I don't write poetry but I do write songs. It stands to reason that songs make almost no sense without the music. Nevertheless I have chosen to reprint some of my songs here to amuse those of you with too much time on your hands.
A ROSE IS A ROSE CULT STATUS DAY IN, DAY OUT MALBORO MAN WORD TRIPPIN’ RUN SILVER BULLET THE PLAN VIVA BABY WATER WHERE THE BUFFALOES ROAM CLOSE YOUR EYES
HOW OPEN MUST I BE FOR YOU TO SEE WHAT’S INSIDE OF ME
I BELIEVE IN YOUR LOVE AND SEX IN LARGE DOSES
WITH YOUR NEUROSIS
I BELIEVE IN YOUR MIND AND THE RHYME THAT UNWINDS
IN THE TIME THAT IS MINE
ALL THAT I FEEL AND ALL THAT I THINK
WOULD GO IN A BLINK IF I THOUGHT IT WEREN’T REAL
BUT I BLINK AND I BLINK, AND I THINK AND I THINK
YET A ROSE IS A ROSE
AND WHAT’S REAL IS REAL
I SAW A BLIND MAN DYING IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
I SAW A BLIND MAN DYING IN A STATE OF FRIGHT
HIS EYES WERE BLEEDING AS HE FELL INTO THE LIGHT.
I SAW A PILLAR OF SALT THAT SPOKE IN MANY TONGUES
I SAW A PILLAR OF SALT THAT SPOKE OF THE CHOSEN ONE
IT SPOKE OF THE DAY IT WAS CAUGHT BY THE LIGHT OF THE SUN.
I SAW A DOG WHOSE BACK WAS BROKEN BY THE WEIGHT OF A MAN
I SAW A DOG THAT WAS SENT TO LABOUR WITH BROKEN HANDS
I CRAWLED INTO THE GUTTER WITH THE DOG IN SOME FOREIGN LAND.
I SAW THE INSIDE OF A TOWER TO AN IDOL THAT WAS HOLLOW
I FELT THE PRESENCE OF THE MIND OF A BEING THAT WAS SHALLOW
I FELT NO URGE TO PACK MY BAGS AND FOLLOW.
FALLING FROM GRACE TO BE REAL
TOO AFRAID TO BE GODS
LIVING INSIDE OF A DREAM
IS THE CLOSEST WE GOT
WE DREAM OF BECOMING
MORE THAN LIMITING FLESH
WE FIND OURSELVES WANDERING
EVER CLOSER TO DEATH
ALONE IN OUR DILEMMA
IT’S TOO MUCH TO BEAR
AVOIDING DECISIONS
TURN THIS MATTER TO AIR
THIS IS THE ERA OF THE BLOODSHOT EYE
MY FRIDGE IS EMPTY AND I DON’T KNOW WHY
NO ONE TOLD ME ‘BOUT THIS INTERNET DEAL
YOU’RE MY CYBERPUNK BABY AND YOU’RE ALMOST REAL
MY TEACHER SAYS HE WANTS A STEADY JOB
"THE SCHOOL IS EMPTY AND THERE IS NO GOD"
THESE TV DINNERS TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
MY HERO DIED IN THE USA
I SAT AND PLAYED WITH MY CRUISE CONTROL
CHANNEL SURFING ON MY TV ALL DAY
THE CARTOON CHANNELS SEEM TO HIT THE SPOT
THE POLITICIANS JUST CRACK ME UP
THE BAG LADY WITH THE EMERALD EYES
KEEPS ON TELLING ME TO WATCH THE SKIES
THE WORDS ARE PAINTED ON SUBURBAN WALLS
I HEAR IT WHISPERED DOWN AT CITY HALL
LIKE A SIGN FROM UP ON HIGH
THIS IS THE TIME IN WHICH WE DIE
THE LEGAL EAGLES ALL SING THEIR SONG
THE BOYS ON WALL STREET ALWAYS GET IT WRONG
WE CRASHED AND BURNED IN THE STREETS TODAY
I BELIEVE THIS BLOOD WILL WASH OUR SINS AWAY
THERE’S TOO MANY WORDS INSIDE THIS BOOK I READ ABOUT THE WAY OF THE WORLD AND A
SEXY YOUNG GIRL WHO HAD A CRUSH ON ME SO I COUNTED THE WORDS AND PUT THEM IN A BOX ON THE
TOP SHELF OF A CUPBOARD WHERE I HOPE THEY WILL STAY UNTIL THE OWNER COMES ALONG
I’M ONE OF A KIND
I’M A BREED APART
I’M A LONE RANGER IN MY HORSE AND CART
I’M LOST INSIDE THE NUMBERS OF THIS PICTURE ON A WALL BY A POLISH DANCING FOOL WHO
WAS PAINTING ON THE FLOOR
WHEN HE SPILT SOME
YOUR HEAD IS REELING
AND YOUR SKIN IS PEELING
YOU GOT NO FEELING
IN YOUR TOES
I DON’T BELIEVE YOU’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE
I HATE TO SEE YOU CRAWLING ‘CROSS THE FLOOR
YOUR EYES ARE BURNING
YOUR STOMACH’S TURNING
YOUR BODY’S STARTING TO GLOW
BETTER BEWARE OF THE SECRET LIST
GOTTA WATCH OUT FOR THE STEEL CLAW
WHERE’S YOUR PLEASURE BUTTON ?
WHAT DO YOU GET HIGH ON ?
HOW’D YOU GET THAT NEON IN YOUR EYES ?
WHAT’S THAT THING YOU DID ?
WHERE’S ALL YOUR MONEY HID ?
HOW HIGH DID THEY COME AND BID FOR YOUR SOUL ?
WHERE IS YOU MOTHERLAND ?
WHAT WAS THAT MASTER PLAN ?
WHAT DID YOUR MOTHER SAY, AND WAS IT TRUE ?
HOW LOW CAN YOU SINK ?
DID YOU EVER STOP TO THINK ?
I’VE GOT A SILVER BULLET, AND IT’S MEANT FOR YOU
THE MAN INSIDE THE WORLD
INSIDE THE MIND INSIDE THE SOUL
INSIDE THE MAN IS THE PLAN
I VISITED THE BOOKSTORES, THE CHURCHES AND THE STREETS
THE FIELDS OUTSIDE JERUSALEM
AND NOWHERE DID I MEET YOU
I WENT TO KATHMANDU, NEPAL AND NAGASAKI
I HIKED ACROSS AN ICE-PACK
AND I JUST COULDN’T FIND YOU
YOU’VE GOT TO BE SOMEWHERE, YOU’VE GOT TO BE SOMEONE
THEY SAID YOU WERE A MAN
THEY SAID YOU WERE THE ONE
I THINK IT’S ALL ILLUSION
AN EASY MAGIC TRICK
TO HIDE INSIDE THE WORLD
AND NEVER SHOW A BIT
FREEDOM AIN'T BAD
BUT I WANT A PIZZA
I WANT TO WELCOME YOU TO THE NEW IMPROVED SOUTH AFRICA
I DON’T GIVE DAMN ABOUT THE NEW DEAL, RAW DEAL, I LOVE TO WATCH THOSE PIGS SQUEAL
GRAVY TRAIN, FEED THE WHALES, FREEDOMS ON THE WINTER SALE
I DON’T FOLLOW LEADERS WHO LOOK LIKE PARKING METERS
VIVA BABY, LOTSA LUCK
NO-ONE REALLY GIVES A FUCK
PARANOID PEOPLE WITH THE DEVIL IN THEIR EYES
CAN’T DANCE, CAN’T PLAY, CAN’T DO IT ANYWAY
WITH THEIR STOMACHS AND THEIR MINDS AND THEIR HEADS FILLED WITH HATE
TORN UP, FUCKED UP, DON’T KNOW HOW TO GET IT UP
WHO KNOWS WHAT IT IS THAT MAKES THEM FEEL SO LOW ?
WHAT A BLOW, WHAT A DRAG
IT’S ENOUGH TO MAKE YOUR PEEPEE SAG
MONKEY BUSINESS, MONKEY BUSINESS
GOTTA GET DOWN TO SOME FUNKY BUSINESS
WATER IN THE AIR
ENOUGH FOR ME TO BREATH
WATER IN MY VEINS
WATER ON THE BREEZE
WATER IS FOR WADING IN
WATER IS AS WATER DOES
WATER TAKES A LEAVE OF ABSENCE
WHO KNOWS WHERE IT GOES ?
WATER COME AND WASH ME DOWN
WASH AWAY MY SINS
WATER ON MY BRAIN
WATER FEELS SO NICE
I WANT TO CATCH SOME WATER
TURN IT INTO ICE
WATER ON MY BREATH
WATER IN MY NOSE
WATER MAKES ME SNEEZE
WATER WETS MY CLOTHES
WATER FROM THE LOCAL RIVER
WATER’S GONNA TRASH YOUR LIVER
WATER FROM THE SKY
WILL MELT YOU WHEN YOU DIE
WATER FLOWS DOWN TO THE SEA
DOWN THE MOUNTAIN, UP THE TREE
WATER MAKES A PRETTY FOUNTAIN
WATER’S TRYING TO FOLLOW ME
There is a space inside your head
That is the home of the living dead
Its made of sand, rocks and stone
It is the place that you call home
Where the buffaloes roam.
There are no flowers, sea or sky
It is the place we go to die
All of us here wish you well
Alone inside your living hell
In your wishing well
CLOSE YOUR EYES
GO TO SLEEP
THINK OF ANGELS
AS YOU DREAM
FLY AWAY
INTO THE NIGHT
COME TO REST
ON CLOUDS OF WHITE
MUMMY’S HERE
DADDY’S HERE
GO TO SLEEP
NO NEED TO FEAR