i don't feel a thing
so i shouldn't feel afraid
it's not natural

there once was a little bird
who thought he'd fly home for the summer
and while everyone else was leaving
he thought he'd stay behind a bit
and shack up with that other chick
but then he was off...

the wait proved to be disingenuous
he never made it with the others, as
the winter crept in it got too cold to fly
and his wings got frozen up, so
he fell down into a field
and got shat on by a big smelly cow.

but there in the warmth
his wings had revived, even though
his nose had almost dissolved
from the stench that he woke up into
and he began to sing! so happy he was
that he had survived...

okay, so this one's been used already:
the little dude gets really excited
which alerts a fox, who promptly
trots over and eats him up, with a
cute little bib and a nice chardonnay
and that's the end of the story.


there was a punchline to this little parable
but the gist of it is: don't **** it up
there's nothing to be proud of
being in a puddle of muck
and if you haven't been caught yet
there's no reason to want to...

just do what you're taught
and find ways of doing it better

it takes a nanosecond to say something you didn't mean
(because you were thinking about something else)
and the rest of the week to fix.

it takes years to build up a modicum of trust
(because you were thinking about someone else)
to see you wander off those tracks.

it takes a while to figure out a man's capability
(because you were thinking about something else)
but it isn't always about the ***.

it takes a little bit of serendipity
(because you were thinking about someone else)
to see you shine beneath those cracks.

opinions are our way of evaluating the world around us
and deciding which part of it what we want to belong to

the rules are the guidelines that get put up around us
and caution us from doing things even though we want to

yet rules are opinions collected
and therefore they should be respected
each one of us has something to hide
but the law must be equally applied
until such time as everyone takes responsibility for themselves, their kin, their stash and their environment, all of us, all at the same time, honestly and decisively, but i don't see that happening for a while.

it's what it is
just that
you're sorry
okay

je suis pardonner
não foi minha culpa
lumela seo u se batlang
namaste

hurt is not a thing
you pick up and carry around with you

guilt is not a thing
you pick up and pretend it's okay

love is not a thing
you mop the floor with

no
hurt is your experience of it
guilt is how you deal with it
love is what you do with it
whatever it is
that's okay
it's okay
it's okay
shh...

soon it will be over
then another one can start
a measure of aggression
an excuse to be apart

if it isn't in the air
if i offered you a voice
you'll never find me there
you made your ******* choice

c'est la vie.

we found you alive
welcome to our family
thank you for coming

let's say you make a decision
justify it any way you need to
stick to your guns
put up with the shame
make it your own
and take the blame

let's say that happened
i'll spell it out if i need to
nobody won
everything's the same
nowhere to run
and no claim to fame

and then everyone else had another idea
because that's what you told them
all this time, this immeasurable fear
that thing that you sold them

can't hardly speak, if only
i've never, ever felt this lonely

time is a strange gift
we give to one another
but can't keep ourselves

ten pm, there's time
time for a movie
maybe
but i don't know what to watch
i don't know if i've seen that before
don't know if i should

ten pm, ******
**** this scrutiny
definitely
but i don't know what you want
i don't know if you've seen this before
don't know if you should

ten pm, i wait
await my sadomasochistic fate

i really wish i could give you a hug
another surprise to sweep under the rug
i really wish i could take it away
that look in your eye you brought with you to say

but then again i wish i didn't need to
armour wouldn't work if it were see-through
and when it seems we're just about to make it
my armour disappears and i'm all naked

i really wish i had more than these words
another excuse to hang out with the nerds
i really wish i could give you a hug
because then you'll know exactly how i feel.

when sorry isn't enough
then something else is wrong
you're right, i should have known it all along

don't say a word
until you've thought it through
you're right, everything is always about you

try not to laugh
even though it's hardly funny
you're right, it's not about the money honey

when you've had your say
and nothing else is wrong
we might, we ought to just try and get along

until then please watch your tone
neither of us wants to be alone

it's stupidly unfair to think
that mine's a saturated shade of pink
while yours takes on a different hue
that oscillates from green to blue

i try to sucker up each day
prepare for whatever it throws my way
it helps me calculate the cost
of the ground you thought i lost

it's got this sentimental worth
like this, and everything i've kept since birth
i'd rather not waste any more time
i hope to be your paradigm

and then we'll paint a sunset scene
the sun, the sea, and everything in between
the trouble that i put you through
the beauty that i see in you

we're not alone
you nor i
we have words
and that's an implicit contract

but be careful
what you say
we have words
and they'll hurt you, in fact

it'll never be
up to you
we have words
they've already been hacked

you're not alone
if you want
we have words
and they're pretty exact

and that's why i take them so seriously
you'll never even know what they mean to me.

the burden of proof rests on the accuser
failure of which would determine the loser
i shudder to think i was ready to lose her
if ever it turned out to be true

but then again,

the burden of trust lies with the diplomat
who flits back and forth, what's with that?
as hard as i try to figure where you're at
if it really, solemnly was you

rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat.

it's best not to judge but don't be naive
you never know what they've got stashed up their sleeve.

between the blue and pink, i think
the brown and green will sink
and in this loneliness i hope
you choke
you choke
you choke on your ambition
like it wants to be
the world to see
the fading of our history
drives home
drives home
drives home and parks the car beneath
the tree
the sea
i hope

if ever i take shelter there's a
chance i might forget her
an illuminating light
its right
its right
its right to think that i'm afraid
its normal to be foolish
and see your mind as selfish
as what mine would like to wish
but then there's you
there's me
there's everything that we could be
the tree
the sea
i hope

and here, between the complicated mess of my existence
and the space between our faces that has measured some resistance
i find myself compassionate, like that, within a instance
i'm drawn to her precisely because of her insistence

love is not a thing that makes us worry about the past
it shouldn't be as hurried as though it wouldn't be as fast
but somewhere in there, something comes alive, and then at last
i fell in love her so brilliantly, like the click behind the blast

of opportunity, you see
it means the same to me
it's not what we've reflected
but the fact that we're connected

the you and me, the need
to feel the same way that i do
through the reason that we bleed
to the consequence it leads to

and so...

there's nothing that i'd rather do than spend another day with her
and nothing that i want to do than create another metaphor
and all i want to manifest is nothing but the best for her
and make everything better

for you, and me
and all it's meant to be
for now
forever
for us

i can't bend your hand
i can't change your mind
what i can do is accept

wherever i land
whatever i find
what i'll do is pay the debt

what debt, you ask?

try to understand
i was always kind
i always gave you respect

draw it in the sand
but spare us the blind
what else did you expect

accept nothing, except
what gives cause to the effect

safe as houses
old as dirt
a chick's best skill
is how to flirt

he is good
he is kind
but he doesn't exist

he's not there
pay no mind
try not to persist

he is more
than you are
and that's okay

he's not here
and not far
tomorrow, another day

it sits on my shoulder
the benevolent devil
and says please can you do what i ask

and when the storm comes in
when everyone takes to the covers
they have to be mindful of the task


just around the corner
the malevolent angel
insisted on taking it all for granted

and when the storm came in
that found them scrambling for answers
they probably should have been less than enchanted


if not justly annoyed
for the sake of the trees
beacuse at least the devil
said please

god is everywhere
it is the canvas
and i am the ink
that toils
and it boils
and i think

the truth is everywhere
it is a highway
and i am the tar
that binds
and it finds
the black star

i think i've found a way
to make it all okay
to make a bit of sense
in a sycophantic way
theology, philosophy, it's the same
eternal life, paternal strife, the same
chemistry, epistemology, the same
it's all the same

it's what we leave behind
in our work and our deeds and our thoughts
yes, even heaven has a shelf life

it doesn't need to make a sound
it's everything and nothing
the groupies might still hang around
if it affords you something

in everything it sees no end
it smothers like a virus
it makes it easy to pretend
that no-one's going to find us

in nothing it's a sea of space
it's never been before
it makes no effort to replace
the pain that you once saw

and inbetween
the clouds beneath
it takes it's charge
and grits it's teeth
it knows no time
it lies awake
and stares


it doesn't want to hang around
it's more than you'd imagine
it doesn't want to make a sound
just gives things room to happen

if nothing else it's like a sail
that moves against the water
it doesn't have the means to fail
but cowers in the corner

yet everything's a state of mind
it could change like the weather
it never meant to be unkind
it never will forget her

and in amongst
the stars above
it holds it's light
like lawyers might
and makes it's mark
because in the dark
there's silence

if there's one thing that i really hate
it's being told what to do

when i can love and frankly tolerate
the things life puts me through

but times are wrought with greed
i just don't see the need

and what i thought was easy
comes right back out to tease me


i'd rather wait and anticipate
choose darkness over blue

cry shame on those who try to take
from others what's not due

but there within my head
i've ventured all that's said

i wish that i had found
the silence that's abound


the knowledge of who's right or wrong
is a blemish from the past

it's my need to comfortably belong
to a space that wants to last

and just when i get home
the sight of polished chrome

bends me to my knees
gives in to the disease


it's there within my head
and gets ridiculed instead

a few hours ago i was vulnerable
like the slimy green gums of the pavement
yet some of it was tasty
(impatient means it's boring)
i shouldn't have been so hasty
(isn't worth ignoring)

a few hours ago i felt terrible
like i was part of the next government
i tried to create some sense
(i clearly wasn't winning)
but it came behind a sentence
(and everyone was grinning)

i know i should have given it my best
i'm pretty sure it passed the test
but drives it in too deep
flies in way too steep
if only i could keep
a secret
i wouldn't have to lie at all


the last few months have been that hazy
like i was a part of an indelible accident
that you probably didn't mind
(aim before you throw)
not sure what stays behind
(dig before you sow)

the last few years have been that crazy
i hoped it was going to be permanent
that little bit of rock n roll
(i tried to learn your language)
was definitely worth my soul
(and used it like a bandage)

i reckon that it might make a mark
it only begins with a spark
but then while you're asleep
the dreams you could reap
if only i could keep
a secret
the perforated sky might fall


the next few days i must accept
whatever fits into your judgement
pretend that i want more
(am i serious now)
or go back to before
(as if i knew how)

it isn't what i meant to say
it's that i went and said it anyway.

it's not alive
it isn't scared
it wasn't what
you thought it was

it isn't right
it can't be wrong
it keeps you up
it makes you strong

it makes you rich
it makes you cry
it mends the stitch
it plays along

it grinds it's teeth
it doesn't care
it hides beneath
it tends to glare

it stays in tune
it keeps in time
it guards the moon
it's in its prime

it knows no end
it has no start
it's arms subtend
your shallow heart

it disappears
it bears the scars
it isn't what
you thought it was

today
i heard the voices
in my head
proper
what's wrong with you
whassup
what's going on
i don't know
why are you stumbling like that
i dunno
i want
all of this to go away
i want everything to end
but hang on dave
it'll be okay
hang in there, it'll all make sense
let it go, by all means
keep it to yourself
feel as much as you can, whatever
of course it hurts
let it bleed
you're just not ready yet

the love that we share
is something that i never
have to dream about

i keep it all inside
so everyone can see
the way that i react
the things that i say
the choices i make

i keep it all inside
so anyone can see
the way i interact
the mantras i pray
the risk that i take

any way you spin it
no-one wants to be alone
it only takes a minute
and you're on you're own

i keep it to myself
as much as it hurts
the way i reacted
the things that i said
the choices i made

i know, it's not exactly what you'd expect from me
but i don't know what else i'm supposed to be

you tell the truth when you sleep
the people you mind
the secrets you keep

you tell the truth when you're alone
and that's probably why
you can't hear it

we make use of what we own
the things that we keep
the bits that we find

and always give back what we loan
when we don't need it
give it a try

i wish that i was nine years younger
back then i could have stopped that train
my soul is made of grief and hunger

since then i've gone and made a blunder
and it happens again and again
i wish that i was nine years younger

my son fills me with so much wonder
a reflection from a window pane
my soul is made of grief and hunger

outside i hear a roaring thunder
frustration that i can't explain
i wish that i was nine years younger

i'm trying hard to not go under
i'm in no position to complain
my soul is made of grief and hunger

the square root of a complex number
the direction of a weather vane
i wish that i was nine years younger
my soul is made of grief and hunger

so soon, so far
where are we going?
so good, so far
always leave me hanging

so sure, so soon
why are we leaving?
so far, so soon
always end up laughing

so you just laugh away
catch up with you another day.

today i learned
what shame is
or what it isn't

to get caught
and do it again
is to have no shame

take it for granted
and do it again
is to have no shame

take what you want
and do it again
is to have no shame

admit that it's wrong
and do it again
is to have no shame

feel bad about it
and do it again
is to have no shame

i didn't break it
and do it again
is to have no shame

you'll never know
and do it again
is to have no shame

i'm in love
such a shame
again and again and again

feet first
dive in
don't look
be safe
take care
get some
find us
in there

all work and no pay
makes jack a poor boy

all jack and no play
and jill is full of laughter

all jill and no say
makes jack a play boy

all work and no play
and jill came tumbling after

when you don't like the channel
change it

when you hear that song that ****** you off
change it

when an opinion gets too far up your nose
don't read it

when it ruffles you up so much it shows
you've conceded

change the channel, not the challenger
challenge not the channeler
change the way you feel about it
choose not to have an opinion about it

there are some ideas that appeal to most
but most ideas appeal to none
the ideas you'd rather choose to host
shouldn't offend anyone

unless you choose to be a troll
well in that case let it rock and roll

always a choice

the one who gave it away
or the one who had spoken
i wish i could say
to the dream that was broken
i hope that one day
your own comfort will open
might not be today
but hang on to that token

and into the breeze
i'll try and confess
try hard not to sneeze
at the sight of this mess
i'm down on my knees
but i'll settle for less
because here in the freeze
i'm unable to guess

and now that we're so far apart
i don't even know where to start

dark, alone, and wondering
what'll happen to the light
when the sun comes out

if there's anything left
to salvage, i
wouldn't even know what's right

but if you still insist
i try, i'd even
find a reason to resist

it's not that you're black
or that i'm white
somehow i'm left at the back

whatever
i'm done

it's that I trusted you
and i feel let down
it's okay
really, it's okay

i feel you too

the sharp breeze
occurs to me
like memories

the light beams
reflect off of me
like teflon

and suddenly
the part of me
the things i say

the last scene
the end of me
come get some

the same strange, stupid stuff
you know you've done enough
when it stabs you in the back
the baggage
the damage
the call

it isn't really what we feel
it's what we're willing to share
and just because it isn't real
doesn't mean we're never there

communication has its fault
you'll get it when you're ready
so take it with a pinch of salt
i'll keep it slow and steady

i know that time will make it heal
i don't like to compare
but just because it isn't real
doesn't mean i'm never there

this'll be the last one, i hope

i told you the two things that i need
but you can't do that
and it's okay, i'll deal with it

what i really want though
is not about that
but for us to be honest about it

i really don't mind
if you can't tell me
i only want us to end it amicably

where we go to from here
what i want for me
is for us both to fess up, leave it behind, and be free

because i will always love you
but i can never be with you
i'll probably think about you
and i hope you'll be safe

woah
let it go, i ogtitel,
haow.
hahahaha
ahahahah
bliksem se donder se fok

i once thought
that the next world war wouldn't be fought over territory
but resources
energy
water
but i was wrong

it turns out
that the next world war will be fought over ancestry
and excuses
family
slaughter
and all along

the finity of the planet has more value
than the portion of it that it affords you
what actually belongs to anybody?
the enemy has always been ourselves

*

i think
that the next world war will be fought over poverty
and privilege
sympathy
majure
and so it is

it just so happens that i have a white skin, kind of beige actually
but i hope to move to mars eventually
and if what i represent ****** you off
then i hope you win

that twinkle in your eye
that you wanted me to see
is the only reason why
it gets reflected back at me

another set of circumstances
might have changed the dice
and used up all my second chances
couldn't count the price

not believing what i have
is not what it's about
it's not concealing safety as
the dirt beneath the grout

but who you are and what you do
means everything to me
and i hope that what i mean to you
everyone can see

a zephyr of desire
a truth that's meant to be
the warmth within the fire
the waves within the sea

i know we'll find a way
then we'll show them how it's done
and that's all i want to say
i think that you're the one

keep doing what you're good at
it's easy to do
the rest of it is practise

chasing walls
in the hope that
they'll catch up
is like admitting
that we put them there
in the first place

the light that i seek
is not rare
it's just there
and that's precisely why i am drawn to it

the light that i seek
isn't yours
has no cause
and that's precisely what you've exploited

you see, for me, it seems
you've run out of enemies
when in fact you've run out of friends
used up all your hypocracies
tried too hard to make those amends
when nothing needs to be fixed
no more tricks
hate only exists because there's not enough love
nothing is real except death from above

but the light that i seek
isn't here
because you switched it off
when you thought i wouldn't come home

and the more that i stare
at the fear
the darker it is

say it
say it again and again
say it
over and over again
over it
over it again
again and again

it may well be that it comes from within, but it wears thin
especially when you don't even know where to begin
whatever you thought you'd given in, that insignificant sin
let it spin baby
let it spin.