If any of you try and make any moves I’ll cut you down.
How far can you go?
Please don’t push me to far You fuckin’ clown.
You’re gonna lose so don’t get cute
Or I’ll shoot you dead Things fall apart
And it’s breaking my heart
to have to lose, my head.

The klaxon breaks the silence
Walking away from you.
Thoughts of your reunion,
Reflecting on the things we do.
Through the looking glass.
Looking back on our shady past

You don’t believe, I have the strengh
To break the cord, to break the mold,
To break from you, to do what you do.
I’m not too old.

The final retribution,
A tribute to our kind.
Celestal absolution
keeping you in mind.
Through the looking glass.
Looking back on our shady past.

You don’t believe, I have the strengh
To break the cord, to break the mold,
To break from you, to do what you do.
I’m not too old. ( To have and to Hold )

I want to go somewhere
Any where at all times
I feel I cannot bear the humid air
And the listless state of mind
Mind, I wouldn’t burden you with my feelings
If you’re happy where you are
But I hope you understand I’m a free man
And I wish to go very far, far from you

Your out-lined silhouette is still etched in stone
Now I’m on my own
You’re never far from my thoughts
Though we’re been out of touch for so long
For so long good friend
It’s the end I won’t see you again
And I know too well if you don’t find heaven
They’ll let me slave away in hell
Help !

Far from you, far away
Relative distance, Distant relatives
Deep and dark and dark
You let me slave away in hell

It disappears over night
Hidden and out of sight
Answers to no-one
It takes one to know-one

Acting-out our fantasies
The pleasure is all mine
Speak-easy and please, please me
but the difference is extremely fine
Im persistant as the tide
that floods wave after wave
of deep-rooted resentment
buried in shallow grave.

It disappears over night
Like rats and bats in flight
Answers to no-one
It takes one to know-one

The ebb and flow and rise and fall.
Wave upon Wave.
Chinese water-torture
Dripping, wet-depraved
Pouring-out her heart.
Inside her mouth a tongue
Lapping at the shore,
Nothing left, right or wrong.

Soaking in the stream
Jets of passion
Fluently fluid
Saturated-satiated

On the brink as we sink
Filling to the brim
Well-versed and floating
Drawn from the well-within
Well-without the confines
The banks of the pond
Lip-smackin’ kissin’
swimmin’ Slither,hence, beyond…

Soaking in the stream
Jets of passion
Fluently fluid
Saturated-satiated

Seven days and seven nights,
severed ties and fights.
Drifting apart and breaking hearts
and shifting shafts of light.
Plumbing dephts of depravation,
speaking tongue in isolation.
Righting wrongs and biting tongues,
writing songs of consolation.

Time, panacea of senses
as we feel the soothing touch,
down with us – out with us.

Stay a little longer,
help me find my feet.
Help me take them from my mouth,
but get me off-the streets.
Plucking gently at my strings,
taking notes, lifting motes.
And scales from my eyes,
impressions that are mine.

Time, panacea of senses
as we feel the soothing touch,
down with us – out with us.

Red is the colour of love.
Black the shade of respect.
Green is for life,
I’m yellow inside
and blue is a daunting prospect.
The sky is grey like an orange
I’m peeling away my skin.
To show to the whites,
the brown of my warmth,
from a golden age we were in.

The rainbow underground,
the colour-code, war of roses.
Silver birds and black mobiles,
coffe-stained rights under our noses.

The tweed-rimmed men,
be-spectacled see-through
government.
Greener on their side,
wine-tinted lenses
and radical pinko’s malcontent.
Scaling chromatological
vertignous heights
– Taking flight.
Purple hearts,
mauve-eyed tarts,
urine-coloured
christmas tree lights.

The rainbow underground,
the colour-code, war of roses.
Silver birds and black mobiles,
coffe-stained rights under our noses.

I feel tomorrow’s icy breath
In droplets on my back
Beads of sweat

As I wandered gaily through the fields
In the blackest black of night
Jane Austen and the masturbatory girl
Illegall immigrants in sight

The thought police
That’d make a great book

The intrinsec value of a man
Sensitively trained to speak
Can wheel himself up any ramp
And stand on his own two feet
As a handsome undocumented resident
Smartly dressed-oft opressed
Educated white individual
I’m unequal to the test

The thought police
That’d make a great book

And now I await
The weight of the snout
On the nape of the neck
Of a bottle of liquid doubt

Time zones leapt and borders crossed,
Optimistic pursuit of paradise lost.
To unearth a jewel from a ghostly past,
A phantom-flight through time elapsed.
To retain the fight and remain in light,
Ignite desire to stroke the fire,
Glass-eyed gaze through purple haze,
A phantom flight through time tonight.
Recapture the courage, the hopes, the dreams,
The choking emotion his eyes have seen,
His heart has felt the burden of class,
Imperialist atrocities of paradise past.

Challenge the assumption, Serial immortality.
Sex and drugs, material goods, live my life, today, for me.
In the loneliness of your soul, reaching for uncertain goals,
Refining the natural art in the solitude of our hearts.

The know-all looks from Kings and Queens,
From glib nostalgic genocide teams.
Superiority complex with race and creed,
It’s really not what the public needs.
Damming the stream and pursuing our dreams,
Stemming the tide with narcissistic pride.
Chromosomes are sensual zones,
A solo part, solitude of hearts.
Generation to generation, hand-me-down ideals
Ready-made aspirations living on an even-keel.

Challenge the assumption, Serial immortality.
Sex and drugs, material goods, live my life, today, for me.
Vanity, profanity, dig deeper into now.
Don’t ask why, don’t ask how, we can only play our parts
In the solitude of our hearts.