Waves and gannets,
Kind of hate me
With sunset reasons
And sunrise reasons
And this is the moment
I kill you, I kill you
And write a song about burying you
And people look a little weird
When I throw my heart
Into a guitar.
This is me
By the way.
Saturday, 29 January 2011
Monday, 24 January 2011
On the Shoulders of Average
I trained in a gym where no weights were waiting
Where no instructor had instruction on coping with issues
A place were a rowing machine meant learning to argue to save love, not overcome imaginary tidal concerns.
If I failed in the six pack challenge, and the ongoing game of looking good in a mirror,
it's not because I didn't want to impress you.
But the inconsiderable task of taking across stormy waters the one that I love won out
over being able to climb up steps, and sweat on command.
I may never be able to pull a Double Decker Bus with my teeth, but whenever you need someone to lift you out of the dark of your day,
I'll be right where you want me and I promise I'll stay.
Where no instructor had instruction on coping with issues
A place were a rowing machine meant learning to argue to save love, not overcome imaginary tidal concerns.
If I failed in the six pack challenge, and the ongoing game of looking good in a mirror,
it's not because I didn't want to impress you.
But the inconsiderable task of taking across stormy waters the one that I love won out
over being able to climb up steps, and sweat on command.
I may never be able to pull a Double Decker Bus with my teeth, but whenever you need someone to lift you out of the dark of your day,
I'll be right where you want me and I promise I'll stay.
Lies, Damn Lies and Fucking People Over
The Truth causes heartbreak in the place truth plays
But the lie causes anarchy where it chooses to lay.
It lies so easy on bedding made of words
Sounding so innocent like tremblings of birds
It moves between the spaces between friends and the other
Expected between enemies, killing off sister and brother.
But the lie doesn't hurt, it doesn't even bruise
It's effortless motion like walking in the most comfortable shoe.
Then it waits for the day when it told to wake now
And the place where once friends were is spoiled and sour
But the lie causes anarchy where it chooses to lay.
It lies so easy on bedding made of words
Sounding so innocent like tremblings of birds
It moves between the spaces between friends and the other
Expected between enemies, killing off sister and brother.
But the lie doesn't hurt, it doesn't even bruise
It's effortless motion like walking in the most comfortable shoe.
Then it waits for the day when it told to wake now
And the place where once friends were is spoiled and sour
Deep Clouds
Unknowable Gods turning pages of old
Uncountable riches in places not sold
Unplayable games with people most cold
Unlivable lives when we just fold
Uncountable riches in places not sold
Unplayable games with people most cold
Unlivable lives when we just fold
Saturday, 22 January 2011
My Real Life
Rock god, clamour round the TV
Showing off you 3DHD.
Funny for nothing
But your mp3.
My fake life
On a fake guitar
My fake life never
Goes too far.
Hot shot, let's have fun
Your pick ups not the only one
Demonstrating your
Geniushighdefinitionsupermodulateddvd
Not fo' gitting yo mp3.
My real life
Is less than amazing
It involves
Standing in front of the TV
And quietly screaming.
Showing off you 3DHD.
Funny for nothing
But your mp3.
My fake life
On a fake guitar
My fake life never
Goes too far.
Hot shot, let's have fun
Your pick ups not the only one
Demonstrating your
Geniushighdefinitionsupermodulateddvd
Not fo' gitting yo mp3.
My real life
Is less than amazing
It involves
Standing in front of the TV
And quietly screaming.
PHASES
Let me place the key in the door
And flick the light on one last time
Let me hear familiar things
Like the creak of the floor
And the whirr of the TV
Or you whispering,
You love me.
Let me lay myself by your side
And turn the light off one last time
Let me hold you tonight
As I dream of the past
And the phases we moved through -
When I whispered
I love you.
And flick the light on one last time
Let me hear familiar things
Like the creak of the floor
And the whirr of the TV
Or you whispering,
You love me.
Let me lay myself by your side
And turn the light off one last time
Let me hold you tonight
As I dream of the past
And the phases we moved through -
When I whispered
I love you.
Friday, 21 January 2011
Waiting For God, Oh
I'm waiting for my widescreen glasses
And 3DTVs to arrive and take me to bedlam.
I'm computer sensitive in my thoughts
And tentative about tomorrow.
Take me in,
Or push me out.
I'm more than a bin bag,
I'm taking my garbage out.
And 3DTVs to arrive and take me to bedlam.
I'm computer sensitive in my thoughts
And tentative about tomorrow.
Take me in,
Or push me out.
I'm more than a bin bag,
I'm taking my garbage out.
Monday Soon
It's Friday
People are breathing
Again.
It's Friday
We're setting sail tomorrow
On a trip to make our eyes come true.
Well, we'll take a walk out in the woods
With the sun breaking through
And we'll drink our fill
In the fields,
In the afternoon.
It's Friday
Again.
People are breathing.
And it'll be Monday soon.
People are breathing
Again.
It's Friday
We're setting sail tomorrow
On a trip to make our eyes come true.
Well, we'll take a walk out in the woods
With the sun breaking through
And we'll drink our fill
In the fields,
In the afternoon.
It's Friday
Again.
People are breathing.
And it'll be Monday soon.
LA Wins Again
Her tears fell on the page
Just past the paragraph
where he found love.
Smudged the page where he
Went on to burn
Her eyes smudged the page
She's living in today
Burned the tears
Where she found love
And LA wins again.
Just past the paragraph
where he found love.
Smudged the page where he
Went on to burn
Her eyes smudged the page
She's living in today
Burned the tears
Where she found love
And LA wins again.
We Wait Each Day
We wait each day
For a plane to land
We gaze at Arrivals
But only LA comes in.
We wait forever
For a coach to park
We gaze at the coach park
But it never does.
For a plane to land
We gaze at Arrivals
But only LA comes in.
We wait forever
For a coach to park
We gaze at the coach park
But it never does.
Over
The screen's too bright
for computer eyes like mine
Is your balance wrong, or is it right?
You're playing some song called My Real Life
On Guitar Hero, or something.
And I suppose we're done.
Done with dreaming
And imagining
Done with feeling
And knowing
Done with laughing
And flowing
Done with falling
And crying
Done with blinking
And breathing
Done with healing
And reeling
Done with craving
And trusting
Done with helping
And lusting
Done with living
And dying
Done with climbing
And falling
Done with growing
And learning
Done with writing
And reading
Done with sleeping
And waking
Done with making
And breaking
Dine with speeding
And slowing
Done with being
And learning
Done with passing
And turning
Done with loving
And yearning
Done with building
And closing
Done with screaming
And rocking
Done with playing
And painting
Done with walking
And running
Done with holding
And pushing
Done with leaving
And laughing
Done with growing
And learning
Done with repeating
And writing
Done with drinking
And keeping
Done with hanging
And waiting
Done with taking
And giving
Done with climbing
And digging
Done with hoping
And holding
Done with waking
And eating
Done with being
And being real.
for computer eyes like mine
Is your balance wrong, or is it right?
You're playing some song called My Real Life
On Guitar Hero, or something.
And I suppose we're done.
Done with dreaming
And imagining
Done with feeling
And knowing
Done with laughing
And flowing
Done with falling
And crying
Done with blinking
And breathing
Done with healing
And reeling
Done with craving
And trusting
Done with helping
And lusting
Done with living
And dying
Done with climbing
And falling
Done with growing
And learning
Done with writing
And reading
Done with sleeping
And waking
Done with making
And breaking
Dine with speeding
And slowing
Done with being
And learning
Done with passing
And turning
Done with loving
And yearning
Done with building
And closing
Done with screaming
And rocking
Done with playing
And painting
Done with walking
And running
Done with holding
And pushing
Done with leaving
And laughing
Done with growing
And learning
Done with repeating
And writing
Done with drinking
And keeping
Done with hanging
And waiting
Done with taking
And giving
Done with climbing
And digging
Done with hoping
And holding
Done with waking
And eating
Done with being
And being real.
Friday, 14 January 2011
Hang the Noose From The Spruce
Said the Gerbil
In a Fit of Rage.
Soak the Oak
Demanded the Hermit
But he was dragged away by a vigilante group of Suburbanites and torched outside of the local library.
In a Fit of Rage.
Soak the Oak
Demanded the Hermit
But he was dragged away by a vigilante group of Suburbanites and torched outside of the local library.
The Sound of Your Mind
Every year the music pundits and the kids with their fingers on the actual pulse announce in words louder than shouting and yelling that there are in fact musical bands and artists that you, yes you, cannot live without. Previously unheard of names that should soon be adorning over priced stickers on empty pencil cases.
Never one to miss out on a bit of someones pie we here at Tumbleweed Memories would like to recommend that you look out for one band this year, they plan on being so big the word mediocre won't even begin to describe them. Hoping to reach the heights of musical indifference soon Fishfitafterknock will be unleashing their debut single in the indefinite future, it is called Of In One and we for one can't wait!
And remember you heard it here first.
Never one to miss out on a bit of someones pie we here at Tumbleweed Memories would like to recommend that you look out for one band this year, they plan on being so big the word mediocre won't even begin to describe them. Hoping to reach the heights of musical indifference soon Fishfitafterknock will be unleashing their debut single in the indefinite future, it is called Of In One and we for one can't wait!
And remember you heard it here first.
Caution is a word I use(d)
I would always stand at the precipice.
Stare out over the promontory with fear of the chasm below
Be surrounded by dizzying hurls of natures bravado
Teasing with their attempts to persuade me to jump.
But, like an emotionless rock I clung to the tufts of the past.
The black face of the future so hard to stare into.
So there I would stand ageing against a backdrop of past fading and future unformed.
I know no longer can stay on this ledge,
the past is unknown to me but as unreachable as time.
So it must be too the future I look,
this awe defining undermining land of unescapable mysteries.
And as I look back before I take that leap,
I no longer see the shadow that used to be me.
Stare out over the promontory with fear of the chasm below
Be surrounded by dizzying hurls of natures bravado
Teasing with their attempts to persuade me to jump.
But, like an emotionless rock I clung to the tufts of the past.
The black face of the future so hard to stare into.
So there I would stand ageing against a backdrop of past fading and future unformed.
I know no longer can stay on this ledge,
the past is unknown to me but as unreachable as time.
So it must be too the future I look,
this awe defining undermining land of unescapable mysteries.
And as I look back before I take that leap,
I no longer see the shadow that used to be me.
Anyone for Weather?
Who would be teller of weather?
A whithered soul not knowing whether,
the weather you were telling was right or wrong
or whether the weather you did tell was turning like a river
Whether the weather was windy so windy weather ruled
So bad was the weather you didn't know what to do.
With you pointing stick and computerized page the weather seems fine confined to your stage.
But out in the real world the weather calls you a fool, and whether you're a father, mother or think that you're cool, the weather won't lie, just to save you,
Sucks don't it.
A whithered soul not knowing whether,
the weather you were telling was right or wrong
or whether the weather you did tell was turning like a river
Whether the weather was windy so windy weather ruled
So bad was the weather you didn't know what to do.
With you pointing stick and computerized page the weather seems fine confined to your stage.
But out in the real world the weather calls you a fool, and whether you're a father, mother or think that you're cool, the weather won't lie, just to save you,
Sucks don't it.
Tuesday, 11 January 2011
The Mysterious Bottle Of Tricks
He lived in a state of hate or regret
It's hard to tell just which
His raging against the rising sun
Concerned with uncorking
his mysterious bottle of tricks
All burning anger and bubbling bits
Enough to give hardened drinkers the giggles or fits.
It's hard to tell just which.
And he'd walk through the desert all desperate and drunk
It's hard to tell just which.
His raging against the dying sun
Concerned with uncorking
His mysterious bottle of tricks
All searing anger and burning bits
Enough to give rattlers the fear or a twitch
It's hard to tell just which.
It's hard to tell what went through his mind
As he took down the liquid so cruel and unkind.
And it made him see more or it made him go blind
It's hard to tell just which.
He died on a Sunday all burnt out or broke
It's hard to tell just which.
And the sun burned his body and turned him to sand
His mysterious bottle of tricks returned to the land
Either useless and limp or latent and rich -
It's hard to tell just which.
It's hard to tell just which
His raging against the rising sun
Concerned with uncorking
his mysterious bottle of tricks
All burning anger and bubbling bits
Enough to give hardened drinkers the giggles or fits.
It's hard to tell just which.
And he'd walk through the desert all desperate and drunk
It's hard to tell just which.
His raging against the dying sun
Concerned with uncorking
His mysterious bottle of tricks
All searing anger and burning bits
Enough to give rattlers the fear or a twitch
It's hard to tell just which.
It's hard to tell what went through his mind
As he took down the liquid so cruel and unkind.
And it made him see more or it made him go blind
It's hard to tell just which.
He died on a Sunday all burnt out or broke
It's hard to tell just which.
And the sun burned his body and turned him to sand
His mysterious bottle of tricks returned to the land
Either useless and limp or latent and rich -
It's hard to tell just which.
Dancing on Shoes of Ivy
I don't dance, so you know before you all ask.
I don't rhumba, foxtrot no, not even in class.
I won't take to the floor in sequins and colours.
I won't look for the spotlight and spiral like flowers.
I can't take the lead for the last of the night.
I can't whirl you around send you spinning in flight.
But I can love you with all of my heart.
I can watch you dance in the light or the dark.
I will always be there to see you move me.
And wish I could dance just like in the movies.
I don't rhumba, foxtrot no, not even in class.
I won't take to the floor in sequins and colours.
I won't look for the spotlight and spiral like flowers.
I can't take the lead for the last of the night.
I can't whirl you around send you spinning in flight.
But I can love you with all of my heart.
I can watch you dance in the light or the dark.
I will always be there to see you move me.
And wish I could dance just like in the movies.
No Man Is A Blog
Some years or more in another life
With too much time full of agony and strife
He could fill a page with venomous rhymes
Not worry about smiles or alpabetical crimes.
The words mounted on page and in mind
The vitriol spilled and spread like a vine.
Away from the blog the words stayed refusing
To walk away from someone so eager in using
The darkness in type that when read could infect
The heart of a soul so far from perfect.
Words can hurt and burrow deep.
They can pierce like an arrow making grown men weep.
So think before you type you bloggers so cult
If you want them to listen inspire not insult
With too much time full of agony and strife
He could fill a page with venomous rhymes
Not worry about smiles or alpabetical crimes.
The words mounted on page and in mind
The vitriol spilled and spread like a vine.
Away from the blog the words stayed refusing
To walk away from someone so eager in using
The darkness in type that when read could infect
The heart of a soul so far from perfect.
Words can hurt and burrow deep.
They can pierce like an arrow making grown men weep.
So think before you type you bloggers so cult
If you want them to listen inspire not insult
Saturday, 8 January 2011
Case for the Guilty
You only get one chance, to be who you should be.
To stand up for decisions you made, to not be consigned to history.
For in that split second, between deciding yay or nay.
You have a chance to make amends, to not just be there today.
We are here for so sweet a moment, so long spent in the dark
Wouldn't you rather make dreams come true, than break every bodies heart.
It doesn't take much, no, really it doesn't, to make one person smile
So why should it be so hard, to do it more than once in a while?
You Tosser!
To stand up for decisions you made, to not be consigned to history.
For in that split second, between deciding yay or nay.
You have a chance to make amends, to not just be there today.
We are here for so sweet a moment, so long spent in the dark
Wouldn't you rather make dreams come true, than break every bodies heart.
It doesn't take much, no, really it doesn't, to make one person smile
So why should it be so hard, to do it more than once in a while?
You Tosser!
Heart's Bound To A Freeway
Sweet Little Gal
You stole all my heart
Swept it up in open land
Then sent away the dark
... And you kept it.
My heart's bound to a Freeway
Around a corner I cannot see.
On a road I cannot travel alone
So glad it's you and me
Darling Little Gal
You saw into my dreams
Sent my terrors packing
And left just the Sun's bright streams
... And you loved it.
My heart's bound to a Freeway
Around a corner I cannot see
On a road I cannot travel alone
So glad I have chance to be
Pretty Little Gal
With your eyes on all but me
What changed within a heartbreak
Spoiled our harmony?
... And you knew it.
My heart's bound to a Freeway.
Around a corner I cannot see
Was a obstruction to our love
An obstruction I'm bound to be
... And I blew it.
You stole all my heart
Swept it up in open land
Then sent away the dark
... And you kept it.
My heart's bound to a Freeway
Around a corner I cannot see.
On a road I cannot travel alone
So glad it's you and me
Darling Little Gal
You saw into my dreams
Sent my terrors packing
And left just the Sun's bright streams
... And you loved it.
My heart's bound to a Freeway
Around a corner I cannot see
On a road I cannot travel alone
So glad I have chance to be
Pretty Little Gal
With your eyes on all but me
What changed within a heartbreak
Spoiled our harmony?
... And you knew it.
My heart's bound to a Freeway.
Around a corner I cannot see
Was a obstruction to our love
An obstruction I'm bound to be
... And I blew it.
Friday, 7 January 2011
Literally, Cooling Towers
Who do you think I am, Tom Petty or someone?
I'm not a man who takes cooling towers lightly.
Who are you again, Norman Wisdom or someone?
I'm not a man who takes plastic literally.
What do you think I am, a Lego piece or something?
I'm not a man who takes cooling towers literally.
I'm not a man who takes cooling towers lightly.
Who are you again, Norman Wisdom or someone?
I'm not a man who takes plastic literally.
What do you think I am, a Lego piece or something?
I'm not a man who takes cooling towers literally.
Basic Fuck Off To Her
I find the fact you want to be friends funny
On that basis, I give us exactly 57 words from here.
I guess you'd like a spare shoulder to cry on too.
You know, the one you found yourself dislocated from?
Or how about the ear you liked to breathe your insecurities into
Are you non-receptive to that too?
I'm blind to you.
You don't exist, and if the truth be told
You never really did.
On that basis, I give us exactly 57 words from here.
I guess you'd like a spare shoulder to cry on too.
You know, the one you found yourself dislocated from?
Or how about the ear you liked to breathe your insecurities into
Are you non-receptive to that too?
I'm blind to you.
You don't exist, and if the truth be told
You never really did.
Align My Heart
Put a pin in a place
Where you think I am in this world.
Give me a second
And I'll be somewhere else.
Put a knife in a place
Where you think it might get hidden
Give me a second
Until I can align my heart.
Put a world in a place
Where you know it'll be forgiven
Give me a lifetime
And I'll make myself someone else.
Where you think I am in this world.
Give me a second
And I'll be somewhere else.
Put a knife in a place
Where you think it might get hidden
Give me a second
Until I can align my heart.
Put a world in a place
Where you know it'll be forgiven
Give me a lifetime
And I'll make myself someone else.
Monday, 3 January 2011
The Thing You Can
I waltzed along the river past you, the oxbow of life.
The swallows not Amazons all laughed as they travelled too far.
And you with your boundaries formed over time with turns
Couldn't see past the edge of the grass.
I once thought like you with ripples
I once saw no further than trees
I now see the end of no boundaries
As I drift on a beautiful sea.
I long to walk in the forest and hear of the things the Owls say
I know that I can and I could
And when I see you through the trees with their leaves on
I know that I will and you would
These treetops that see past forever, where you can only dream
And I can only climb on on a limb
And hope that I see what I seem
The swallows not Amazons all laughed as they travelled too far.
And you with your boundaries formed over time with turns
Couldn't see past the edge of the grass.
I once thought like you with ripples
I once saw no further than trees
I now see the end of no boundaries
As I drift on a beautiful sea.
I long to walk in the forest and hear of the things the Owls say
I know that I can and I could
And when I see you through the trees with their leaves on
I know that I will and you would
These treetops that see past forever, where you can only dream
And I can only climb on on a limb
And hope that I see what I seem
2011 (a preview)
I am not a mystic, I am not Anthony Carr, I cannot see around corners, I have no idea whatsoever of the horrors or indeed the marvels that 2011 will or will not bring.
You have, yet again come to the wrong place.
When will you learn that The TW is not a place for those demanding answers to questions you yourself have no control over, go somewhere else, or perhaps Tweet your tedious questions to someone with more paitience, go now you have offended me.
You have, yet again come to the wrong place.
When will you learn that The TW is not a place for those demanding answers to questions you yourself have no control over, go somewhere else, or perhaps Tweet your tedious questions to someone with more paitience, go now you have offended me.
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