Welcome to Planet Earth

  1. Welcome To Planet Earth

  2. Endorphin Dolphin

  3. You Are The Catalyst

  4. Sheep in a Lorry

  5. Grave News

  6. Steepled Sequels

  7. Bird Volcano Event

  8. Reality Or Reverie

  9.  I’ll Love You Till Friday Never Comes

  10.  Your Fingers Were A Cabaret

  11.  Like The Sun When It Swoons

  12.  Twirled

Welcome To Planet Earth

Welcome to Planet Earth
It’s a pleasure to meet you at your birth
Now we’ve got a lot of problems we’d like you to solve
But don’t worry too much, you don’t have to get involved

Well, we’ve got plenty of slaughter but not enough schools
Hell, we’ve got plenty of water but too many fools
We’ve got seven billion people with acute frustration
Bored with a heaven full of mass altercation

Welcome to Planet Earth.

It’s a pleasure to meet you at your birth
Now we’ve got a lot of problems we’d like you to solve
But don’t worry too much, you don’t have to get involved

Now let me introduce you to some of the people on the street
You probably won’t like them, but you might as well meet
I’m the Queen Mother of the United States
This is my brother; we clean plates

This is a woman; she is your date.

Oh, you’re inflating with lust! I trust you can’t wait!

Oh my God, the date’s blown up. 

Well, good job it’s the chorus, let’s turn the sound up.

Welcome to Planet Earth. It’s a pleasure to meet you at your birth
Now we’ve got a lot of problems we’d like you to solve
But don’t worry too much, you don’t have to get involved

This is bedding. This is Muriel.
I’m an actor. This is some cereal.
I’m at a wedding. I’m at a funeral.
This is a tractor. This is a urinal.
And I’m a singer and I wrote this song.
Now wouldn’t it be great if y’all clapped along?

Welcome to Planet Earth.
It’s a pleasure to meet you at your birth.
Hey, yeah that’s right!!

I'm sure you’ve some questions you want to ask
I’ve tried to explain but it’s a very big task.

 

Endorphin Dolphin

 

It wasn’t a shove, as such; imagine a prehistoric push, lush beyond human flaw.
She touched me like he wanted to be touched & of this I can’t say much more.
Short of the possibility of God intervening, I’d say that there’s no reason to pray.
And she never did believe in meaning, except that you make it up along the way.
But as the sun wakes & the day breaks, the years fall down his her my cheeks.
“Every atom of last night”, I’d say, “spoke brighter than words can speak… all except for yours…. endorphin dolphin of these shores.”

 

You Are The Catalyst

 

If God is the reason why we exist,
I guess I’m a god-fearing hedonist.
And I can’t resist the catalyst.
And I can’t resist the catalyst.
But oh! oh no! You’re the catalyst I can’t resist.
You’re the catalyst I can’t resist.

 

I tried to see yet I never saw
The impossible dream’s probable flaw
Yet there stood all my dreaming raw.
I saw the flaw of dreaming’s door.
But oh! oh no! I was dumbfounded by awe.
I was dumbfounded by awe.

And you know who put you here
And – no! – it couldn’t have been you
Yes, the future ain’t that clear
But what on earth else is new?


I tried to hear yet I never heard
Your flippant heart’s filthy word
I puzzled long over the wind-up bird
The catalyst is addicted to the absurd
But oh! oh no! I became addicted to lemon curd
I became addicted to lemon curd

 

I tried to feel yet I never felt
Your answer to my hunger melt
We must deal with the cards we’re dealt
And I fell under the catalyst’s spell
But oh! oh no! I fell down a well – you’re the catalyst!
I fell down a well – you’re the catalyst!

 

And you know who put you here
And – no! – it couldn’t have been you
Yes, the future ain’t that clear
But what on earth else is new?

 

Sheep In A Lorry

 

It’s a shame you chain-smoke because it kills the taste of food. 

We broke up the rain and it put you in a really good mood. 

You yawned a whole orchestra and thought of the fat cat in her hat. 

I drank coffee so tragic like any magic dog would that could do that. 

 

But if we’re sheep in a lorry/then I can’t say I’m a lamb. 

And when I say that I’m sorry/then sorry is what I am. 

When I say that I’m sorry/it means that I give a damn. 

 

Been sleep walking clear so much – talking is as dear as touch. 

Even smoking fails as a crutch… searching in the dark depends on luck. 

I’m scared of myself more than anyone else: 9 pills a day to take off the edge. 

And at the end of the end no one knows what happens because we're dead.   

But if we’re sheep in a lorry/then I can’t say I’m a lamb. 

And when I say that I’m sorry/then sorry is what I am. 

When I say that I’m sorry/it means that I give a damn. 

Oblivion obliterated midnight with schmaltz about types of plumbers. 

The flu-riddled son threw up a chicken that waltzed to random numbers. 

I’ve been singing with the sinners; I’ve been dancing with the dead. 

I’ve been hiding from the hunters that run inside my head. 

I’ve been drinking wine since seven.

 

But if we’re sheep in a lorry/then I can’t say I’m a lamb. 

And when I say that I’m sorry/then sorry is what I am. 

When I say that I’m sorry/it means that I give a damn. 

 

Grave News

Victim of law, they spiked her telephone 
Her past undreamt of, unwritten, unknown 
The bandit who boasts of his innermost ghost 
Speaks of forgiveness then proposes a toast 
Please open the door, just name your price 
We’re barefooted pilgrims; your life is a(d)vice 
We’ll show you the Queens of Tyras, the banquets of Rome
And then the sparrows of Egypt will carry you home 
For though children change and their gods decay 
We'll show you tomorrow if you give us today 
The flight of your tyrant, the night of our soul 
Will undress the death and swallow it whole 
Your kings move their lips, they wallow in word
Their meaning is stripped and nothing is heard 
Yes, your hunger is splendid and noble and true 
But your slaughter of lyres will not herald the new 
What of the garlands we knitted our daughter? 
Where are the gardens we fought for and brought her? 
You're nailing the wrong snake to the stake 
You're bitten and smitten and cannot escape 
So, forgive me, forgive me, for my awful sin 
I woke to your secrets and drunk all your gin 
The man you crown saviour, I deem a thief 
While I scream for love, you dream of relief 
When I doubted my darkness, I sprouted two heads 
And I lay deep in her heart begging for bread 
It's you who sells nonsense disguised as the truth 
Your hundred decisions preside as the proof 
But your army of infants will abandon your cause 
Because your rival, your friend will not sign her clause 
He knows what we cherish, he knows what we gave 
You follow her footsteps, he'll spit on your grave

Steepled Sequels

Your movements were married to the most mystical of Mayan music.

I plummeted into your groove which proved fiercely human

. Our pounding hearts started to make fate seem so stupid.

I felt like Bonaparte when I emailed you my art, but it bounced straight back to Cupid… 

I’m very lonely, love.

You are my only love.

This is no phoney bluff
But enough of the crony stuff.

So I’ll say this: fuck me.

I saw steepled sequels in your body’s versed trance.

I know I knew what I’d never known before just at first glance.

In some ways (on Sundays) it’s fun to die in advance.

I swear you’d show me nowhere! We’d go there to dance!

I’m very lonely, love.

You are my only love. 

This is no phoney bluff.

But enough of the crony stuff.

So I’ll say this: fuck me.


When we were eighteen, you said chewing gum is a therapeutic costume. 

Your breath of breakfast bread became a bitter treat, a shitter perfume.

I can picture us now shooting up to talk to God in God’s room.

You’re my first favourite future since I fell in love in the womb…

Your photograph eyes, my amphetamine we heart it!
It’s no surprise that we laughed as parted!


You are my homey, love.

You really stone me, love.
You know me, you show me love.

This baloney isn’t holy enough…
So I’ll say this: haha! Fuck it!

 

Bird Volcano Event

A bird slurred a song of sorrow he borrowed from tomorrow's awe. 
A cat purred along as she heard the third's absurd swoop and soar. 
It's half of infinity squared, a shared laugh, a prayer to time's shore. 
The chords run towards the sun and climb the stairs to rhyme's door. 
Nature's law dictates fate creates a gate before you explore the core. 
And it's a hurricane of cocaine in chains as champagne raindrops pour. 
But words can't explain the pain of bliss in the refrain's sublime score. 

Picture this volcano where earthly ecstasy loads 
To return your dreams in a burning stream that flows 
Into the snow forest where mercy grows like a rose 
And algebraic angels compose acid odes in a doze, 
Painting the paradox of a paradise no saint knows 
Where death has no foes and the hurricane sows 
The codes of the unknown into celestial rainbows 
Until the lone saxophone blows and trombone explodes. 

Hear the harps hum a hymn as the limbs of death shine their light. 
See the grieving leaves fall form the trees breathe in the night. 
Now listen to the weeping colours christen the spark of infinity: 
I found a dark sound on the ground that let me be free. 
Twilight murmurs a mighty miracle and the midnight fades 
Into the graveless enclave which brings peace to the old parade.
The lullabies crafted by the lava colonnade bake as love shakes 
The trees which are guardians of the lake where we awake.

 

Reality Or Reverie

 

With the untameable harp of dream arrested in your palm, 
You deny the dormant deity’s call for a slumberous calm. 
But it’s there the world awakens in unburdened wonder, 
Where lover and beloved are nameless without number. 
Reality blasphemes the future and smokes like it’s the law; 
Reverie conjures places and faces you’ve never seen before. 
I know which one I’d choose if the choice were mine to make; 
I’d rejoice in the music of your voice and I would never wake. 

We’re all cracked: crucifix of time, hanging round my neck, 
I’m born to live and die in this fusion of heavenly heck. 
We play chess with every breath: but the odds are stacked, 
For all consciousness will meet death or siesta's abstract. 
Reality is advisable and definable: you’re there or you’re not; 
Reverie is sizeable and excitable: you forget that you forgot. 
I know which one I’d choose if the choice were mine to make 
I’d rejoice in the music of your voice and I would never wake. 

Louise, fathomless heart, pirouetting like a children’s globe, 
We live because there’s time to kill or for the thrill of the strobe. 
Either we’re shambling without style down the shopping aisle; 
Or we’re flying through a world as our being utters a smile. 
Reality is no joke and there’s no cart blanche: each day is as it is; 
Reveries…colours evoke avalanche of phantasmagoria aura bliss. 
I know which one I’d choose if the choice were mine to make; 
I’d rejoice in the music of your voice and I would never wake

 

 

I’ll Love You Until Friday Never Comes

With your river flowing the angel must be joking when he says ‘love is kind’. 
Your strumpet clothing and your magnetic blowing live enshrined in my mind. 
The trumpet of loathing love and yet loving loathing majestically combine. 
I wonder if I’ll love you until Friday never comes or if I’ll ever call you ‘mine’. 
​ 
There are those who see the god above who never knew the pain of bliss. And those like me who dream of love with one like you on nights like this. 

Though I confide the absurd, I cloak my heart of hearts and I hide my hiding too. 
I impart a liquored divide of blurred feeling for it resides in any evocation of you. 
You woke me up and you broke me down; those three words that I spoke are true. 
You beautiful slut; you truthful nut; I adore your strut to tut to pokes of voodoo. 

There are those who see the god above who never knew the pain of bliss. And those like me who dream of love with one like you on nights like this.

Wherever I am the same one is there; I swear without him I wouldn’t have a care. 
You and them are beyond compare; you repair my world like a prayer rarer than rare. 
They smoke like chimneys and joke incessantly but never laugh and avert your glare. 
From your hopeful horoscope of dope to kaleidoscope of nope, I’ll love you until I am nowhere. 

 

There are those who see the god above who never knew the pain of bliss. And those like me who dream of love with one like you on nights like this.

Your Fingers Were A Cabaret

 

Though God knows the ride of time flows slowly, snidely and forever,
So it goes that if I chose suicide as my bride, nothing would be severed.
I suppose I had to grow up so fast that even I don’t wholly know me,
But I dreamt a moment and in my bridled mind a vision presided holy.

I observed the mirage of you there, tattooed in secular and unsecular places.
Curved figure camouflaged by hair, you grew a vector of inscrutable faces.
I fought the desire and felt its beautiful fire melt through my happy veins.
It was like I belonged to your scenic song, which purged me of all my pains..

Your image said I cooked myself thin but you took my soul as your twin.
Your image said salvation is law and horizons widen in beginning of sin.
And though in awe I swore I knew just exactly what you meant,
All beagle-eyed eternity fried as the future of love became its present.

Back then our limbs did the talking as we let the longing win.
Your fingers were a cabaret and how our souls did begin to sing.

 

 Like The Sun When It Swoon

There’s a solemn prayer that the sparrows recite.
The wind whispers it carefully where Winter’s sole witness is night. 
It’s hard to render in words, that which are finite.
It’s a childish account of the earth's surrender to dark until dark emerges light! 
I didn’t think you’d plummet into the summit of majesty.
I felt you fall in love with me, tonguing me easy and happy in the marquee. 

My love for you won’t deplete like the sun wouldn’t swoon at the height of sorcery. 

If history is doomed to repeat, let us meet again under the moonlight. 

The next day, I drink from the chalice of youth so deep. 
On the brink of discovering the calloused truth, I drift into the seer of sleep! 
I lift you up in an exultant reverie & I’m so lucid that I leap! 
You’re the same woman I fell in love with, and I’m so happy I could weep! 
Now I perceive the grieving angels in the leaves travelled blind. 
How cruel destiny can be to some and to others how kindly it aligns. 

My love for you won’t deplete like the sun wouldn’t swoon at the height of sorcery!.
If history is doomed to repeat, let us meet again under the moonlight!.

The truth is disguised there coated in lies as soon as you rise. 
They tortured me in the orchard; I cry until my soul and body dries. 
You smoked my heart, you woke my art, the start is done. 
I always wondered if you were the one, the sum of sums, the one next to none. 
The sun rises, I realize we were simultaneously old yet young. 
God knows what the rest will become, their destinies unsung, ours too yet to come.

My love for you won’t deplete like the sun wouldn’t swoon at the height of sorcery! 
If history is doomed to repeat, let us meet again under the moonlight! 

 

Twirled

It’s easy to translate a broken heart into art; I should know, I’ve hated myself from the start. 

Now I’m paranoid about everything from schizophrenic spliffs to what ifs to Cupid’s dart. 
She walks & talks mad like a phoenix; that don’t make it brick but it makes me glad to be sick. 

And now waterfalls of tears recall the snakebite while arrears are politely signed in blood running thick. 
I will always remember you, but I love to get lost within the why. 

You realise there is no meaning but that which we ascribe when we try. 

The skies are perfectly sad tonight & each soppy star is a secret cherub stud designed just for you. 

The sun is a photograph of the humming moon’s dance around the globe and its Oxygen zoo. 

Promises aren’t made to be broken, so relish the rain like a pained painter in a robe on the job. 

Your library eyes spin tales of youth, but my solitary confinement mind fails the truth of the mob. 
I will always remember you, but I love to get lost within the why. 

You realise there is no meaning but that which we ascribe when we try. 

I feel to finger the linguist, yet my celibacy lingers on a single thing a touch too long. 

Epileptic triggers may extinguish the English but stay strong & belong to the crutch of song. 

Lord, I was a sinner until I felt the mascara of angel dust so strange on her window flesh. 

Now I vow to begin again; I’m not morose but I want to doze to a dose of the gross afresh. 

I will always remember you, but I love to get lost within the why.  You realise there is no meaning but that which we ascribe when we try. 

 

I want to feel alive and twenty-five and drive and survive and arrive at midnight’s design. 

I want to fail to recall word, I want a tail like a small bird – yeah, I want what isn’t mine.

Someday somewhere, sometime someone somehow will do something so happy. 

We’ll just spend all day enjoying it, but I’ll never forget how you both trapped me.

I will always remember you, but I love to get lost within the why. 

You realise there is no meaning but that which we ascribe when we try. 

First you were a churlish magazine cover, but then you were an orphaned girl.

Now you are the private pearls of another, now your kindness cannot unfurl.

My tongue curled too; the sun begun to numb me so much I could’ve hurled. 

This is twisted. This is twirled. The existence you hold is a spaghetti igloo world.

I will always remember you, but I love to get lost within the why. 

You realise there is no meaning but that which we ascribe when we try.

 

 

Worlds That Lovers Bent

1.    Here Is Exactly Why
2.    I Never Knew Her
3.    Inside (feat. Oliver Francis)
4.    Angel Made of Acid
5.    First Love
6.   Everything I Never Learnt To Say
7.   Make Tomorrow Up
8.  What’s Your Story?
9.   Flu Blues
10.   B4 The Skies Turn Black
11.   Happily Dead
12.   Sketcher of Maps
13.   Cinnamon Moon
14.   I Love Your Love (feat. Oliver Francis)
15.   Worlds That Lovers Bent

 

Here Is Exactly Why

In a past life you were my best friend & wife and we had a Mercedes.
You and I loved to mate and meditate on fate like two crazy old ladies.
We would have put ten grand on Nihilism and had a band damn good.
Your gloved hand would have loved me until I understood all I should.
I ain’t forgot when we got pissed and kissed, but here is exactly how.
We can be madmen on a tryst to the moon as soon as now. Oh wow!

A fool achieves nought by thought so school taught me how to play.
Yesterday ain’t tomorrow but sane people are all the same anyway.
I danced to death at the rainbow disco waiting for you to appear.

You were a crush & a crutch & an ear and how I wish you were here.
I ain’t forgot when we got pissed and kissed, and here is exactly why.
I’m that guy who don’t want no other lover but don’t want another cry.

 

 I Never Knew Her

 

Like acne on your nose, love slowly grows.
Your mind refines ideals but ain’t love.
Love’s ingredients are sent & not chose.
A parrot-ox smothers you with its bluff.
But your secret suffering soon will pass.
You’ll find another lover who’s truer.
Together you’ll gaze at the moon on grass.
That eternal love: I never knew her.
I did not glimpse forever with my eyes.
I did not swim thru leathered storms for lust.
Love is lust is love between thighs & sighs.
Our God’s judgement is just: from dust to dust.
Feelings are real so I don’t regret.
In love we met & in love we forget

 

Inside (feat. Oliver Francis)

 

A future lover walked up to me in the bar.
She winked and said, “I know who you are!”
I replied, “Chances are I’m not what you think.
But would you like a memory in which we drink?”
I live inside her now but I don’t get homesick.
It’s too late I know but in circles we go so quick.

 

"I simply can’t dance, mister, but I’ll chance the night."
"Your sister can’t buy a future, but your kitten might."
"Girl, you don’t need alcohol to calm each qualm."
"But maybe our world is a greedy computer farm."
I live inside her now but I don’t get homesick.
It’s too late I know but in circles we go so quick.

 

I loved you but you’re indifferent to me now.
I’d change your mind, but I don’t know how.
We discussed our star-signs on the school bus.
Now I can look up how you are without extra fuss.
I live inside you but I don’t get homesick.
It’s too late but I know in circles we go so quick.
I live inside you both but I don’t get homesick.
It’s too late I know but in circles we go so quick.

 

Angel Made of Acid

Well, God forbid my heart is hid & I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine.
Angel made of acid I was just a kid (cept’ where the sun don’t shine).
Mad breathless beauty shot time into rhyme.
In deathless duty the serpent stars entwined.
Yesterday I was falling but today all I do is climb.
Yet singing these songs never earnt a dime.
If you grow up restless, the best breakfast is wine.
The law is thine while the doors align in the Sublime.

Lust at first sight
Becomes Love
By the end of the night.

 

Restless, I tested how far I could go: the real foe isn’t what you don’t know.
I smoked more, opened a big door & added more flow like Rimbaud.
Your four kaleidoscope eyes reflect the spectre of the circus skies.
Beyond the ravines of what has been lies a future we’ve yet to realize.
My day is a dream I don’t want to wake from as our lips spar.
It’s as if you’re in me yet your tongue doesn’t leave a scar.
I’d crawl across your soul’s river, covered by Old Holborn tar.
It chars my heart to be apart so let’s say bonjour, not au revoir.

 

Lust at first sight
Becomes Love
By the end of the night.


The state-funded rain of the over-soul makes me whole & I’m on God’s parole.
I’m emboldened at a golden anniversary, conversely reaching 50’s my only goal.
With your Neptune ease & my bended knees & heck, geez who called the police?
The necklace daydreams created & your lips laid grace to the place of release.
In a spectacle saved for the holy beginning & final wreck you kissed my neck.
You beckoned in a dozen dying dreams & we shared ten thousand seconds of sex.
My recall stalls before last fall when I saw you: is this it, mon amour?
Watching falling raindrops pour, I never knew love could be a war.

Lust at first sight
Becomes Love
By the end of the night.

 First Love

Gunshots the force of a hundred horses divorce reality from art.
Departed dreams and Neptune’s screams break the moon’s heart.
God will be sole witness to the end, just as God was to the start.
To me your touch was more sacred than fudge and I was spellbound.
It didn’t take as much as a nudge to clown my sanity upside down.

Now profound hunger hounds me and ecstasy is a vision of your sound.

You are my first love, because you are you.
This is the worst love that I ever knew.
I know that not all love is fast love, true.

So I hope that this’ll be my last love, too.
I feel this ecstasy blast above my mouth.
The real thirst is always further south.
You’re going to make me change.
How could an angel be so strange?

 

Everything I Never Learnt to Say

 

I wish there was a way to express
Everything I never learnt to say
If this is tomorrow is anyone’s guess
But today isn’t like yesterday

 

I wanna with the apocalypse
Existential lips & spoken strips
Timely quips & potent trips
I wanna rhyme in the apocalypse

 

Baby let me follow you down
Baby let me follow you down
I would do anything in this God almighty world
If you just let me follow you down

 

I dig it when you wear a wig & shake your head
I’m alive & trying to get ahead
But I’ll follow where I’m led, infinity bled
I want to be with you when all is said & done

 

Baby won’t you show me the sun
I’m nothing but you make me one
Don’t get out your gun, there’s gonna be fun
If you don’t make me run from you

 

 

Flu Blues

 

I wept out of the darkness
You fell into the light
I remember the old bars
And how we use to fight/fag


I wept out for the warred
You wept out for the tearless
Your tired eyes were assured
Me, I weren't exactly fearless

There won't be an end to God
But the wars, they will end
You're not sorry for being odd
I'm just sorry you pretend

Sometimes I wake up had
Sometimes I wake up mad
I can see good from bad
I know what made us sad


I've been tortured by the voices
Your darkness fell into the light
I remember love without choices
And none of this old new plight

I wept out for those I had lost
I had to fight to be me, some
I suppose that is the cost
Of working for your freedom

 

I wept out of the darkness
You fell into the light
I remember the old park
And how we used to fight

 Make Tomorrow Up


Shawls tight around our necks, tonight we are alone.
Let’s fall lightly into dream and find the unknown.
I love you for what you are but can’t hide what I am.
If you don’t like me, let’s call it off and I’ll scram.

Now the town is blazing with the circus song.
You understood every word you heard all along.
Forget the rest but don’t forsake the hollow cup.
We all try our best just to make tomorrow up.

I walked through your tall & sweet brown gypsy fire.
Talking openly about nothing makes anyone a liar.
Yes, at dawn your Queen transformed into a pawn.
And the lieutenant yawned as he hunted for his fawn.

Now the cackling flames spell a sickening name.
Well on my way to hell above, I can’t hack the game.
Sleep soundlessly, my love; don’t wake sorrow up.
I guess I’ll try my best just to make tomorrow up.

The birch will hide the morning light where you’re curled.
I shall search for my guide while you’re dead to the world.
I wish I’d read the warning signs but I am not a Chief.
In a year’s time, you’ll be more than simple relief.

Now I smoke a cigarette and watch the moon retreat.
I think I finally won you, but soon I will be beat.
To get by in this world, you just have to make it up.
I can’t hear tomorrow breathe, but heartbreak is sup.

 

What’s Your Story?

Respite from the blue moon;
The night comes too soon.
The bright young pretty stoners sing to their own gritty tune.

 

Escape the caped ape;
Gape at the shape of rape.
God tapes human mistakes.. she wakes to ache; you wake to ruin.

Suicide of dried pride: I hide inside the guide.
The flower is our power: you cried, I died, we tied.

Salvation ain't plenty
But damnation ain't empty
Sensation-free at twenty-seven!
Hefty temptation of trendy heaven!

You… what’s your story? Think about it.

 

Forgetting is what friends tend to do;
I bet I’ll sing at the sunset end for you.
The better the wetter when it’s three fools and two points of view.

 

A lonely clown in discount drag
Learns to count then burns a flag.
Now the only madman in town crowns the sound where he drowned in blue.

 

Real lust is trust: you’re bust if you don’t know it.
Hear the poet in the thrust of the gust just below it.

Truth can be self-defeating
And youth can be so fleeting.
The tooth of Ruth
Repeats its eating.

You… what’s your story? Think about it.

 

Sketcher of Maps

 

Your cold fruit is ripe but Reality mutes the hype.
This old prototype’s playing flute in stars & stripes.
The youth of tomorrow has countless woes.
In truth their sorrow will come to a close.
Each precious hour is as fiery as a flower.
The power devours the sweet & the sour.
The earth rotates around & to fate we are bound.
But I’ll be with you when the deal goes down.

By grim guilt I’m struck, limbs wilt with our luck
With no hymn to the buck, in limbo we are stuck.
My song is trapped without her on my lap.
But so long, sketcher of maps & taker of naps.
A shock to the heart knocked our worlds apart.
Locked within art we can rock back to the start.
The earth’s a playground & to it we are bound.
But I’ll be with you when the deal goes down.

Among old & young immortal bells are well-rung.
Where there’s a tongue there’s a song to be sung.
The lunar eclipse trips in its psychedelic silence.
In driverless grip we’d slip into the relic of violence.
A cool spark in the dark harks back to old larks.
Whirlpools of lies are disguised in passing remarks.
I’m not lost within sound yet to it I am bound.
& I’ll be with you when the deal goes down.

 

B4 The Skies Turn Black

I know you’re doing well, but I wish I could say the same for myself.
Sometimes this life is hell, cloaked by another name just for stealth.
Tomorrow’s a word I seldom use, but I don’t like to live in the past.
Some musicians use silence as a muse, but I get bored of it too fast.
I saw an angel carved in snow yesterday, as cunningly as if it were clay.
I don’t particularly want to go anyway, so you give me a reason to stay.
I haven’t given up my search for meaning; I’ve just grown a little slack.
So meet me by the church about half an hour before the skies turn black.

I was born in squalor out of love and I’ll die in it unless God intervenes.
I wonder if there’s a heaven above or if the closest place is New Orleans.
I guess all I can ever do is be me, but I like pretending to be the  Queen.
I speak about my own majesty, after a seemingly obscene dose of caffeine.
I’m good at acting as if everything’s alright, but I’m not if you want to know.
Sometimes all you can do is get through the night, but time passes so slow.
You’re a flirtation with my salvation and maybe deliverance is what I lack.
So meet me by the station about half an hour before the skies turn black.

 

Happily Dead

 

If you have got to save somebody,
Why not save your secret self?
Become a bum (brave dogs run free)
Or wallow in a cave of wealth.
Though I am me almost all of the time,
I’m still a stranger to who I really am.
Every phony reason for love dies in rhyme,
Like each season’s new self-help scam.
You squeezed my “geez” like the breeze when all is said,
For you were Queen of the bees and I was happily dead.

 

Yes, I adored you as soon as our eyes met:
I worshipped the moonish lilt of your voice.
I’m not sure that I cared what happened next,
But your viper lips were so refreshingly moist.
You loved me to the clock that’s right twice a day;
I loved you to the sound of birds giving birth.
We loved to the melody of serious artists at play;
We loved forever or whatever forever is worth.
You squeezed my “geez” like the breeze when all is said,
For you were Queen of the bees and I was happily dead.

 

Well, me, I’m still a hopeless romantic;
I’m another hopeful puppy in love with a dove.
My infatuation was bigger than gigantic,
But I had a military-grade dose of the stuff.
Here’s to the few at war who ignored your beauty;             
Here’s to the many who fell under your dolphin spell.
May Blue Eyes who you married out of love or duty
Know that his wife grew a haven in a garden of hell.
You squeezed my “geez” like the breeze when all is said,
For you were Queen of the bees and I was happily dead.

 

I believe there’s nothing holier than your soul;
I believe it as wild, as uncontrollable as mine.
I know I can’t vilify what makes me whole;
I knew it even when our stars refused to shine.
But you taught me sorrows can’t defeat me –
I teased your ease that pleased the sleaze
No razor-blade to tomorrow shall cheat me –
I hated cheese, so instead I ate your keys.

You squeezed my “geez” like the breeze when all is said,

For you were Queen of the bees and I was happily dead.

Sketcher of Maps

 

Your cold fruit is ripe but Reality mutes the hype. 
This old prototype’s playing flute in stars & stripes. 
The youth of tomorrow has countless woes. 
In truth their sorrow will come to a close. 
Each precious hour is as fiery as a flower. 
The power devours the sweet & the sour. 
The earth rotates around & to fate we are bound. 
But I’ll be with you when the deal goes down. 

By grim guilt I’m struck, limbs wilt with our luck 
With no hymn to the buck, in limbo we are stuck. 
My song is trapped without her on my lap. 
But so long, sketcher of maps & taker of naps. 
A shock to the heart knocked our worlds apart. 
Locked within art we can rock back to the start. 
The earth’s a playground & to it we are bound. 
But I’ll be with you when the deal goes down. 

Among old & young immortal bells are well-rung. 
Where there’s a tongue there’s a song to be sung. 
The lunar eclipse trips in its psychedelic silence. 
In driverless grip we’d slip into the relic of violence. 
A cool spark in the dark harks back to old larks. 
Whirlpools of lies are disguised in passing remarks. 
I’m not lost within sound yet to it I am bound. 
& I’ll be with you when the deal goes down.

Livid Tapestry

It don't take a drunkard to be alive 
But every one of your laughs is true to me. 
These lines are undiplomatically contrived 
For beauty is best perceived truthfully. 
I arrived alive in the living trial 
And I can't remember before. 
After a while, I learnt to smile 
And I was drafted for the war. 
I’ve been sadder than morose 
And I've been too happy to think. 
I've been too mad to wear clothes 
And I've been too crappy to drink. 

My happy tears are a purgatory 
But my story isn't all that odd. 
Allah's essence isn't an allegory 
Nor will I ever see or know God. 


I danced into the diphtheria of doze 
As soon as my eyes were closed. 
I woke up, thought of you and rose. 
I smoked and wrote some prose. 
A cigarette can make you feel faint 
But the tricks of rhyme can paint it well. 
It's 6 A.M. and I'm empty of what I ain't 
So I cling onto the cloak of your smell. 
Chesterfield, milkshakes, omelettes: 
The moment you get you get it you're indebted. 
And so we let the sun set over our regrets 
In a kiss the cinnamon moon crimson sweated. 

My happy tears don’t bore me 
And my story isn't all that odd. 
Allah's essence isn't an allegory 
Nor will you ever see or know God.

 

A tapestry of colours rode my livid eyes 
& eroded the dark in bitterly cool duty. 
Some things are too sad to analyse, 
But what a tool we can be to the fool of beauty. 
Need you now, need you then, don't ask me when: 
I've loved you since I was ten. 
In tu-tu visions of desire spent, you came & went: 
Cops on your trail, fingernails pale as a pedant. 
My future was a divorcee I'll never meet. 
My past was an angel dressed in leather. 
She was as sweet to me as sweet can be. 
But now it's better to forget her forever. 


My happy tears don’t bore me 
And my story isn't all that odd. 
Allah's essence isn't an allegory 
Nor will you ever see or know God. 

 

Worlds That Lovers Bent

 

I love you more than words can say 
I'll love you tomorrow and I'll love you today 
But deep down in the gutter I lay 
And there's nothing much to do or say 
But stay myself another day and pray we shall not come to blows

It's easier than it was before 
You took me in, you opened the door 
And tho love & life can be a bore 
The sacred naked man & woman I adore 
For no greater awe have I found before tho you gave me some lows 

But you still drum along to that sad old tune 
You're not my sun but you are my moon 
Cos' it's easy to get caught up in that fraught typhoon 
When you're drowning in the lagoon 
It's hard to understand but life & love will soon swoon to a close 

Our skin is only colour deep 
But if you're not awake then you're asleep 
What we do determines what we reap 
But through bleeding bullets words can seep 
If you remain asleep then you'll weep at the end of your doze 

For no man should ever repent 
The severed time he never spent 
As he begins his slow descent 
Into worlds that lovers bent 
With the scent of their lament cemented to every burning nose

I Love Your Love (feat. Oliver Francis)

 

I was born in the wilderness
But within a minute I was home.
Some people I couldn’t love less:
These are folks who never roam.

You came to me like a child
And I absorbed your trust.
I smiled at your sweet game:
My own gain was nearly bust.

I love your love like I love mine.
I’d love more love like I’d love more wine.

In Ireland there are villages
And there are beautiful songs
I won’t leave you with any image
Because I feel that would be wrong

 

After I finally became who I am
I refused to speak for weeks.
Perhaps I’d fallen for some scam
But contentment made me weep.

 

I love your love like I love mine.

I’d love more love like I’d love more wine.

I threw on my favourite hoodie
(The one that I used to wear).
It really is beautiful, so good to see:
I think I’ve finally learned to care.

 

Yes, the world is the place we live
And heaven or hell is where we die.
Would it help you to try to forgive?
Maybe I just need another cry.

 

I love your love like I love mine.
I’d love more love like I’d love more wine.

I’m sorry for your purple sorrow
And I’m sorry that I have a dick.
I’m sorry that there’s a tomorrow
And I’m sorry that I can be thick.

 

Here’s hoping you find your truth
For mine is perfect as the homes.
I worked hard to find my youth:
My mind is inactive but it roams.

I love your love like I love mine.

I’d love more love like I’d love more wine.