summer is 'ere and its fookin fookin buzzin

in the 90's i thought nothing more could be done. it was boring. had all the fashion phases, invented everything, mourned the loss of 80's television and film, lost pleasant summertime and headed off to college. of course, I was only young(er). i hadnt even thought about dying. or that we were spinning on a big rock. that was only the beginning. i remember thinking it was boring. there was a time inbetween that vibe (up in smoke n stuff) and .........nanotechnology! chicken dippers! pollen count, radiation, hoover bags, carbon monoxide detector, polymers, bottled water, 10 euros, soggy tissues, soy sauce, masking tape, snacks, eat half and put it back, half smiles, sweat, and finally... rapid response.

i miss the 80's. being a kid was fun then. now i cant even talk to a kid. awful awkward.
it looks darn nice outside, in an hour and a half i'll be allowed out anyway.

geeaaar its fookin buzzin in ere. phones buss'd like mad, oh i could a chilled white wine. (Please dont talk whilst eating, or stuffing)

tunes
easy star all stars (only in sunshine)
third rock from the sun
martha wainwright
janis
sonic youth-sister

i am not an activist

food is power

industry, industrial faries, head dangle down and feet tied up. Floor removed and poured to an end.
Apathy, too much apathy. It was the first conversation we ever had.
Triangle motion and a grid costs money, you are the reason for this situation and most situations. spied a strife, couldn’t see a way through. They now all queue to talk to a machine but the machine will never reply. Friendly fisherman gone, replaced by recycle bin. Mass harvest spun, millions of nameless faces. Your food is power, its grace and elegance mask the tale. The journey to your table. And they all cheer, they barbeque and the stench of death fills the air. Rotting flesh charred and fed in brazil. Brought a million miles to get to you. Many contradictions, wrong doings and oblivion. Saturday night television and curries. Not a second thought, just to live, just to get on with it. Green tea leaves, chickpeas, spring greens. Everything is guilty. Your food is commitment to a higher number. what selfish love.

Thinly sliced fillet of chicken with Roquefort sauce - Sautéed potatoes
Pork Filet Mignon with Onions - Dauphiné oven baked potatoes
Skate wing with Capers - Steamed potatoes
Burgundy beef Fondue - Lettuce

W.R.O.N.G

whats the fukkin difference?

Pinch of salt please. But read and weep. Canteen is gone, pinch of salt pinch of salt. Grass is tough and something you smoke. Pear juice runs down my arm and bugs swarm. Shelling out cash at yesterday's expense, drink my sorrows but cant quite make it. Money is tight, and the more the tighter, the tramp got greedy, said times were hard. Night goes fast when old and tired.night is dead on its arse. More words would flow had I not choked on awkward air, so sit back and openly stare. I stare back. So drink the journey on its head, escape some more blues. 2 bottles down. Chronic. Competition/Conversation....dead on its arse, dead dead.

stooges, you just ate your last one

Meat meal £10.60, I ate two and felt disgusted just couldn’t stop. Just thinking about meat meals, saturations pouring in. water pouring in you stupid man. Kenny kicked out all his kids. kids starving in the countryside. Silent radio seeping through car roof, waiting in the telephone queue. And George had a feast and kept his wife, her insides rotting and filled. The face she deserved with her unkind words, her time kept wasting. Silent movie played with eerie tune, sipping earl grey next to dark full moon. Her bitter taste kept them guessing. Next to the window a cornflake girl reading the headlines, latest from cruel world. This is your nurse here, ive come to help. Ive come to listen to your deathly fears. This is your nurse, I kindly soul, and such a wonder I exist yeah? I just have to exist to soothe you. Makes me glow yeah.
I could never eat meat again, gone all creative under tunsten lighting. Come to me with messages.
Breaktime peach. Gone to the bank. This is your captain, I will steer your lost soul. This is you soaking, mites passing within, a drum roll please. I deserve at least one of those, don’t i?
Like the child you
Said bye, it was strange to see.
Ran as fast away just like you
Sever, sever and protect.
Holiday at once in humidity rising
Whilst I am collapsing in silence
And at dawn your song played.
(Compassion wasted on you when you don’t even care)
Handsome ugly ginger giant
Wept into a newspaper tissue
At stories told of ancient riot
The lies gleaming from glowing screen
His lies caught the sun.
Quiet iron man, and spinach.

temptation

Order from the workforce request.
Upstairs, downstairs. Swallowing co2. leave on time. Goose pimpled, setting clean, making new slates. Wine gums, cookies, always insisting we do this, we do that. Bark like efficient dogs, cry like brats. Take time back cos it aint running out quick enough right now. It seems so hot and feels so cold, I warm near the oven and watch by the window. Sounding like a piece of tin, the effort of getting out the in; and including the feelings of the whole world it seems on my shoulders; in my brain. Unopened book just sitting there. dust is filling the room, and my lungs. Unopened anwers. A man given into guilt, publicly embarassed, he did what he was told. He was bad. He went red on the television.
The joy disappeared, we were fitted with chips and pinned down. We ate chips to fill our arteries with junk, will their beds fill quick enough. Will their hearts turn cold on us? Its already freezing. When the smiles crack it seems so wonderful, we are reassured and humble. We are alone in our minds and we don’t even realise. I cannot even see outside these eyes. Really. I only see myself in you.
See I started far too late and I kept it all inside.

Music:

jimi hendrix let the good times roll
can halleluwja
white wedding
pig will not
you cant quit me baby
..and we dont wanna fight tonight... du du du

downwards go

Look down as you climb and you wont see the fall, a courageous move or a downward turn. Arrived yesterday to impress you all with a smile that went a whole long way. But secretly I always knew my moves wouldn’t pay off. I stuck my foot right in and you watched me squirm. I left defeated, a downward turn.
Woman you mooch around your showroom and like a moth, sitting by the lights to feed your need for entertainment. You had no time for us cos you gave it all to childhood. Woman, you did dream of pretty clothes, your girls in high heels with a gentleman. Weird overcame them and guilt burned til they couldn’t speak, and the silence was sickening. The last one left, slammed the door hard. Slammed the door on all of them. But the guilt was still burning.
So Friday comes and I'll go to pour drink in my face until I cant remember why I came. And why the summer is always colder. Well, I tried to impress you all and now I have to let it go. The bus was full of young screams, digital cameras, on their way to the city. The bag was full of organic apples, dog biscuits. Kids running from dogs, dogs in trucks. I was scared of the dogs.
I wont talk to the woman, there really is no use. Just carry on smiling, and drinking at the weekend.

I'm lovin it

Hell
I'm loving it
but a shameful scam you showed our kids
they cried into their fastfood
it was yesterday's news

a silent river for silent killer
and a hammer came down
with no where to run
we taunted all day
until it was done

damn chillis
they aint even hot
and go
cos i can bearly wait
rich bean
you get a job
get some clothes together
or perish in this stormy weather

THE MISSING LINK
IN THIS BIG OL' CHAIN
IS A BIG OL' STAIN
LIKE YOU

oh miss i am
i'm stronger than this
and i'll go to the end
still making that wish

amen brother amen