Monday, 26 July 2010
Friday, 23 July 2010
Crying For Help
He's probably going home after one more drink,
Or that's what he'll make himself think.
Floating to the bar for a final glass of red,
Lying to himself in his head.
He's probably coming over after one more drink,
Or that's what she makes herself think.
Tumbling over tables and feeling sick,
Listening alone to the clock tick.
Can you tell them what the words are,
That fit between the gaps in the verse,
When you think you're getting better,
But you're only getting worse?
He's probably passing out after one last drink,
Closing his eyes makes the barroom spin,
Tumbling over tables and feeling sick,
Is all it takes to make his head tick.
Can you tell him what the words are,
That fit between the gaps in the verse,
When you think you're getting better,
But you're only getting worse?
She's probably going to break down after one last drink,
Starring in a late-night cartoon,
Of champagne and co-dydramol cocktails
And she's crying for him,
and she's crying for help.
Or that's what he'll make himself think.
Floating to the bar for a final glass of red,
Lying to himself in his head.
He's probably coming over after one more drink,
Or that's what she makes herself think.
Tumbling over tables and feeling sick,
Listening alone to the clock tick.
Can you tell them what the words are,
That fit between the gaps in the verse,
When you think you're getting better,
But you're only getting worse?
He's probably passing out after one last drink,
Closing his eyes makes the barroom spin,
Tumbling over tables and feeling sick,
Is all it takes to make his head tick.
Can you tell him what the words are,
That fit between the gaps in the verse,
When you think you're getting better,
But you're only getting worse?
She's probably going to break down after one last drink,
Starring in a late-night cartoon,
Of champagne and co-dydramol cocktails
And she's crying for him,
and she's crying for help.
Thursday, 22 July 2010
Chainz
I will try to make this brief as I do not wish to waste any more time than I have to on my former collaborator, the person I entrusted Tumbleweed Memories to during the dark days of my absence. Chainz, it would seem has gone mad, suffering from an apparent disease of the brain that has curtailed his ability to think, he is taking his anger out on this blog, I therefore ask for your understanding, any comments attributable to him are the words of a demented mind, take pity on him.
Many thanks,
Daniel Stairmaster.
Many thanks,
Daniel Stairmaster.
Sometimes
Yes, sometimes.
Thoughts will happen.
Time defies knowledge, flying high in the face of trembling pain, swooping low under the feet of eternity.
Voices come and go, understanding less when more is offered.
Places intertwine, the agony of one transplanted to the ignorance of another.
People will indeed come and often they go, just the ones to remember go further, into the dark reaches of the mind, around the corner of sight.
Bad things happen, but only if you ask it of them, only if it's time.
Words can plunge deep into a wound, sounds can crush like a vice, thoughts can destroy like a virus and actions can cut clean all those ties.
Thoughts will happen.
Time defies knowledge, flying high in the face of trembling pain, swooping low under the feet of eternity.
Voices come and go, understanding less when more is offered.
Places intertwine, the agony of one transplanted to the ignorance of another.
People will indeed come and often they go, just the ones to remember go further, into the dark reaches of the mind, around the corner of sight.
Bad things happen, but only if you ask it of them, only if it's time.
Words can plunge deep into a wound, sounds can crush like a vice, thoughts can destroy like a virus and actions can cut clean all those ties.
Wednesday, 14 July 2010
Oh, Joanna
Oh, Joanna,
You're all that I need
To remember to breathe,
In this hopeless light of day.
And where are you anyway?
Oh, Joanna,
I'm angry that you lost your key
In the river you found me weeping in.
I'm not the man you saw back then,
Crying again.
I'm not the man that you knew back then.
Oh, Joanna,
You're moving again
Like my thoughts on the breeze.
In this house we used to share,
And now you're not here.
Oh, Joanna,
I'm lonesome that you're not with me.
And that you are out drinking with him.
He's not the man you knew back then,
Playing the fool,
He's not the one who'll sit worrying.
Oh, Joanna,
You're all that I need
to remember to breathe.
You're all that I need
To remember to breathe,
In this hopeless light of day.
And where are you anyway?
Oh, Joanna,
I'm angry that you lost your key
In the river you found me weeping in.
I'm not the man you saw back then,
Crying again.
I'm not the man that you knew back then.
Oh, Joanna,
You're moving again
Like my thoughts on the breeze.
In this house we used to share,
And now you're not here.
Oh, Joanna,
I'm lonesome that you're not with me.
And that you are out drinking with him.
He's not the man you knew back then,
Playing the fool,
He's not the one who'll sit worrying.
Oh, Joanna,
You're all that I need
to remember to breathe.
Monday, 12 July 2010
Dark Days At Night
I was taken for a fool, by a fool with fools at his will, one who shivered with the delight of the fallen, of the failing, of resignation.
I was locked up in a prison of flesh with locks of paranoia and bars that stay.
With no light and no sight beyond what I saw inside my head what I could not illuminate beyond thoughts beyond fleeting glimpses of outlines in the shadows of my mind.
I ate away at my loathing until I needed to feast no more, sated my appetite for agony, despair at my place, at my visions, at the sight of condemnation starring symmetrically in the mirror
Maybe I could tear down my barriers, fracture bone and wash blood away with images and yes, maybe words.
It's all to easy to say in black on white with no-one to taunt, no-one to critique with oh so witty put downs, picking error not applauding, demanding ORDER not passion , on a mission to grind down such things that can't be in fashion.
Well I'm free now and I no longer want your attention.
Maybe I'll carry on, maybe I'll expire, but for the first time
In a long time.....
I can see a way to Ascension
I was locked up in a prison of flesh with locks of paranoia and bars that stay.
With no light and no sight beyond what I saw inside my head what I could not illuminate beyond thoughts beyond fleeting glimpses of outlines in the shadows of my mind.
I ate away at my loathing until I needed to feast no more, sated my appetite for agony, despair at my place, at my visions, at the sight of condemnation starring symmetrically in the mirror
Maybe I could tear down my barriers, fracture bone and wash blood away with images and yes, maybe words.
It's all to easy to say in black on white with no-one to taunt, no-one to critique with oh so witty put downs, picking error not applauding, demanding ORDER not passion , on a mission to grind down such things that can't be in fashion.
Well I'm free now and I no longer want your attention.
Maybe I'll carry on, maybe I'll expire, but for the first time
In a long time.....
I can see a way to Ascension
Wednesday, 7 July 2010
Sunday, 4 July 2010
Grim Reaper Break-Up Blues
The dark will not protect you when I'm gone,
I said, the dark, it won't protect you when I'm gone.
I've been up all night riding the road
That the phantom's hitching on,
But the dark - it won't protect you when I'm gone.
The lady will reject you in this song.
I said, some woman will reject you in this song.
She's been up all night writing this ode,
That the heartache's waiting on
For the lady will reject you in this song.
The reaper will select you right or wrong,
I said, the reaper will select you, when I'm gone.
He's been up all night wielding his scythe,
And there's bloodlust in his eyes,
Said, the reaper will select you right or wrong.
The letter will infect you with its lines,
I said the letter will infect you every time.
She's written to say that she's found someone new,
Now Grim's out to dance with you.
For the letter will inflect you with its lines.
The dark will not protect you when I'm gone,
You know, the dark, it won't protect you when I'm gone.
I've been up all night riding the road
That the phantom's hitching on,
And the dark - it won't protect you when I'm gone.
I said, the dark, it won't protect you when I'm gone.
I've been up all night riding the road
That the phantom's hitching on,
But the dark - it won't protect you when I'm gone.
The lady will reject you in this song.
I said, some woman will reject you in this song.
She's been up all night writing this ode,
That the heartache's waiting on
For the lady will reject you in this song.
The reaper will select you right or wrong,
I said, the reaper will select you, when I'm gone.
He's been up all night wielding his scythe,
And there's bloodlust in his eyes,
Said, the reaper will select you right or wrong.
The letter will infect you with its lines,
I said the letter will infect you every time.
She's written to say that she's found someone new,
Now Grim's out to dance with you.
For the letter will inflect you with its lines.
The dark will not protect you when I'm gone,
You know, the dark, it won't protect you when I'm gone.
I've been up all night riding the road
That the phantom's hitching on,
And the dark - it won't protect you when I'm gone.
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