i. if i was a crop circle

everyone is takin' each other's hands
and frolicking around
too distracted with their own plans
to hear the alarm sound

people are dying
people are screaming
while you are lying
sleeping and dreaming

wake up and go to hell
wake up and go to hell
can't you hear the bell?
you sit and rot and smell
wake up and go to hell
wake up and go to hell
when you realize all's not well
it's too late to save yourself

you don't understand everything
you don't have all the answers
you can never grasp the meaning
of what your own heart is saying
so how the hell could there be hope
to hear and help someone else
when everything means nothing
and we see nothing in ourselves?

you've got to learn how to ask why
you've got to live or fucking die
you've got to scream it at the sky
you've got to try and try and try

ii. pooka

invisible eyes of understanding
invincible lies of the mind
turn into real life on my commanding
make my life one of a kind

my future's waiting
for you to forcast
if i only knew
what lie ahead
and with my time in the present
i'd make peace with the past
i wouldn't fear the future
i'd take it over instead

invisible eyes of understanding
invincible lies of the mind
turn into real life on my commanding
make my life one of a kind

here we are in the here and now
there you are and i ask you how
how can i be what i wanna be?
how can you help me to make them see?
how can i hurt him and make her pay?
how can i make the most of the day?
how can i be a formidable one?
how can i shine as bright as the sun?

iii. slump

i think
you know how to dress
i think
i'm really impressed
i think
you should get undressed
i think
you're really the best

i think
i'm really fucked up
i'd drink
from a poison cup
to be
the breast on your lump
I think
I'm in a bit of a slump

iv. big gulp

move out find your own sweet home
find ye another place to roam
find a lover make some friends
get a family and children

sink or swim so best learn how
clock is tickin' time is now
party hardy have some fun
the fun has only just begun

put a smile on that ole face
there is never a second place
work damn hard for every dime
do your best all of the time

all grown up now you're a man
have a goal and mission plan
forget the pain that vexes you
when in hell, do as the hellmates do...

v. turbo

echo of a scream
eyes blinking fast
a bullet ricochets
future melds with past

peel protective layers
absorb the body heat
inhale the sacred scent
taste the tender meat

lost in his abyss
as far as eye can see
buried in your body
lost all trace of me

again, again, again, again
i'm ready, too long to wait
again, again, again, again
come on, fill my plate

clench onto the flesh
press against the skin
push into the hole
exploding fires within

vi. yankee sludge shampoo

vii. barren

oh the world is so barren
it's a lifeless desert
if ever you decide to walk it
better know you'll get hurt

strain your eyes, searching for mountain peaks
but you never find 'em playin' hide 'n' seek

oh my life is so barren
it's a hollow bubble
but i always try to fill it
with shit loads of trouble

viii. truffle shuffle

a penny saved ain't worth shit
a little behind so better quit
if you can't laugh at yourself, who can you laugh at?
spare the rod, make a spoiled brat

i'm a little naughty for naughty's sake
i try too hard to make mistakes
scoff at the world and dress to impress
hope for the worst, expect the best

ix. avant-garde

life isn't something avant-garde
life is a way that is tried and true
a cosmic play in which many have starred
but now it is me and now it is you

where's the light at the end of that tunnel?
where's the silver lining of that cloud?
why does my head bang against the brick walls?
why don't they hear when i scream out loud?
i decided there's no hope for mankind
there is no lesson he'll ever learn
he'll never find it in his heart to be kind
so he dives into hell to forever burn

do you still believe you can choose to hope?
do you still hope you can choose to believe?
and if you can't suspend your disbelief
are you then willing to will to deceive?
trooper of truth in a postmodern world
its flag a scarlet "A" for apathy
when they march all around, the flag unfurled
will they march all over you and me?

life isn't something avant-garde
it can never be anything new
many have died and many are scarred
but now there is me and now there is you

x. mortise the strike

your body itches, it might be crab lice
i'll scratch it for you if you like
but i'll never offer the same thing twice
i got to go, have to mortise the strike

cover to cover, chapter to chapter
writing your bio, section by section
a paragraph of pain, a line of laughter
on just what page do i enter in?

between your dockers and your doc martins
a sexy sock and a sweaty shin
crossing o'er to the sanitarium
your mysteries are making my head spin

trying to forget that tomato face
with smoke coming out of your nose and ears
don't try to repair, but instead replace
menacing stare kicks out the kid tears

who do you want in your home today?
captain kirk or christopher pike
klingons are coming and it isn't your day
break a leg and mortise the strike

xi. storm windows

you say you care, there's nothing you can do
and you are scared because i love you
you deny the fear and say you're my friend
but the only friendship here is what i send
lust has no say, but words of the repressed
i'm in your way and that makes me depressed
i try to confide and you misunderstand
where anger abides, so does quicksand

i've not been around, don't know what to do
you're loaded down because i love you
i'm burdened too, that's what you don't see
trying to turn into what you'd rather i be
instead of respect, an inequality
and you project all your anger at me
i want so much that you'll never give
that little touch for which i live

but you could never touch my tainted skin
you could never look me in the eyes
and if i asked you what you were feeling
you would shower me with lies
i could never touch your beautiful face
or hold you in my longing arms
i will never have a place
i think you think i mean you harm

xii. life of eric

exploration
through the fiery hearts and the dark black forests
if the world could be changed
we must first understand it
need to ask questions and seek solutions

stars are glowing in your eyes
futures built like log cabins
with much care and strong foundations
and ties that bind--family and friends
a dream is a goal, and a goal is reality
when you don’t get sidetracked

the air you breathe is composed of little sparkles of gold
the space between your shirt and chest, socks and shoes, jeans and...
your heart that sinks and makes you afraid...
the tears you cry when you realize you can’t give anymore...
walking slow with head down and slumped shoulders...
speaking casual and tentative, until ego builds and you attack

I know you no better than you know me
your handwriting, designer clothing, manner of speech say nothing
your love of Shakespeare and literature
your taste for alcohol and social gatherings
the suicide of your best friend’s father
who was more of a father to you than your own...

there was always beauty on the inside and out
you had a unique ability and desire to give of yourself
and for your friends, you went out of the way, as they’ve done for you
and with love and compassion, you gave me hope
and then stole it back like you needed it for yourself
and you left me here to cry a thousand oceans

xiii. no round trip

you should go ahead and cry
you have that need and right
i won't stand in your way
cos i don't wanna fight

close the door on this anger
cut the umbilical cord of pain
purpose to forge forward
in the wind and the rain

slosh
sink deep in the mudflow
criscross
the rise of the dead trees
voices
of the monsters from below
reaching
scaly claws grab for the knees

in the rapid whirlpool
of the swirling quicksand
the gods declared for you a fate so cruel
to journey to dark and distant lands
your body aches and hunger burns
exiled, cast from the ship
foreboding knowledge of no return
passport to hell...no round trip

xiv. no more words

no more words
I don’t know what the fuck to say

the heart cries, but it doesn’t speak
the strong survive, but I am weak

and it’s the deaf dumb kid
I got no more words to say
and even if I did
you wouldn’t hear them anyway

pouring my heart--spewing my soul
to the rim of emptiness from the deep black hole
there comes a time when everything means nothing
and everywhere is nowhere--it’s the last song i’ll sing

your mind holds the truth, but it’s buried in doubt
it’s got no more words to express it, but you gotta let it out
let it out, let it out, let it out, let it out, let it out!

it’s the deaf dumb fuck
lost the meaning of his life
but with a little luck
he’ll remember how to ride a bike

xv. boo-koo

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