Favourite Lyrics

[Lurid Sorcerer]

Brand New
"Guernica"


Ever since I was young your word is the word that always won.
Worry and wake the ones you love.
A phone call I'd rather not receive.
Please use my body while I sleep.
My lungs are fresh and yours to keep,
Kept clean and they will let you breathe.

Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?
I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind.

Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like these,
so I sat alone and waited out the night.
The best part of what has happened was the part I must have missed.
So I'm asking you to shine it on and stick around.
I'm not writing my goodbyes.

I submit no excuse.
If this is what I have to do
I owe you every day I wake.
If I could I would shrink myself
and sink through your skin to your blood cells
and remove whatever makes you hurt
but I am too weak to be your cure.

Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?
I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind.

Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like these,
so I sat alone and waited out the night.
The best part of what has happened was the part I must have missed.
So I'm asking you to shine it on and stick around.
I'm not writing my goodbyes.
I'm not letting you check out.
You will beat this starting now
and you will always be around.
I'm there to monitor your breathing
I will watch you while you're sleeping.
I will keep you safe and sound.
Does anybody remember back when you were very young.
Did you ever think that you would be this blessed?

[DrukenHammer]

Invalid Litter Dept. by At the Drive-In

Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies
That had knocked the pins down
As their shoes gripped the dirt floor
In the silhouette of dying

Dancing on the corpses ashes

Yeah, they had plans for him
They had spun the last of the pimps
Polyester, satin nailed jewelery lips
While the guillotine just slapped again

Dancing on the corpses ashes

And the paramedics fell into the wound
Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
An anesthetic penance beneath
The hail of the contraband

Dancing on the corpses ashes

Clawed my way
Nails broke and fell
Into the
Wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well, wishing well
(x2)

They had defected and been excommunicated
And all the pulses were subverted
And they made sure that the obituaries
Showed pictures of smoke stacks

Dancing on the corpses ashes

A vivid dissection that mocked
The strut of vivisection
A semi-automatic colony
And a silencing that still walks the streets

Dancing on the corpses ashes

In the company of wolves
Was a stretcher made of
Cobblestone curfews
The federales perform
Their custodial customs quite well

Dancing on the corpses ashes

Clawed my way
Nails broke and fell
Into the
Wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well, wishing well
(x4)

Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies
That had knocked the pins down
As their shoes lay dangling on dirt floor
In the silhouette of dying

Dancing on the corpses ashes

Yeah, they had plans for him
They had spun the last of the pimps
Polyester, satin nailed jewellery lips
While the guillotine just slapped again

Dancing on the corpses ashes

And the paramedics fell into the wound
Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
An anesthetic penance beneath
The hail of the contraband

Dancing on the corpses ashes

Clawed my way
Nails broke and fell
Into the
Wishing well, wishing well
Wishing well, wishing well
(x4)
On my way

Callous heels
Numbed in travel
Endless maps made
By their scalpels, scalpels
(x2)

[DrukenHammer]

I apprently can't avoid the double post...

I'm suprised no one else has put anything in here...

[Lurid Sorcerer]

You're right, that is a bit strange.

[Zain Winters]

Metallica - Motorbreath


Living and dying laughing and crying
Once you have seen it you will never
Be the same
Life in the fast lane is just how it seems
Hard and it is heavy dirty and mean

Motorbreath
Its how I live my life
I can't take it any other way
Motorbreath
The sign of living fast
It is going to take
Your breath away

Don't stop for nothing its full speed
Or nothing
I am taking down you know whatever it is
In my way
Getting your kicks as you are shooting
The line
Sending the shivers up and down your spine

Motorbreath
Its how I live my life
I can't take it any other way
Motorbreath
The sign of living fast
It is going to take
Your breath away

Those people who tell you not to
Take chances
They are all missing on what life is about
You only live once so take hold of the chance
Don't end up like others the same song
And dance

Motorbreath
Its how I live my life
I can't take it any other way
Motorbreath
The sign of living fast
It is going to take
Your breath away


Matchbox Twenty - Busted

I forget when the words were only words
She knows the party makes me nervous
In this stage we cant get hurt
Dont try to understand me

Were too cool to be alone
But, not too crazy to get busted

I found out one life just aint enough
I need another soul to feed on
Im the flame I cant get burnt
Im wholly understated

I found silence in this space
An on and off again attraction
I need such amazing grace
Heaven sweep me away
(chorus)
Love dont change, dont come around here
Dont wear my heart on your sleeve
Like a high school letter
Dont strain, cuz nothing ever comes from it
And the people weve become, well
Theyve never been the people who we are

I strap on one horse and prayed for luck
I dug another hole to bleed
I know exactly how this works
I need a new feel dirty

I dont need you crowding up my space
I just want to get inside you
You cant believe the heart you save
Giving something away
(chorus)
I dreamed that the world was crumbling down
We sat on my back porch and watched it
I dreamed that the buildings all fell down
We sat on my back porch and watched it
In my head I heard the sound
Like fifteen strangers dancing

But oh how I want you to know me
Oh how I want you to know me
Oh how I wish I was somebody else, baby
Oh how I wish you could own me
(chorus)

there happy?

[Eow]

"Sweetest Goodbye" by Maroon 5

Where you are seems to be
As far as an eternity
Outstretched arms open hearts
And if it never ends then when do we start?
I'll never leave you behind
Or treat you unkind
I know you understand
And with a tear in my eye
Give me the sweetest goodbye
That I ever did receive

Pushing forward and arching back
Bring me closer to heart attack
Say goodbye and just fly away
When you comeback
I have some things to say

How does it feel to know you never have to be alone
When you get home?
There must be someplace here that only you and I could go
So I can show you how I
Dream away everyday
Try so hard to disregard
The rhythm of the rain that drops
And coincides with the beating of my heart

I'll never leave you behind
Or treat you unkind
I know you understand
And with a tear in my eye
Give me the sweetest goodbye
That I ever, ever, ever did receive

[x2]
How does it feel to know you never have to be alone
When you get home?
There must be someplace here that only you and I could go
So I can show you how I feel

~~~~~
"A Little More" by Skillet

Love is all around you now
So take a hold
Hidden in our words
It sometimes ain't enough
Don't suffocate day after day
It's building up
Cause when you're feeling weak
You know I'm strong enough

Just one more day
One more day

Oh, let the world crash
Love can take it
Oh, let the world come crashing down
Oh, let the world crash
Love can take it
Love can take a little
Love can give a little more

Love is indestructible
So take a hold
Sometimes hard to find
A reason good enough
I'll stand beside you
Never leave through it all
And faith will bring a way
To the impossible

Just one more day
One more day

Oh, let the world crash
Love can take it
Oh, let the world come crashing down
Oh, let the world crash
Love can take it
Love can take a little
Love can give a little more

You can find me
You can find me
You can find me anywhere
Take a look over your shoulder
I'll be standing there
Standing there

Love is all around you now
So take a hold
And faith will bring a way
To the impossible

Just one more day
(You can find me, You can find me)
One more day
(You can find me anywhere) [2x]

Let the world crash
Love can take it
Oh, let the world come crashing down
Oh, let the world crash
Love can take it
Love can take a little
Love can take a little
Love can take a little
Love can give a little more
A little more

Take a little more
Take a little more

[Lurid Sorcerer]

"Pull Me Under" by Dream Theater

Lost in the sky
Clouds roll by and I roll with them
Arrows fly
Seas increase and then fall again

This world is spinning around me
This world is spinning without me
Every day sends future to past
Every breath leaves one less to my last

Watch the sparrow falling
Gives new meaning to it all
If not today nor yet tomorrow then some other day

Ill take seven lives for one
And then my only fathers son
As sure as I ever did love him
I am not afraid

This world is spinning around me
The whole world keeps spinning around me
All life is future to past
Every breath leaves me one less to my last

Pull me under pull me under
Pull me under Im not afraid
All that I feel in honor and spite
All I can do is set it right

Dust fills my eyes
Clouds roll by and I roll with them
Centuries cry
Orders fly and I fall again

This world is spinning inside me
The whole world is spinning inside of me
Every day sends future to past
Every step brings me closer to my last

Pull me under pull me under
Pull me under Im not afraid
Living my life too much in in the sun
Only until your will is done

[Child of Flame]

You see, I listen to songs for the music, not so much the lyrics. That's why I like the Chili Peppers so much. And their lyrics are mostly about sex. oops.

[Zain Winters]

ah ha!! a confession!!

[Child of Flame]

O.o nuh uh, I don't actually listen to them. nyah.

But if I had to choose a song for it's lyrics, one of them would be...

"Love Her" by Seether

I met a girl who hated the world - she used her body to sell her soul
Everytime they'd break her and pay - tear out her heart, and leave her in pain
I never found out how she survived all of the sadness she kept inside
I never found out how she could lie with a smile on her face,
and the scratches she'd hide

[Chorus:]
You could love her if you paid, you could have her everyday
You could love her if you prayed, you could have her every way

Down on her knees, she wept on the floor - this hopeless life she wanted no more
Dead in her mind and cold to the bone - she opened her eyes and saw she was alone
She never found out how much I tried - all of the sadness she kept made me blind
She never found out how much I cried - the rope so tight on the night that she died...

[Chorus]

I never found out how she survived - a life lived in lies is a life of denial
I never found out how she could lie - with a smile on her face and the darkness inside

[Chorus x2]

[DrukenHammer]

As far as Seether's concerned (besides a reference to Veruca Salt which I doubt anyone is going to get...) I'm more of a "Driven Under" and "Fine Again"... plus the video for Fine Again inspired the fukkin awesome but regrettably since emo-fied peoplewithsigns.com

"Not Even the Trees" by Hootie & the Blowfish

Alone as I sit and watch the trees
Won't you tell me if I scream will they bend down and listen to me
And it makes me wonder if I know the words will you come
Or will you laugh at me
Or will I run
Little boy says to me,
"Where you goin' now son"
I said, "I don't know where I'm goin' boy
I only know where I'm from"
And it makes me wonder
If the stars shine when my eyes close
Or does my brothers heart cry
I don't know
I'm a stranger in my home
Now that everybody's gone
Someone please talk to me
Cause I feel you cry
And you're sitting with him
And I know I'll never see you again
Lying down in Charleston under the Carolina sky
You see I'm tired of feeling this pain
I'm tired of living my own little lie
And it makes me wonder
When I see you in my dreams
Does it mean anything
Are you trying to talk to me
I'm a stranger in my home
Tell me are you feeling alone
Someone tell me what to do
'Cause I'm feeling strong
And I wonder how you feel
Do you realize my pain is for real
I see you in my dreams
And I wonder if you're looking down at me
And smiling right now
I wanna know if it's true
When he looks at me
Won't you tell me
Does he realize he came down here
And he took you too soon
And now my days are short an my nights are long
I lay down with memories of you keep that keep me going on, going on
It makes me wonder as I sit and stare
Will I see your face again
Tell me, do you care
I'm a stranger in my home
Living life on my own
Right now I just can't see
'Cause i'm feeling weak
And my sould begins to bleed
And no one is listening to me, not even the trees

"Question Everything" by 8stops7

Ever since I was a child
You always said that I should understand the rules
You take some and give less
Sit high above the rest...don't you

As I ask a simple question
Cuts me off with his reply
He's been practicing for decades
Now he thinks I have the time
He flows in and out of riddles
Looking me straight in the eye
But it seems like something's missing
From the days when he was more my size

Chorus:
Ten years older and I've finally found my pride
This old man comes rolling home to die
Old feelings make it hard to decide
Just what it means to me

Everything exists 'tween black and white
You can twist and distort the most blatant of lies
Or just offer up solutions
Practiced only in your mind
I lost half my life to wisdom
So forgive me if I

Come off sounding bitter
If my words push you away
If I seem surprised to see you
Lying here in front of me
Just consider what you're asking
And give me a little time
I'm still having trouble breathing
Cuz up to now I've never seen you cry

(Chorus)

No son of mine Should I be sleeping
No son of mine As if you never understood
That I don't need your help
Don't have to save me from myself
Or take me out to prove
That I should live my life like you

As I ask a simple question
Cuts me off with his reply
He's been practicing for decades
But I am listening this time
He flows in and out of riddles
Stories change without the wine
But at least he seems much clearer on
How it feels to be my size

(Chorus)

Ten years older and I've finally found my pride
This old man comes rolling home to die
Old feelings ma

"Hands on the Bible" by Local H.
Hands on the Bible
scared like a child
God holds you liable
for what you've done

homicidal
stared down your idols
a pretty baby
never born

you cant believe it
you didnt mean it
but they saw you do it
and they know your name

rats in the attic
toys in the cellar
she's an addict
he wants to learn

hands on the bible
egomaniacal
as you screw yourself into oblivion
worn and faded
stoned and jaded
you'll have to face it
on your own
smashed on the pavement
stunned in amazement
everything you make comes crawling back to you

you can't believe it
you didn't mean it
but they saw you do it
and they know your name

so hands on the bible
scared like a child
God holds you liable
for what you've done

homicidal
stared down your idols
a pretty baby never to be born

you can't pretend that you dont know the reasons
for the REPENT at your side
hands on the bible
hands on the bible
hands on the bible
hands on the bible

"The Day I Tried to Live" by Soundgarden
I woke the same as any other day
Except a voice was in my head
It said seize the day, pull the trigger,
Drop the blade
And watch the rolling heads

The day I tried to live
I stole a thousand beggar's change
And gave it to the rich

The day I tried to win
I dangled from the power lines
And let the martyrs stretch
Singing

One more time around
Might do it
One more time around
Might make it
One more time around
Might do it
One more time around
The day I tried to live

Words you say never seem
To live up to the ones
Inside your head
The lives we make
Never seem to ever get us anywhere
But dead

The day I tried to live
I wallowed in the blood and mud with
All the other pigs

I woke the same as any other day you know
I should have stayed in bed

The day I tried to win
I wallowed in the blood and mud with
All the other pigs

And I learned that I was a liar
Just like you

"Apparations" by the Matthew Good Band
Say hello
Remain
Close to me
No good-bye suicide mystery

The rat
In your brain
Turns a wheel
Connected to your guts and
All your faults are in me
And all your faults in me

What would you say
If we lived on TV
Besides all the things they told you to
And all the things they told you to

We're stuck
Inside our own machine
Apparitions

Say hello
Well is it strange
Where you are
Where you used to be kind of free
Are they laughing at you
Laughing at you

The rat
In your brain
Rules the world
From the comfort of your living room
Tell me are we leaving soon
The comfort of your living room
Tell me are we leaving soon

We're stuck
Inside our own machine
Apparitions

We're stuck
Inside our own machine
Apparitions

"One Chance" by Modest Mouse
We have one chance.
One chance to get everything right.
We have one chance, one chance.
And if we're lucky we might.

My friends, my habits, my family,
they mean so much to me.
I just don't think that it's right.
I've seen so many ships sail in,
just to head back out again and go off sinking.

I'm just a box in a cage. I'm just a box in a cage.
I'm just a box, just a box in a cage.
I'm just a box, just a box in a cage.
I'm just a box, just a box in a cage.
I'm just a box in a cage.

Didn't mean to laugh, didn't know I had.
Didn't know the better part of what you said
cuz in your head you are not home.

Didn't get the joke. Didn't mean to poke another,
just to save myself
from some something something or another one.
Well walk home.

I'm just a box in a cage. I'm just a box in a cage.
I'm just a box, just a box in a cage.
I'm just a box in a cage.

I'm just a box, just a box in a cage.
I'm just a box, just a box in a cage.
I'm just a box in a cage.

We have one chance,
one chance to get everything right.
My friends, my habits, my family,
they mean so much to me.
I just don't think that it's right.
I've seen so many ships sail in,
just to head back out again and go off sinking.

Music wise, I find myself stuck... I find the pacing and playing of many bands, even your "screamo emo" bands, great (just find a way to get rid of those damn vocals!) I like pace changes (Dinosaur Jr. - Feel the Pain) I like a bit of string thrown in sometimes (Much of Silverchair's Neon Ballroom album, Metallica's S&M, Theory of a Deadman - The Last Song) I also like feedback. Which is why Hum is fucking awesome, and the song Stars should be required listening by law.

By the way... Brand New does not count in the above screamo column because if you pay attention, you can hear a very mature band. The beginnings that were on Deja Entandu have become revelations on The Devil and God... But there is still a sense of criticism from within. The name Brand New plays on the idea that they felt they didn't sound original. Deja Entandu translates ro "Heard Before", and all the songs on the album where given exteremly long names, another criticism of their peers.

In another unrelated note... The best album concept as far as naming songs and the album goes was the Sigur Ros album in which none of the songs were named, and the closest thing to a title for the album was an image that resembled a set of parentheses.

[Zain Winters]

haha i love this song...

Faith No More "Surprise! Your Dead!"


Surprise! you're dead!
Ha ha! open your eyes
See the world as it used to be when you used to be in it
When you were alive and when you were in love
And when I took it from you!
It's not over yet
You don't remember?
I won't let you forget
The hatred I bestowed
Upon your neck with a fatal blow
From my teeth and my tongue
I've drank and swallowed, but it's just begun
Now you are mine
I'll keep killing you until the end of time
Surprise! you're dead!
Guess what?
It never ends...
The pain, the torment and torture, profanity
Nausea, suffering, perversion, calamity
You can't get away

and i love this song so much i got the music video for it ^^!

video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5001928292650963180&q=faith+no+more+surprise+your+dead&total=58&start=0&num=10&so=0&type=search&plindex=0

and this song rules too

Faith No More "The Gentle Art of Making Enemies"

The words are so familiar -
all the same greats, the same mistakes
It doesn't have to be like this.

If you don't make a friend, now
One might make you -
So learn
The gentle art of making enemies

Don't look so surprised
Happy birthday...Fucker
Blow that candle out,
We're gonna kick you

(Don't say you're not because you are)
(Don't say you're not because you are)
(History tells us that you are)
(History tells us that you are)

All you need is just one more excuse
You put up one hell of a fight
I wanna hear your very best excuse
Never felt this much alive

Your day has finally come -
So wear the hat and do the dance
And let the suit keep wearing you.

This year you'll sit and take it
And you will like it -
It's the gentle art of making enemies

I deserve a reward
Cuz I'm the best fuck that you ever had
And if I tighten up my hole -
You may never see the light again

(There's always an easy way out)
(There's always an easy way out)
(You need something wet in your mouth)
(You need something wet in your mouth)

Never felt this much alive

got bored so found an alright live vid of it ^^

video.google.com/videoplay?docid=6723434143847519972&q=faith+no+more+the+gentle+art+of+making+enemies&total=25&start=0&num=10&so=0&type=search&plindex=1

oh oh and how could i forget this one..

Faith No More "Epic"


Can you feel it ,see it, hear it today?
If you can't, then it doesn't matter anyway
You will never understand it cuz it happens too fast
And it feels so good, it's like walking on glass
It's so cool, it's so hip, it's alright
It's so groovy, it's outta sight
You can touch it, smell it, taste it so sweet
But it makes no difference cuz it knocks you off your feet
You want it all but you can't have it
It's cryin', bleedin', lying on the floor
So you lay down on it and you do it some more
You've got to share it, so you dare it
Then you bare it and you tear it
You want it all but you can't have it
It's in your face but you can't grab it
It's alive, afraid, a lie, a sin
It's magit, it's tragic, it's a loss, it's a win
It's dark, it's moist, it's a bitter pain
It's sad it happened and it's a shame
You want it all but you can't have it
It's in your face but you can't grab it
What is it?
It's it
What is it?...

and yet again another vid of this song for you all as well

video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-7007298197405806639&q=faith+no+more+epic&total=199&start=0&num=10&so=0&type=search&plindex=0
haha i request you guys watch the epic video because the ending is just beautiful..and for the fish in that vid that helped start the whole animal rights thing just like ozzy biteing all those bats and doves just some freebase info for you all ^^

[Lurid Sorcerer]

Street Sweeper Social Club: "Promenade"

Studio: www.youtube.com/watch?v=uNbLSVyO6LQ
Live (w/ epic solo): www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYfuNpGOOu0

Well I got a new kinda squaredance rap
Gon talk smack
Flash my gat
I’m finna spit and hold my dick
And heat shit up like a thermostat
Grab your partner by the chaps
Give your partner a pimp-slap
To symbolize the ghetto trap
Step to the right
Give three claps
Kids jam-packed in tenement shacks
Ain’t shit cookin on the stove but crack
This is the bat this hell begat
Cuz bosses are cleptomaniacs

Two by two
Promenade
Duck from a B1 bomber raid
Ain’t bout the plans Osama made
Banks get paid off petrol trade
Circulate
Dosey-do
How much cash could a o-z grow?
Til all are fed and all have beds
My skin is Black
My star is red

FBI comin round the outside
Which one of us finna die tonight?
Is we finna fight over crumbs to bite
or make a whole muthafuckin world ignite?
Everybody throw them bows
Right upside your partner’s nose
By now you’ve got bloody clothes
Crabs in the barrel
so the story goes
think of all their savage acts
grabbin scratch from average cats
bureaucrats with strings attached
walk in place
light the match

Two by two
Promenade
Duck from a B1 bomber raid
Ain’t bout the plans Osama made
Banks get paid off petrol trade
Circulate
Dosey-do
How much cash could a o-z grow?
Til all are fed and all have beds
My skin is Black
My star is red

Everybody get down low
Bout the level of your toes
These dance moves we usually do
Are not the ones that we have chose
Grab on to that beat and grind
Try your best to stay alive
We can run
We can’t hide
Might as well just stay and fight

Two by two
Promenade
Duck from a B1 bomber raid
Ain’t bout the plans Osama made
Banks get paid off petrol trade
Circulate
Dosey-do
How much cash could a o-z grow?
Til all are fed and all have beds
My skin is Black
My star is red

[Lurid Sorcerer]

Street Sweeper Social Club: "100 Little Curses"

Studio: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Njb4Ro_Q-oU
Live: www.youtube.com/watch?v=dtfItNVPM8Y

May you tumble and fall down your grand marble stairway
May that caviar pâté you were eating block your airway
May your manservant deliver the Heimlich with honor
May this make you vomit on your Dolce Gabbana
May your wife’s worried face show a horrific expression
May you realize she’s not worried - that’s just Botox injections
May all the commotion cause to crash your chandelier
And propel into your rear
It’s sharp diamonds from DeBeers
May your Ferrari break down
May your chauffer get high
And smash up your stretch Rolls up on Rodeo Drive
Off the breaking backs of others is where you got all your bucks
Til we make the revolution
I just hope your life sucks

All my people in the place put your fist in the air
All my down muthafuckas get up outta your chairs
All my real down peoples we got love for you here
cept for that muthafuckas right there
get em

May your Champagne not bubble
May your pinot be sour
May that white stuff you snortin be 96 percent flour
May the famous rapper you bring to your daughter’s sweet 16
Get some pride and walk out
As if born with a spleen
May the death squads you hire be bad with instructions
And by mistake be at your mansion with the street sweepers bustin
May this make your party guests forsake their white Russians
And dive behind the Jimmy Martin
Cryin and cussin
May your chef be off pissin in the bisque in the kitchen
May I assume your autobiography is filed under fiction
Cuz off the breakin backs of others is where you got all your cash
Til we make the revolution
I hope your life sucks ass

All my people in the place put your fist in the air
All my down muthafuckas get up outta your chairs
All my real down peoples we got love for you here
cept for that muthafuckas right there
get em

[Zain Winters]

you will get pissed me for this....THICK AS A BRICK! i challenge you to read it all!

Thick As A Brick
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper - your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter - your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today - and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born - and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll
make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him
to play Monopoly and
to sing in the rain.

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping - their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
all gone into service and
are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when
the old man's gone - do you want to be him? And
your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man
twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone - you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers and
your downy little sidies and
your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.

LATER.
See there! A man born - and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.

QUOTE
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.

LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- how's your granny and
good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night - and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of
your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression
the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red - while the fool
toasts his god in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
with
the blood of the fools and
the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
the wise man breaks wind and is gone while
the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
the nursery rhyme winds along.

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
the fool stood in his suit of armour or
the wiser man who rushes clear.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks and
show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall - writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.

OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.