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Worldwar     Hiding in reeds & corn     From the soldiers     I am in the cave     You are worth more     to the cause alive     They said to me     Boring as violence     Life is a dream     Dream baby dream     Denounce the world     Unveil the world     Sharpen the knife     and it breaks easy     God is the biggest bitch     A friend to all is a friend to no one     No one

Power     Red white rose in hand     He surveys the land     He knows it’s his     He’s got the power     Strange ways about that man     Strange world we’re living in and this world is ours     Life is good when you want everything you have     Taking into your own hands     Hanging nonces, eating rich     If I can’t afford it I hate it     You can't afford to miss this     I can’t afford to go on like this

Alphabet     A did anything for chocolate     B was born with her heart on the right     C poured a candle on Colin     D read her diary out on the tram     E is an expert at fobbing police     F went to her own funeral     G saw a ghost in the refuge     H’s father was a housewife     I has almost every illness     J makes jewellery out of teeth     K could only kiss women     L’s left hand pointed to the moon     M got into modern dance     N has no next of kin     O calls them her ostrich boots     P protects the small & meek     Q is queen of the universe     R found a rat nailed to the door     S always wanted to wear a sari     T loves TV & T-Rex     U’s U.C. was slashed again     V has a very good time     W pissed on a war memorial     X was x-communicated     Y asks Y is this happening?     Z said zero regrets

Pepsi cola addicts     I am I, I am you     I am Jennifer you are June     I am you, you are I     You are Jennifer I am June     Some Romans canonised me sometime in the 4th Century     Are you girls working?     No tears on the beat please     Disco dancing with the captives     Wigs and chewing gum, whiskey and petrol bombs     Pepsi cola addicts in cold tenements     Express our distress don’t we deserve it?     We made a pact, the pact made us     Squeeze the mirror pieces into a closed fist     Confession booth toilet     Ears to theatre doors     As I chew, my food will win     It feels as real as a film

Considerations     At my feet a windfall drops and I wonder what I’ve done wrong     I kick the apple away blunting it on my boot     I’m not a hunter-gatherer     I haven’t been one for a hundred thousand years     There’s no need for that now please     I come home and wash     a cartoon memory of childhood, in the sink     A lachrymatory vial that nothing in particular commissioned     I pause to consider my hands     Nails defend but they crucify also     Don’t crucify me please     There’s no need for that now please     Please please please help me please     I’m okay I’m okay No need

Outlaw disco     The stars green and purple they glow     Like pinwheels they flicker     Their mobilised, shining revolutions     Buffing pages gold with a stone     Animal tooth     Making ink from burnt bone     Strength to go alone     It is my broom it is my dream     It is my nightmare it’s my secret key     Sling mud, tar, feather, and banish     Your empire will be a dead fish

God's lonely man     He used to drive an army jeep     Bottle-green and army-hard     While the generals he hated so fiercely Slept on the surface     Mick Jagger squawks on the radio     So he doesn’t think about the guy who dove     Off the barracks building roof     The radio sings     Go go in the limo the company gave you     Like a bad memory     Past restaurants you can’t afford     Soon you will show them life isn’t fair     Soon you can take it out on your children     Sitting in the feel of a leather wheel     Pearl in an oyster     When you drive all your life, your teeth are many     Peppered with black cavities     Oh how he loathed the Russians     But did he hate them more for     Destroying his beloved country?     Or for making the worst cars he’d ever seen?     Loneliness followed him     his whole life everywhere

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I should have been a musician   Lay me in a bed that’s made of hydrangea flowers    I used to talk to them in the backyard for hours    Not a single word about god will be allowed    Not a word about paradise will be pronounced    Do you know about the witch who chewed her burial shroud    Causing ill and disease in a nearby town?

The first divorcée     One day I can be like a man and I can hurt someone other than myself     Intelligence is leaking from my eyes as I pull a bone out of me     Who was the first divorcée?     I don’t speak in pornography     But do you remember Eurydice?     Look at me you can erase me     I feel it happen every day     There’s a new divorcée every day     They’re pulling the rings off of their fingers     I’ve become one without ever marrying, without ever swallowing a jewel     Sex is dead and we sift through the wreckage     Cataloguing it’s our last thrill