,
Is awakened everyday.
For words of comfort,
Provided we pay.
We listen to nothing,
That they all have to say.
But it's all just pointless knowledge.

The cry of a little girl,
Is drowned by pelted stones.
The name's of the innocent,
Burned with their bones.
She's killed in the street,
After being used by her own.
Their smile isn't laughter, it's madness.

The child under the bridge,
Holds a baby in her hands.
Her mother in the street,
Trying to understand.
Father and brother,
Lost to the land.
That is the story of this city.

Postcard from Paradise.

Send me a postcard from paradise,
When you get there today.
You're far away from this rotten world,
It seems to have lost its way.

I know where you've gone,
They grow tulips in the sky.
They wear white wings with halos,
They have no reasons to cry.

Here the land is burnt and scarred,
From the fists of man and his iron bars.
The water has turned a holy red,
From fighting peace and endless wars.

We plant roses in the rain,
And hope that they grow.
But we'll cut them for the thorns,
As if we don't know.

So send me that letter,
That postcard from paradise.
Show me something better,
That I may smile with these eyes.

I know where you are,
There's rainbows everyday.
A cure for every wound,
And no pain in what you say.

Here a child cries,
For black gold we all weep.
In the face of our maker,
Our silence we will keep.

Every now and then,
Someone tries to fight.
But one man cannot stand,
Against all the world's might.

So send me that letter,
That postcard from paradise.
Show me something better,
That I may smile with these eyes.

Give me some hope,
Even if they be empty words.
I'll dream that I may join you,
In your perfect little world.

Red-taped message.

Why do you care,
How I live my life?
Keeping your tabs,
On who lives and dies.

The records show,
The numbers are clear.
In the mind of the people,
All that's left is fear.

Why do you care,
How many drinks I drink?
Feeding my brain,
Telling me what to think.

Stay in your temples,
With your holy idols.
Don't tell me what I do,
Is wrong by your morals.

Who are you to say,
The world is going wrong?
Does everyone have to sing,
The same damn song?

We don't need you,
To show us the way.
No need to tell us,
What to think and what to say.

We're better off,
With a lack of your kind.
We can put our troubles,
To the back of our minds.

With you gone,
There's a chance for peace.
A chance for silence,
A hope for relief.

So leave us now,
And take your pawns with you.
Your day has come,
At dawn we're through.

We're finally better off,
With peace in our minds,
The problem you are,
Will be the last of your kind.

I Miss You

Last night I had a dream of her,
It was the one thing that made it better.
I hated the morning bird and it's call,
Now I wish I hadn't dreamt it at all.

I can almost feel her nicotine kiss,
I can almost feel our bodies meld.
It's been a while since I got my fix,
I'm wishing soon we will be well.

I miss the scent of us making love,
I miss the hint of gin on her breath.
I hope that soon I'll hold my love,
And I wont let go until the end.

I can feel your eyes on my skin,
I can feel your smooth hair in my hand.
I can feel a pain deep within,
And I know no one will understand.

So let me lie and just dream of her,
Think of a day when I'll be with her.
One of these days we'll cross the miles,
And we will live it out, together.

Wall Street Hooligans

I see your white collar,
Under piles of red tape.
Getting away with murder,
Loot, theft and rape.
You’re unflappable,
Incorrigible,
You’re The Man.

You bought the world,
And now that it’s been sold.
You’ve got time on your hands,
To get a shiny new soul.
Sooner or later,
You’ll think you’re finally whole.
But that’s impossible,
Coz you’re The Man.

You have friends in high places,
Dark hearts and smiling faces.
You bet your money,
On high-stake rat races.
But sooner or later,
The cards will crash down.
You’ll still rise again,
Coz you’re The Man.

You’ll find a pretty dame,
Who will give you fake love.
She likes the size of your wallet,
It fits her like a glove.
One of these days,
Your wife will find out.
But it doesn’t matter,
Coz you’re The Man.

You feel you’re quite immune,
Safely on the wheels of good fortune.
Soon you’ll sing a different tune,
When we take it all back.

You’ll see when you fall down,
As we crush your plastic crown.
You’ll walk all the way round,
In feathers and tar.
You’re not invincible,
Not untouchable.
You’re just a man.

Thumbing my way.

"Life is a journey."

We keep hearing that phrase but we never really give it much of a thought. I mean we wonder about it, but have you ever really considered how literal that phrase is?

Life is essentially a constant journey from point A to point B. Now, I'm not getting metaphorical or philosophical, I'm getting geographical. We are, in this life, constantly looking at two things; where we've been and where we're headed. Life is the constant act of changing our location and wondering about where it's going to change to.

Every morning we wake up and we think about how we're gonna go to the next room, the bathroom, the kitchen and eventually out of home to the parking, then the bike, then the road and finally office. Within an hour we calculated so many changes in our location and actually acted upon them. The journey of a morning.

But that's not enough for us. When we've finished this little journey we still wonder, at times, about how it could have been a better one. Could I have cut some time at some point in the morning? Maybe I should have gone to the ATM first and then the cigarette store. We're constantly worrying not just about how to get the the next location, but also how we got to the current location. Why don't we ever stop?

Take a moment here and think. Where are you? Not in the 'answer to life' kind of way, simply in the 'Holy shit, I'm in office in front of my PC writing stuff' kind of way. There isn't a deep message here at all, it's just a moment of introspection. Take a moment to realise you are 1 person out of 6 billion. On one planet out of 8. In one solar system out of potentially 100 billion. In one galaxy out of potentially 1 trillion. You are... no, We are, enormously insignificant.

Everything that we are doing on a daily basis, this so called journey, is immaterial. So then, what is the point of it all? I guess we have to do the best we can, we enjoy it! So stop thinking about where you've been and where you're going or all the places you wish you had been to and all the places you plan on going to. Just take a breath, stand in a spot and wonder; Where are all the roses you were supposed to stop and smell?