Lyrical Off-cuts

Woman

woman the be all and end all, woman the sun rises and sets, woman the reason for being, woman...you who are all seeing.

Maybe

wake up and smell the coffee, rise from your bed, don't sleep in sleepy head.

make your breakfast, pour over the headlines, shower, brush teeth, dress 1st, check the time, check the time.

on the hamster wheel, in the rat race, another drone losing your place, read or crossword puzzle out, don't make a fuss or shout,

for God's sake spare us your moans, for pity's sake, aren't we all drones?

there's a place for us all here in life, there's a way out (somewhere),

I haven't quite figured it out.

commit to the work ethic, rise up through the ranks, tut, admonish banks,

earn an honest crust, holiday twice a year, worry over boom or bust,

check y' life, check our lives, for signs of life,

for joy in this time, for living free; without a care, daydreaming or how it could be?

for living just for today, to how much you get paid,

for sins that we all commit, for putting up with this bullshit,

forlorn and lost on the Circle Line, maybe we all are gulity of wasting time?

Void

Write this down, write this down,

Inspirational clocked,

Paint your mind: colours red and blue,

Paint your mind: yella and true.

Get it down, get it down,

Flotation in vacuum,

Wind, curtain loomed,

Etch your thoughts

In majors and minors,

In resonant discord.

Let the ale be pulled, let the real ale be pulled,

Sink it down, sink it down, sup it, strong.

Let the wine flow, let the red wine flow,

Drop it down, gone, go.

(CHORUS)

I was watching my own space fill,

I was tasting you, watching you fill,

I was touching the void and my heart beat still,

I was watching my void fill.

Blood on the tracks,

Fireworks, whiz bang, snaps,

Erudite, soulful slips, scuppered amidships.

Record it now, record it now,

Blossom notes by accident,

Take a note and indent,

Echo through time, echo through time, echo through time.

well well thought nought to brought sense of time wishes spent like broken spokes on a trike in a trice where would you now go where the love nest bourne born upon a wind that displaces to the 4 points on a compass + 4 more norwest Bristol echoes time in a burnt out Ford Sierra after being truncuated trashed to the listless under fed under nourished to top unt endo end of end of my friend.................................period

Whatever

Style over content,

Form over hi hat snip,

Bass kick, guitar lick.

The groove is the same, the groove is the same,

In whatever song.

Chopped and edited by luck,

The groove is the same, the groove is the same,

Bass boosted, treble echo schlock,

in whatever, whatever, whatever song.

Chorus willing,

Top billing,

Rich sounds filling, rich sounds filling,

The groove is the same, the groove is the same,

in whatever, whatever, whatever song.

Beat track, erotic rhythm,

The groove issues again,

The groove tight inflamed,

Beat track- image stockings.

In whatever, whatever song.

The beat breaks back and on,

the groove is the same, the groove is the same,

in whatever, whatever, whatever song.

Twas upon a golden sodden sea shore I found myself recounting past memories as they sprung- randomly- up in a brain knackered, I thought amongst a deluge of tired triggered thoughts: 'sea breeze, sea breeze, eat your greens and calm down'.

General misappropriated feeling of being lost- scenery is Bristol not that lost I guess. Up high in an archetypal building. Open window that is nearly ripped off frame through wind outside; the elements are reclaiming the land. Then cut to a person being murdered by being stabbed through the heart with a kitchen knife. Disturbia.........

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This talk of recession

Is boring me to the point

Of deep, dark, depression.

This crunch of times, oh my!

It’s another low (again!)

It’s all bad, it’s life, it’s lies!

Wanted to write a political ream,

Wanted to live a chattering class dream,

Wanted to be part of the crowd,

But a bog of silage was all I found.

(CHORUS)

The whispers ‘n’ clattering classes,

The wasted opportunities,

The docile overfed masses.

Would you like to meet? Would you like to meet?

Find in your h-area now? Find in your area how?

Would you like to meet? WLTM LOL hell LOL hell.

Who am I in it all?

‘Just a little man with a job to do.’ That’s all.

Who am I to say right or wrong?

Just a little/big man with no axe to grind,

Just a little/big man with no peace of mind.

A political wish, stand firm glorious,

A song to carrion, rally, call, crawled,

In a time, nay, illustrious,

In another world, this one stalled.

(CHORUS)

To ending where we are poor,

To failed political swan song sworn,

To this my feeble attempt,

To this manifesto unkempt.

(CHORUS)

Rock Chick

Rock chick, rock on,

Rock chick, turn- twist!

Holy, holy, holy,

What a show,

Holy, holy, holy,

Gotta rock and roll!

You sup, you duck,

You twist, you- ah- bliss.

You pop and pill up,

You rock, you don’t stop.

Rock chick, you so hip,

Rock chick, come on shout,

Rock chick, totally- you’s fit!

Rock chick, what a ‘bout it?

‘In the Holiest of Holy’s.’

Art thou the next trick?

Art thou but a rock chick?

Independent, solvent,

Creative, all spent,

Usage abuse,

Givin’ them the good news,

Radical, Espanola,

(you know you wanna)

(Cue- difficult guitar solo)

El ingratiate,

El tiff, distortion,

Hum- hummer amp’

Deliberate glitch,

Boy scratch that itch!

Go in prep’d

Or she’ll have your head.

Rock chick, rock chick. REPEAT

(Vox 2) I’m a slut for….

(Vox 3) Gotta work it!REPEAT

(Vox 4) Hey man, some bitch.

(Vox 5) Y’ reckon?

(CHORUS)

Dream of ex- where applicableread into- preceded by vampire-type weak storyline (based upon Dusk Till Dawn), staking out a cut&shut operation. Turn into a bat, quite enjoy that, flying about on the London Underground; avoiding daylight. Caroline doesn't enjoy being physically reprimanded....or does she? Another ex has a lesbian affair.

I peered into the disused building and discovered rat-like eyes

staring outwardly but fixed, as though they were dead. On closer inspection- or as my eyes got used to the gloom it was in fact hundreds upon hundreds of Steve Austin, Six Million Dollar Man 70's U.S. show, dolls piled up on top of one another. The question that bubbled in my mind....'just what were they doing there?'