--RITUALS ft JAM BAXTER--   (Key) Oi what you propagating in your music? What do you know about telling them the truth kid? I was selling them degenerates a blueprint on how to wreck represent messiness and loose it. It makes me sad when I listen to the tunes that I wrote when I was living in a crystalline cocoon, And every single line I sniffed solidified the tomb But now the plants have broken through and summers flowers are in bloom.  Did it like this and now we do it like that Its evolution live from inside of a synapse. You could be a suit and tie inside of the fly trap. See the truth divine and it shines at you right back ‘Is that a fact?' ‘Yep' Step one in battling your demons  you need enough perspective so you actually perceive them.  It made me happier to meet them Now I’m scattering the seeds to turn this babylon to Eden.  More than just a psychedelic pattern on the ceiling If seeing will be believing its feeling that gives it meaning.  Dirty D was deep he said each of us needs a reason My reasons the inner peace and the feeling of reaching freedom When its more than just an absence of constraint.  More than just a lacking of the shackle and the chain: What it aint. What it is? I aint going to tell you what it is though You’ll have to find out for yourself how to live. Go deep.    Deep where the skeletons broken bones creep out the closet to roam the stone streets dance cemetery polka off beat. Do not sleep. Your living in a wonderful world.    (Baxter)   It runs deep, deep where the blood from the slaughter house seeps through the gutter in dimly lit streets now doesn’t that carcass taste sweet. Do not sleep. Do not sleep   (Key)   Deep where the skeletons broken bones creep out the closet to roam the stone streets dance cemetery polka off beat. Do not sleep. Stay Awake. Hold your space.     (Baxter)   Deep where the skeletons broken bones creep out the closet to roam the stone streets dance cemetery polka off beat. Do not sleep. Your circling a star right now.    I told them Mr roll it all back.  To when this bad blood steam rolled us all flat. I stood there posing for the same snotty pics in a smile resonating round a honey drenched fist And for 1 intense winter. But each shade of decay was still nominated for freeze frame of the day.  Now every warm pot of drool and shipment of rocket fuel 's left on the crumbling streets flaking away.  From the waste manions, to a wall of masks.  To young dust mites inhabiting a haunted yard.  To leaving piles of mould as our calling card.  To crushing a selection of assorted hearts.  To me and key on like five or six gurners each on Brighton Pier looking like regurgitated burger meat Sat awake practicing experimental surgery.  To pumping pure gold into eternity.  Transplanted.  To a velveteen field for a string of last dances Its endless. Infinite infantile versions of yourself in the air hugging blood red placentas  I aint going to question your agendas. Cause you can cut the cord on any one of em. So I crushed the crust underfoot lied back and spent perfect nights looking up at them its deep.    (Key)   Deep where the skeletons broken bones creep out the closet to roam the stone streets dance cemetery polka off beat.  Do not sleep. Do not sleep       

--RITUALS ft JAM BAXTER--

 

(Key)

Oi

what you propagating in your music?

What do you know about telling them the truth kid?

I was selling them degenerates a blueprint on how to wreck represent messiness and loose it.

It makes me sad when I listen to the tunes that I wrote when I was living in a crystalline cocoon,

And every single line I sniffed solidified the tomb

But now the plants have broken through and summers flowers are in bloom. 

Did it like this and now we do it like that

Its evolution live from inside of a synapse.

You could be a suit and tie inside of the fly trap.

See the truth divine and it shines at you right back

‘Is that a fact?'

‘Yep'

Step one in battling your demons 

you need enough perspective so you actually perceive them. 

It made me happier to meet them

Now I’m scattering the seeds to turn this babylon to Eden. 

More than just a psychedelic pattern on the ceiling

If seeing will be believing its feeling that gives it meaning. 

Dirty D was deep he said each of us needs a reason

My reasons the inner peace and the feeling of reaching freedom

When its more than just an absence of constraint. 

More than just a lacking of the shackle and the chain:

What it aint.

What it is?

I aint going to tell you what it is though

You’ll have to find out for yourself how to live.

Go deep. 

 

Deep where the skeletons broken bones creep out the closet to roam the stone streets dance cemetery polka off beat. Do not sleep. Your living in a wonderful world. 

 

(Baxter)

 

It runs deep, deep where the blood from the slaughter house seeps through the gutter in dimly lit streets now doesn’t that carcass taste sweet. Do not sleep. Do not sleep

 

(Key)

 

Deep where the skeletons broken bones creep out the closet to roam the stone streets dance cemetery polka off beat. Do not sleep. Stay Awake. Hold your space.  

 

(Baxter)

 

Deep where the skeletons broken bones creep out the closet to roam the stone streets dance cemetery polka off beat. Do not sleep. Your circling a star right now. 

 

I told them Mr roll it all back. 

To when this bad blood steam rolled us all flat.

I stood there posing for the same snotty pics in a smile resonating round a honey drenched fist

And for 1 intense winter.

But each shade of decay was still nominated for freeze frame of the day. 

Now every warm pot of drool and shipment of rocket fuel 's left on the crumbling streets flaking away. 

From the waste manions, to a wall of masks. 

To young dust mites inhabiting a haunted yard. 

To leaving piles of mould as our calling card. 

To crushing a selection of assorted hearts. 

To me and key on like five or six gurners each on Brighton Pier looking like regurgitated burger meat

Sat awake practicing experimental surgery. 

To pumping pure gold into eternity. 

Transplanted. 

To a velveteen field for a string of last dances

Its endless.

Infinite infantile versions of yourself in the air hugging blood red placentas 

I aint going to question your agendas.

Cause you can cut the cord on any one of em.

So I crushed the crust underfoot lied back and spent perfect nights looking up at them its deep. 

 

(Key)

 

Deep where the skeletons broken bones creep out the closet to roam the stone streets dance cemetery polka off beat. 

Do not sleep.

Do not sleep 

 

 

 

--EXACT COSTS PT 1--   Everybody longing for the simple life Sniffing lines and rocking crispy nikes.  Viscous cycles in the city lights Hypnotise.  How you doing are you living right? Build it higher build it dripping hype. Wrapped in fibre optic razor wire gigabytes spitting... Who the fuck you calling civilised? Who the fuck you calling civilised? Out of sight and out of mind.  And anyway nothings black and white or down the line.  Least until you running out of time  Wheezing in your house of cards, choking on a thousand lies.  They got you choking on a thousand lies.  How refined.     

--EXACT COSTS PT 1--

 

Everybody longing for the simple life

Sniffing lines and rocking crispy nikes. 

Viscous cycles in the city lights

Hypnotise. 

How you doing are you living right?

Build it higher build it dripping hype.

Wrapped in fibre optic razor wire gigabytes spitting...

Who the fuck you calling civilised?

Who the fuck you calling civilised?

Out of sight and out of mind. 

And anyway nothings black and white or down the line. 

Least until you running out of time 

Wheezing in your house of cards, choking on a thousand lies. 

They got you choking on a thousand lies. 

How refined. 

 

 

--ALL RISE ft EDWARD SCISSORTONGUE--   (Key) All Rise Lift the veil from your ‘civilised’ life shift your gaze to your inner minds eye.  Observe.  Here you can learn any lesson that you need.  Allow yourself a moment to be.  Here in the present just be no past no future just you just me.  Breathe. Tempest to calm blue seas.  Believe. The best things in life are free. I see you see as I see we can find what we need to make you and me we.  Us. Ash into ash into dust into dust into love give love receive love. Live love. Make love, create love, wake up.  My what a beautiful dawn for the choosing of form.  The truth is the future is yours.  Fill it with empathic awareness.    Ill be there in a heart beat.  Listen to the sound of your heart beat.  It pumps blood through your arteries.  But does it propagate love does it plant seeds? Ill be there in an eye blink.  Listen to the sound as your eyes blink.  And you could analyse it but why think?  Silence your mind sink deeper inside this...   I am everything. I am nothing.  You are everything. You are nothing.  I am everything. I am nothing.  Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.  I am everything. I am nothing.  You are everything. You are nothing.  I am everything. I am nothing.  Nothing. Nothing. We are everything.    (Scissor)   Be seated.  Let the dust settle.  Layer up neatly.  Now breathe easy.  Many roads starved by a lack of life intertwine cargo spark in the black of night.  Feverish.  Red sky sunset.  Moments of you and I; crystallised subjects.  Before this evening is done lets run to the sun cause we all knows what comes next. Blood shed.  Episodes of her and he.  They were lessons learned in purgatory.  And before the senate even turned the key. We were witness to the best of every murder scene. But while these sewer pipes are too alive Something had us spirited enough to do or die.  Now with all the desolation set aside; All Rise.  Can you feel it in the air tonight?   It feels like tremors in your heart beat. Can you see the devils in your party? I can feel a tremor in my heart beat.  Feels like flamethrowers to the palm trees. Every second every eye blink.  Was filled with echoes of your likeness. So Imma try an analyse this And pick apart the colours of the echoes in the silence.    I am everything. I am nothing.  You are everything. You are nothing.  I am everything. I am nothing.  Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.  I am everything. I am nothing.  You are everything. Everything.  I am everything. I am nothing.  Nothing. Nothing. We are nothing.   

--ALL RISE ft EDWARD SCISSORTONGUE--

 

(Key)

All Rise

Lift the veil from your ‘civilised’ life shift your gaze to your inner minds eye. 

Observe. 

Here you can learn any lesson that you need. 

Allow yourself a moment to be. 

Here in the present just be no past no future just you just me. 

Breathe.

Tempest to calm blue seas. 

Believe.

The best things in life are free.

I see you see as I see we can find what we need to make you and me we. 

Us.

Ash into ash into dust into dust into love give love receive love.

Live love.

Make love, create love, wake up. 

My what a beautiful dawn for the choosing of form. 

The truth is the future is yours. 

Fill it with empathic awareness. 

 

Ill be there in a heart beat. 

Listen to the sound of your heart beat. 

It pumps blood through your arteries. 

But does it propagate love does it plant seeds?

Ill be there in an eye blink. 

Listen to the sound as your eyes blink. 

And you could analyse it but why think? 

Silence your mind sink deeper inside this...

 

I am everything. I am nothing. 

You are everything. You are nothing. 

I am everything. I am nothing. 

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. 

I am everything. I am nothing. 

You are everything. You are nothing. 

I am everything. I am nothing. 

Nothing. Nothing. We are everything. 

 

(Scissor)

 

Be seated. 

Let the dust settle. 

Layer up neatly. 

Now breathe easy. 

Many roads starved by a lack of life intertwine cargo spark in the black of night. 

Feverish. 

Red sky sunset. 

Moments of you and I; crystallised subjects. 

Before this evening is done lets run to the sun cause we all knows what comes next.

Blood shed. 

Episodes of her and he. 

They were lessons learned in purgatory. 

And before the senate even turned the key.

We were witness to the best of every murder scene.

But while these sewer pipes are too alive

Something had us spirited enough to do or die. 

Now with all the desolation set aside; All Rise. 

Can you feel it in the air tonight?

 

It feels like tremors in your heart beat.

Can you see the devils in your party?

I can feel a tremor in my heart beat. 

Feels like flamethrowers to the palm trees.

Every second every eye blink. 

Was filled with echoes of your likeness.

So Imma try an analyse this

And pick apart the colours of the echoes in the silence. 

 

I am everything. I am nothing. 

You are everything. You are nothing. 

I am everything. I am nothing. 

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. 

I am everything. I am nothing. 

You are everything. Everything. 

I am everything. I am nothing. 

Nothing. Nothing. We are nothing. 

 

--MISSING YOU--   Everybody wants to be the cat but if you act like a pussy you get treated like a twat.  Fact.  Had a look and took another step back thats the last time I turn the other cheek to get slapped.  In a bit.  I wish you all the best.  I aint bitter.  I aint tripping.  I aint sick. And I stressed.  I aint crippled and depressed sniff sniffing in a mess.  Nah I’m sitting reminiscing on the minutes I was blessed.  A good woman is the best and your still one of them.  We were giving it rest then we begun again.  Love will take a sucker make him wonder where the summer went. Deep down I must have been a glutton of for the punishment.  So fuck you, live your life, only know I miss you. Wish you all the pretty things Ill never get to give you.  Think about the things I said and did and how they dissed you and wonder if i didn’t would it still have been an issue? Trust... Or maybe it’s the lack of it thats got my lady crying like a baby in a magi mix.  With no faith in her protagonist and couldn’t see that she’s the only one that ill be happy with.  Love. Got me crying like an emo. My mates tell me she’s a dick but what do he know? Im cotching with my own private piece of paradiso But watch as the cinema switch to Tarantino...   This is missing you This is missing kissing you This is missing ripping of your knickers in the living room.  And this is bitter feuds. This is stick the knife and twist.  This is dripping diamond tip... … cyanide the crying fit.  Riding on a flying pig.  Monkey see and monkey do.  Love me sweet and love me true.  Fuck with me Ill fuck with you.  Nothing sweet and nothing new underneath the sunken sea.  Just another sweet summer in a submarine.  Love and peace. I been a hippy since the day we met and all the games you love to play aint cut or frayed my patience yet.  Or changed the way I step.  Never played the game correct.  Giving it the Charlie big Potato head in Lazer quest.  Razor and a bayonet. Out of place in outer space Im out my face; tired of the lying and the power games.  So this is missing you.. And this is missing kissing you And this is missing all the things we might have done but didn’t do.  

--MISSING YOU--

 

Everybody wants to be the cat but if you act like a pussy you get treated like a twat. 

Fact. 

Had a look and took another step back thats the last time I turn the other cheek to get slapped. 

In a bit. 

I wish you all the best. 

I aint bitter. 

I aint tripping. 

I aint sick.

And I stressed. 

I aint crippled and depressed sniff sniffing in a mess. 

Nah I’m sitting reminiscing on the minutes I was blessed. 

A good woman is the best and your still one of them. 

We were giving it rest then we begun again. 

Love will take a sucker make him wonder where the summer went.

Deep down I must have been a glutton of for the punishment. 

So fuck you, live your life, only know I miss you.

Wish you all the pretty things Ill never get to give you. 

Think about the things I said and did and how they dissed you and wonder if i didn’t would it still have been an issue?

Trust...

Or maybe it’s the lack of it thats got my lady crying like a baby in a magi mix. 

With no faith in her protagonist and couldn’t see that she’s the only one that ill be happy with. 

Love.

Got me crying like an emo.

My mates tell me she’s a dick but what do he know?

Im cotching with my own private piece of paradiso

But watch as the cinema switch to Tarantino...

 

This is missing you

This is missing kissing you

This is missing ripping of your knickers in the living room. 

And this is bitter feuds.

This is stick the knife and twist. 

This is dripping diamond tip...

… cyanide the crying fit. 

Riding on a flying pig. 

Monkey see and monkey do. 

Love me sweet and love me true. 

Fuck with me Ill fuck with you. 

Nothing sweet and nothing new underneath the sunken sea. 

Just another sweet summer in a submarine. 

Love and peace.

I been a hippy since the day we met and all the games you love to play aint cut or frayed my patience yet. 

Or changed the way I step. 

Never played the game correct. 

Giving it the Charlie big Potato head in Lazer quest. 

Razor and a bayonet.

Out of place in outer space Im out my face; tired of the lying and the power games. 

So this is missing you..

And this is missing kissing you

And this is missing all the things we might have done but didn’t do.  

--MILLIONS---   Synthesise me morphine to dull the pain. Give me summer rain to wash away the autumn blue.. blotted onto all I do  is everything I though was true every time I though of you caught in a distorted view crawling through the mirror maze. These broken shards of single glazed reality will strip your face to bone.  Never had i felt so alone than the moment that that phone rang to twitches in my chrome hand to run away to iron out the glitches in my program Cause damn... The black rats been scratching at my mind again. For what?  And how do you make it stop? I knew but I forgot Has somebody been fucking with the clocks and cut the colour out the picture left me nothing but the slops? Well its a cotch.  Turn up the hissing and the pops.  And tell my opportunities to piss of if they knock.  Cause its a cotch A loner in a comatose cocoon... How you been? Id be lying if I said Ill see you soon.   Give me Millions of little pills to drop into my drink.  Im not thinking straight this isn’t really what I think.  Except it is. I'd except a second with that bitch for every twenty spent sticking bits of metal in my wrists.  Give me.  Millions of little pill to drop into my drink.  Im not thinking straight this isn’t really what I think.  Except it is.  I guess you get just what you give And that's my message to the kids.  I let her live.  Let them live.    Don’t get it twist.  Or twist it up to fuck its your prerogative.  My glorious dawn is your apocalypse.  The acid in the rain washed the tragedies away  and what happened to the passion that you happily displayed? Younger days.  Summer haze fade to winter and its cold tonight.  Take a chance roll your dice with the poltergeist  And win it all a pitiful pittance the spinning glitter ball that glistens isn’t gold.   Why d’you listen to your soul? Do exactly as your told soldier follow your directives and never view the universe through multiple perspectives.       

--MILLIONS---

 

Synthesise me morphine to dull the pain.

Give me summer rain to wash away the autumn blue..

blotted onto all I do 

is everything I though was true

every time I though of you

caught in a distorted view crawling through the mirror maze.

These broken shards of single glazed reality will strip your face to bone. 

Never had i felt so alone

than the moment that that phone rang

to twitches in my chrome hand

to run away to iron out the glitches in my program

Cause damn...

The black rats been scratching at my mind again.

For what? 

And how do you make it stop?

I knew but I forgot

Has somebody been fucking with the clocks and cut the colour out the picture left me nothing but the slops?

Well its a cotch. 

Turn up the hissing and the pops. 

And tell my opportunities to piss of if they knock. 

Cause its a cotch

A loner in a comatose cocoon...

How you been?

Id be lying if I said Ill see you soon.

 

Give me

Millions of little pills to drop into my drink. 

Im not thinking straight this isn’t really what I think. 

Except it is.

I'd except a second with that bitch for every twenty spent sticking bits of metal in my wrists. 

Give me. 

Millions of little pill to drop into my drink. 

Im not thinking straight this isn’t really what I think. 

Except it is. 

I guess you get just what you give

And that's my message to the kids. 

I let her live. 

Let them live. 

 

Don’t get it twist. 

Or twist it up to fuck its your prerogative. 

My glorious dawn is your apocalypse. 

The acid in the rain washed the tragedies away 

and what happened to the passion that you happily displayed?

Younger days. 

Summer haze fade to winter and its cold tonight. 

Take a chance roll your dice with the poltergeist 

And win it all a pitiful pittance the spinning glitter ball that glistens isn’t gold.  

Why d’you listen to your soul?

Do exactly as your told soldier follow your directives and never view the universe through multiple perspectives. 

 

 

 

--FALL AWAY--    Let me fall away.  Every day's different but they're all the same.  Let me fall away.  A job; thats a ball and chain.  A bitch; thats a ball and chain.       

--FALL AWAY-- 

 

Let me fall away. 

Every day's different but they're all the same. 

Let me fall away. 

A job; thats a ball and chain. 

A bitch; thats a ball and chain. 

 

 

 

--FUNNY VALENTINE--   I made my home inside a strangers skin.  Swing and miss the monkey bars.  Landed in a crumpled heap.  Whose are all these fucking bones? Watched it from the outside.  Living on some once removed.  Analsyes the evidence.  Holograms for instant play.  Twenty different angles you could analyse the way you slipped but couldn’t change a thing and every time you watch the shits the same.  Must have bee the body snatch that fucked with his co-ordinates.  Swapping moods like footy cards.  Sort me out a shiny son.  Bin him like he’s obsolete.  Chuck him on the rubbish heap.  The purpose that he served is past.  Your futures looking bright as fuck.  'Sorry bruv my hands are tied.' Everybody plays their part.  Check her in the waiting room, waiting for her life to start.  Empathise, I recognise myself in every dirty face.  He's a real nowhere man Writing tunes for nobody. About me getting over you. Attempted some pre-emptive strike and paralysed my feet with every time I tried to shoot at you.  Live inside the superglue. Must have got it muddled up I swore that it was me that walked away and now Im fucking stuck….   So happy valentine mines the ultraviolet blue. Sending all my love to you.  Written in shaky hand.  What a way to say goodbye.  See you at the finish line.  Reveries the sweetest thing.  Pictures in a broken frame.  Boxes filled with yesterdays futures sat collecting dust.  Something she could never trust; i guess she learned to read between the lines a life of tainted love had carved in his behaviour.  Operant conditioning. Optimised for broken home Chromosomes expression get affected by experience Facts are never that its all contorted in your looking glass to manifest the past inside the present what a pretty scene Shame about the disbelief. Cracks up in the window screen. Happiness is parallel reality's forbidden dream. 'He who dares Rodders.' We were Eden's share croppers.  And look where that got us. It got us.  And now he shy and stand offish.  Digging for them hired hand dollars.  Everything ambiguous in white and black blotters.  Heroes long forgotten he grew out of all his childish dreams. Heroines are obsolete.  This is not a picture book.  Eulogies for lovers lost have never had a happy end.  My favourite colours sepia.  This is not a plot device.      

--FUNNY VALENTINE--

 

I made my home inside a strangers skin. 

Swing and miss the monkey bars. 

Landed in a crumpled heap. 

Whose are all these fucking bones?

Watched it from the outside. 

Living on some once removed. 

Analsyes the evidence. 

Holograms for instant play. 

Twenty different angles you could analyse the way you slipped but couldn’t change a thing and every time you watch the shits the same. 

Must have bee the body snatch that fucked with his co-ordinates. 

Swapping moods like footy cards. 

Sort me out a shiny son. 

Bin him like he’s obsolete. 

Chuck him on the rubbish heap. 

The purpose that he served is past. 

Your futures looking bright as fuck. 

'Sorry bruv my hands are tied.'

Everybody plays their part. 

Check her in the waiting room, waiting for her life to start. 

Empathise, I recognise myself in every dirty face. 

He's a real nowhere man

Writing tunes for nobody.

About me getting over you.

Attempted some pre-emptive strike and paralysed my feet with every time I tried to shoot at you. 

Live inside the superglue.

Must have got it muddled up I swore that it was me that walked away and now Im fucking stuck….

 

So happy valentine mines the ultraviolet blue.

Sending all my love to you. 

Written in shaky hand. 

What a way to say goodbye. 

See you at the finish line. 

Reveries the sweetest thing. 

Pictures in a broken frame. 

Boxes filled with yesterdays futures sat collecting dust. 

Something she could never trust; i guess she learned to read between the lines a life of tainted love had carved in his behaviour. 

Operant conditioning.

Optimised for broken home

Chromosomes expression get affected by experience

Facts are never that its all contorted in your looking glass to manifest the past inside the present what a pretty scene

Shame about the disbelief.

Cracks up in the window screen.

Happiness is parallel reality's forbidden dream.

'He who dares Rodders.'

We were Eden's share croppers. 

And look where that got us.

It got us. 

And now he shy and stand offish. 

Digging for them hired hand dollars. 

Everything ambiguous in white and black blotters. 

Heroes long forgotten he grew out of all his childish dreams.

Heroines are obsolete. 

This is not a picture book. 

Eulogies for lovers lost have never had a happy end. 

My favourite colours sepia. 

This is not a plot device.  

 

 

--KIDS STORY--   Just a littlun. Give the kid some Ritalin.  Twitchy finger fiddling and pissing in the litter bin.  Pity ’s what their giving him the fingers what he’s giving back.  Pity she’s a bitch and treats the kiddy like a little twat.  Jimmy was a piggy in the middle of blood bath.  Dirty rotten upstart fucking up his one chance.  Trisha was a witness and a victim to her fathers fists. Carves her skinny wrists to bits suspicious that she asked for it.  Toast the happy couple had a son but never simplify.  They love the kid but lack the basic skills to give it right.  Isn’t like they didn’t try. Pocket your opinions.  God don’t want to listen to your gossiping and whinging.  Wash him in the system, baptise him in obedience.  Fronting like your pure and force feeding him your greediness.  Treat him like a deviant and leave him in the margin. Or weed him out your garden and completely disregard him.  He’s getting older now, how you gonna hold him down.. … and why should he obey the rules inside a school that sold him out.  Used to be that you could see the light; his eyes are colder now.  Shoulders hunched to fuck with skunk for puffing with and older crowd. This aint a story ‘bout a kid who couldn’t sort it out.  Drugs are just a normal thing we do to keep the boredom out in smaller towns.  All thats really going down is petty crime.  Getting high, necking pints, fighting and forgetting why.. Simon had a messy mind, Megan was a lost soul. Met her in the dance; pirouetting on a hot coal.  Birds with dirty feathers stick together in a fox hole.  And use their love as glue to plug the wounds and bloody bomb holes.  Welcome to the strong hold; enter and escape the fight.  Try to break the cycle turning every sign of day to night.. Hate and unabated strife, straight without a chaser right.. Knock it back. Safe to say the odd were stacked away from Sye.. and Megan trying to make a safer place to try create a life. They played it right and made it beautiful and safe inside.  A fateful night a child was born without a state of mind... our loved dedicated both their lives to trying to raise him right So raise your glass. To two courageous hearts that changes the path. From hate and darkness into love and light and made it last. Some days are hard to face and mate you can’t escape the past  But you could the bastard in his dirty fucking face and laugh.  And take a chance on what your love’ll bring.  ‘Obla di Bla da’ and ‘Que Sera’ the song the mother sings.  Trouble is the happy ever afters getting hard today.  The modern state ‘ll make an education to a market place.  Commodify the earth for what its worth and if your dirts poor.  They’ll ostracise your children at the bottom of the work force.  There’s only ever one winner in the turf war.  That licks a pretty penny out the pittance that you work for.  Whose world is this? Im working so the kiddies know.  The world is your but first of course you got to knick it though.  And fuck a politician whistling that ‘Britain's Broke' Shits a joke he's probably sniffing coke from out a fifty note.  'Stop. Sure it’s all truth that you spit right.. but whats all this got to do with the kids life?" Well.. Pop your corn stop moving and sit tight Its all linked his eyes blink lucid with insight You see inside the kids mind his thinkings been developing Ever since a little youth the kiddies been intelligent But wouldn’t tow the line thats why they think he isn’t getting it He’s getting it, its simply he considers it irrelevant.  And isn’t it?  he’s literate and thinking for himself.  And dares to question why there’s little truth in what you tell. you treat him like he’s little like your bigger time will tell.  Authorities your shot and he aint buying what you sell I see you trying it. Paying lip service to autonomy.  I check the purposed in your personal philosophy.  Its like your working in a version of monopoly.  A persons only purpose is to service the economy.  But honestly? Nah fuck that he’s on a better track.  The make music move units stay rapping thats a fact.  Probably wasn’t what that you expected. A lotus flower grown from out the bottom of the cesspit.       

--KIDS STORY--

 

Just a littlun. Give the kid some Ritalin. 

Twitchy finger fiddling and pissing in the litter bin. 

Pity ’s what their giving him the fingers what he’s giving back. 

Pity she’s a bitch and treats the kiddy like a little twat. 

Jimmy was a piggy in the middle of blood bath. 

Dirty rotten upstart fucking up his one chance. 

Trisha was a witness and a victim to her fathers fists.

Carves her skinny wrists to bits suspicious that she asked for it. 

Toast the happy couple had a son but never simplify. 

They love the kid but lack the basic skills to give it right. 

Isn’t like they didn’t try. Pocket your opinions. 

God don’t want to listen to your gossiping and whinging. 

Wash him in the system, baptise him in obedience. 

Fronting like your pure and force feeding him your greediness. 

Treat him like a deviant and leave him in the margin.

Or weed him out your garden and completely disregard him. 

He’s getting older now, how you gonna hold him down..

… and why should he obey the rules inside a school that sold him out. 

Used to be that you could see the light; his eyes are colder now. 

Shoulders hunched to fuck with skunk for puffing with and older crowd.

This aint a story ‘bout a kid who couldn’t sort it out. 

Drugs are just a normal thing we do to keep the boredom out in smaller towns. 

All thats really going down is petty crime. 

Getting high, necking pints, fighting and forgetting why..

Simon had a messy mind, Megan was a lost soul.

Met her in the dance; pirouetting on a hot coal. 

Birds with dirty feathers stick together in a fox hole. 

And use their love as glue to plug the wounds and bloody bomb holes. 

Welcome to the strong hold; enter and escape the fight. 

Try to break the cycle turning every sign of day to night..

Hate and unabated strife, straight without a chaser right..

Knock it back. Safe to say the odd were stacked away from Sye..

and Megan trying to make a safer place to try create a life.

They played it right and made it beautiful and safe inside. 

A fateful night a child was born without a state of mind...

our loved dedicated both their lives to trying to raise him right

So raise your glass. To two courageous hearts that changes the path.

From hate and darkness into love and light and made it last.

Some days are hard to face and mate you can’t escape the past 

But you could the bastard in his dirty fucking face and laugh. 

And take a chance on what your love’ll bring. 

‘Obla di Bla da’ and ‘Que Sera’ the song the mother sings. 

Trouble is the happy ever afters getting hard today. 

The modern state ‘ll make an education to a market place. 

Commodify the earth for what its worth and if your dirts poor. 

They’ll ostracise your children at the bottom of the work force. 

There’s only ever one winner in the turf war. 

That licks a pretty penny out the pittance that you work for. 

Whose world is this? Im working so the kiddies know. 

The world is your but first of course you got to knick it though. 

And fuck a politician whistling that ‘Britain's Broke'

Shits a joke he's probably sniffing coke from out a fifty note. 

'Stop. Sure it’s all truth that you spit right..

but whats all this got to do with the kids life?"

Well.. Pop your corn stop moving and sit tight

Its all linked his eyes blink lucid with insight

You see inside the kids mind his thinkings been developing

Ever since a little youth the kiddies been intelligent

But wouldn’t tow the line thats why they think he isn’t getting it

He’s getting it, its simply he considers it irrelevant. 

And isn’t it?  he’s literate and thinking for himself. 

And dares to question why there’s little truth in what you tell.

you treat him like he’s little like your bigger time will tell. 

Authorities your shot and he aint buying what you sell

I see you trying it. Paying lip service to autonomy. 

I check the purposed in your personal philosophy. 

Its like your working in a version of monopoly. 

A persons only purpose is to service the economy. 

But honestly? Nah fuck that he’s on a better track. 

The make music move units stay rapping thats a fact. 

Probably wasn’t what that you expected.

A lotus flower grown from out the bottom of the cesspit. 

 

 

 

--SOLSTICE--   There wasn’t any love at home. Summers tone frozen into winters bone. Dis-attached. Disconnected. Living in a bric-a-brac junkyard of family trauma.  The osmotic ink stains blacken the aura.  Thats the bad pattern, thats you lad trapped in a bandwagon jam packed with unhappy performers What a performance.  And nobody clapped for the sad clown. The sad sight of silence made me want to put my hands out tell him; “It isn’t your fault kid. And listen this is mid winter the solstice it doesn’t get an shitter than this." But who am I to sell a dream tell him I could set him free?  Probably best forget it leave and let him be.  Shit gets to me.  The hollow eyes ostracised from the beauty of life as a child.  The begging need that hides behind even the tiniest smile and fails to be hidden. “No I never I didn’t do it what ever it isn’t. Why won’t anyone listen?" That’s what he’s telling us screaming and shoutings.  And theres me; thinking my life would be so peaceful without him.  Shame on me.  I aint going to pussy out and blame it on the parents and pretend I’m unaware that he don’t need an education he needs tender love and care.   Unaware of the path he’s taking. And when I stare into the stars arrangements thats the thought that crossed my mind; the astronaut was lost inside his claustrophobic loneliness.

--SOLSTICE--

 

There wasn’t any love at home. Summers tone frozen into winters bone. Dis-attached. Disconnected. Living in a bric-a-brac junkyard of family trauma. 

The osmotic ink stains blacken the aura. 

Thats the bad pattern, thats you lad trapped in a bandwagon jam packed with unhappy performers

What a performance. 

And nobody clapped for the sad clown.

The sad sight of silence made me want to put my hands out tell him; “It isn’t your fault kid. And listen this is mid winter the solstice it doesn’t get an shitter than this."

But who am I to sell a dream tell him I could set him free? 

Probably best forget it leave and let him be. 

Shit gets to me. 

The hollow eyes ostracised from the beauty of life as a child. 

The begging need that hides behind even the tiniest smile and fails to be hidden.

“No I never I didn’t do it what ever it isn’t. Why won’t anyone listen?"

That’s what he’s telling us screaming and shoutings. 

And theres me; thinking my life would be so peaceful without him. 

Shame on me. 

I aint going to pussy out and blame it on the parents and pretend I’m unaware that he don’t need an education he needs tender love and care.  

Unaware of the path he’s taking.

And when I stare into the stars arrangements thats the thought that crossed my mind; the astronaut was lost inside his claustrophobic loneliness.

--EXACT COSTS PT 2--   Come and see the circus of sophisticated fools beg for absolution lined up against the wall.  Prosecution states you never gave a shit at all.  Apathetic fucks.  “Kill Them All" And I'll be one them.  Self indulgently defiant till the bloody end.  On some ‘ what is it I done again.' The gunner gently smiled and asked me where my money went.  

--EXACT COSTS PT 2--

 

Come and see the circus of sophisticated fools

beg for absolution lined up against the wall. 

Prosecution states you never gave a shit at all. 

Apathetic fucks. 

“Kill Them All"

And I'll be one them. 

Self indulgently defiant till the bloody end. 

On some ‘ what is it I done again.'

The gunner gently smiled and asked me where my money went.

 

--THIS MUCH I KNOW--   Disinfect the paradigm. Disconnect the telephone.  Smash the television set. Crash the fucking internet.  I aint finished yet. I kill a politician dead and jam a fucking spanner into every single printing press. Beauty's in the eye of who? Who you calling primitive?  Your beautiful's my hideous I follow where the money go.  Couldn’t give a fuck a about a chuckle at the puppet show.  The more i understand the less sure I am this much I know.  I wonder was it unseen and never heard tricky Mr Poltergeist, finger in the multi-pie or maybe it was written in the innards of our culture like I glimpsed the bitter cold inside picture that we falsified.  A wonderful citalopramic view so munch a milligram or two pretend your happy when your blue.  Isn’t this a perfect life to live and what a shame about the rain, collecting in the corners of your brain.  So maintain the status quo, dot the i’s and cross the t’s. Mr mind your p’s and q’s consider who your speaking to.   Or take my hand and we can drift into the green and blue where everything alive and all connected up to me and you.  

--THIS MUCH I KNOW--

 

Disinfect the paradigm. Disconnect the telephone. 

Smash the television set. Crash the fucking internet. 

I aint finished yet. I kill a politician dead and jam a fucking spanner into every single printing press.

Beauty's in the eye of who?

Who you calling primitive? 

Your beautiful's my hideous I follow where the money go. 

Couldn’t give a fuck a about a chuckle at the puppet show. 

The more i understand the less sure I am this much I know. 

I wonder was it unseen and never heard tricky Mr Poltergeist, finger in the multi-pie

or maybe it was written in the innards of our culture like I glimpsed the bitter cold inside picture that we falsified. 

A wonderful citalopramic view so munch a milligram or two pretend your happy when your blue. 

Isn’t this a perfect life to live and what a shame about the rain, collecting in the corners of your brain. 

So maintain the status quo, dot the i’s and cross the t’s.

Mr mind your p’s and q’s consider who your speaking to.  

Or take my hand and we can drift into the green and blue where everything alive and all connected up to me and you.

 

--TONGUE BITE ft DIRTY DIKE & RONNIE BOSH--   (Key) My prerogative is negative to positive.  Never give it less I give it everything I got to give.  But if I’m honest I aint got a lot to offer kids. Unless you want to sit and watch a bitter tosser chop his wrists.  To rotten bits.  Contradictions are my buttered bread.  Times its better if you button up and nothing said.  Nonetheless I’m done with biting on my blessed tongue.  Times will come when less is none. Tighten up and get it done.  Im a dumb pathetic cunt a rotter and a scoundrel but not the type of heffalump to swallow every mouth full.  Fool.  I aint plotting on your downfall Im busy getting blizzy with my bollocks and a scalpel So come and take a blood stained seat inside my mind.  Pour yourself a pint full of pissy white wine.  Play pause stop the tape and rewind.  I guarantee that everything will be just fine.  Come and take a blood stained seat inside my mind. Help yourself to anything that 'cesca left behind.  A mess of minor messes in a treasure chest of lies Lies decrepit by a pile of half digested second tries All reflected in my eyes. Disconnected from inside and your ten a penny guess is good as any for the why.. I exited the stage to left and stepped into my spine  and left a trail of burned connections spelling ‘Everything Is Fine' As any dirty diamond shining in the roughage with a glint.  It takes a special type of bitch to rummage for that shit.  “Morbid sense of humour with a stomach full of grit seeks.. lover to discover why the fuck do we exist" And ill admit that its a plus if you can suck a fucking dick Come and slum it in the pits of my wonderful abyss I spend summer getting pissed up and messy with my mates Spend my winter penning lyrics in the belly of the snake And awake in a spring full of wonderful music I don’t give a fuck if you judge why I do this  Loves why I do this. Loves why I do this  Dig through the pitch black sludge with my music.    Loves why I do this. Loves why I, Loves why I do this.  Love for the CP team that I move with.  Love for the crews putting truth in the blueprint.  Digging through the pitch black sludge with the music.    (Dike)   There no trust left in my head Zilch Ive come to suffering inside a kept correctional mess.  Its all a pattern. And I reckon if correction ‘ll less.  My inner introspect of everything could definitely rest.  I step and eject. Your questions are irrelevant yes.  But I aint here to be your mechanism get some respect.  I check a mega rhythm carved within the meaning of my purpose here Your words are clear but every time you speak its like blur from here.  You thinking deep or merely learning on the surface? Cause me I need a reason, inner peace, belief and pursue here.  Certain fear exists within a box inside I keep it locked.  You see me nod to beats and speaking lots to box the feelings off.  You see me watching you, watching me but whose the guilty one.  Cause I for one aint got the life or bricks enough to build me one.  You feel me nah? Well never will you wonder in my brain. Or walk to demographics emptiness and pain.  I have’t changed I’m the same as i was. Have a flicker through the pages if you want to dig the pain i forgot. And if you slip away well hey another favourite gone.  Ill be six feet laying as there playing my song.    (Key & Dike)   Loves why I do this. Loves why I, Loves why I do this.  Love for the CP team that I move with.  Love for the crews putting truth in the blueprint.  Digging through the pitch black sludge with the music.  Loves why I do this. Loves why I, Loves why I do this.  Love for the SMB gang that I move with.  Love for the crews putting truth in the blueprint.  Digging through the pitch black sludge with the music.    (Bosh)   Its still claws and front teeth and still warm the sun keeps.  Still taught to talk to not talk but still waters run deep. So sleep. When you awake on the glade.  Ill be eight days away making hay in the shade so.. Lay waste. Its better in the long run.  What son? Its all elementary for pond scum.  Whats done’s finished. And festers in the archive.  Pencilling a dark line sketching in a past life.  I see them questioning my art. why? If any cunny want to test then put your money where your bars fly Im far sighted. Guys Im past hyping.  Sharp as white lighting finding dark sky rims.  Well fuck it never mind him.  A fine set of pipes and a mind ever rising.  Nice kid, shit, but much less obliging  Unfettered eye light floods and I’m blinded Tried winding, wasn’t really on it kid.  Tried to find the point in writing joint but don’t know what it is. See my prerogative was formed in the metropolis.  Tempers hot as shit yet portraying the opposite.  On some Bosh comma shit.  Got the pit and the motley squad that Im rocking with.  Got a pot to piss in, but you already knew this.  So Imma let him tell you just precisely why I do this.    (Key Dike & Bosh)   Loves why I do this. Loves why I, Loves why I do this.  Love for the CP team that I move with.  Love for the crews putting truth in the blueprint.  Digging through the pitch black sludge with the music.  Loves why I do this. “Yo Why I Do This." Love for the SMB gang that I move with.  Love for the crews putting truth in the blueprint.  Digging through the pitch black sludge with the music. 

--TONGUE BITE ft DIRTY DIKE & RONNIE BOSH--

 

(Key)

My prerogative is negative to positive. 

Never give it less I give it everything I got to give. 

But if I’m honest I aint got a lot to offer kids.

Unless you want to sit and watch a bitter tosser chop his wrists. 

To rotten bits. 

Contradictions are my buttered bread. 

Times its better if you button up and nothing said. 

Nonetheless I’m done with biting on my blessed tongue. 

Times will come when less is none. Tighten up and get it done. 

Im a dumb pathetic cunt a rotter and a scoundrel

but not the type of heffalump to swallow every mouth full. 

Fool. 

I aint plotting on your downfall

Im busy getting blizzy with my bollocks and a scalpel

So come and take a blood stained seat inside my mind. 

Pour yourself a pint full of pissy white wine. 

Play pause stop the tape and rewind. 

I guarantee that everything will be just fine. 

Come and take a blood stained seat inside my mind.

Help yourself to anything that 'cesca left behind. 

A mess of minor messes in a treasure chest of lies

Lies decrepit by a pile of half digested second tries

All reflected in my eyes. Disconnected from inside

and your ten a penny guess is good as any for the why..

I exited the stage to left and stepped into my spine 

and left a trail of burned connections spelling ‘Everything Is Fine'

As any dirty diamond shining in the roughage with a glint. 

It takes a special type of bitch to rummage for that shit. 

“Morbid sense of humour with a stomach full of grit seeks..

lover to discover why the fuck do we exist"

And ill admit that its a plus if you can suck a fucking dick

Come and slum it in the pits of my wonderful abyss

I spend summer getting pissed up and messy with my mates

Spend my winter penning lyrics in the belly of the snake

And awake in a spring full of wonderful music

I don’t give a fuck if you judge why I do this 

Loves why I do this. Loves why I do this 

Dig through the pitch black sludge with my music. 

 

Loves why I do this. Loves why I, Loves why I do this. 

Love for the CP team that I move with. 

Love for the crews putting truth in the blueprint. 

Digging through the pitch black sludge with the music. 

 

(Dike)

 

There no trust left in my head

Zilch

Ive come to suffering inside a kept correctional mess. 

Its all a pattern. And I reckon if correction ‘ll less. 

My inner introspect of everything could definitely rest. 

I step and eject. Your questions are irrelevant yes. 

But I aint here to be your mechanism get some respect. 

I check a mega rhythm carved within the meaning of my purpose here

Your words are clear but every time you speak its like blur from here. 

You thinking deep or merely learning on the surface?

Cause me I need a reason, inner peace, belief and pursue here. 

Certain fear exists within a box inside I keep it locked. 

You see me nod to beats and speaking lots to box the feelings off. 

You see me watching you, watching me but whose the guilty one. 

Cause I for one aint got the life or bricks enough to build me one. 

You feel me nah?

Well never will you wonder in my brain.

Or walk to demographics emptiness and pain. 

I have’t changed I’m the same as i was.

Have a flicker through the pages if you want to dig the pain i forgot.

And if you slip away well hey another favourite gone. 

Ill be six feet laying as there playing my song. 

 

(Key & Dike)

 

Loves why I do this. Loves why I, Loves why I do this. 

Love for the CP team that I move with. 

Love for the crews putting truth in the blueprint. 

Digging through the pitch black sludge with the music. 

Loves why I do this. Loves why I, Loves why I do this. 

Love for the SMB gang that I move with. 

Love for the crews putting truth in the blueprint. 

Digging through the pitch black sludge with the music. 

 

(Bosh)

 

Its still claws and front teeth and still warm the sun keeps. 

Still taught to talk to not talk but still waters run deep.

So sleep. When you awake on the glade. 

Ill be eight days away making hay in the shade so..

Lay waste. Its better in the long run. 

What son? Its all elementary for pond scum. 

Whats done’s finished. And festers in the archive. 

Pencilling a dark line sketching in a past life. 

I see them questioning my art. why?

If any cunny want to test then put your money where your bars fly

Im far sighted. Guys Im past hyping. 

Sharp as white lighting finding dark sky rims. 

Well fuck it never mind him. 

A fine set of pipes and a mind ever rising. 

Nice kid, shit, but much less obliging 

Unfettered eye light floods and I’m blinded

Tried winding, wasn’t really on it kid. 

Tried to find the point in writing joint but don’t know what it is.

See my prerogative was formed in the metropolis. 

Tempers hot as shit yet portraying the opposite. 

On some Bosh comma shit. 

Got the pit and the motley squad that Im rocking with. 

Got a pot to piss in, but you already knew this. 

So Imma let him tell you just precisely why I do this. 

 

(Key Dike & Bosh)

 

Loves why I do this. Loves why I, Loves why I do this. 

Love for the CP team that I move with. 

Love for the crews putting truth in the blueprint. 

Digging through the pitch black sludge with the music. 

Loves why I do this. “Yo Why I Do This."

Love for the SMB gang that I move with. 

Love for the crews putting truth in the blueprint. 

Digging through the pitch black sludge with the music. 

--FAUST HYPE--   (Key) And when he finally arrived at his destination not a drop of medication eyes wide in a celebration of life. A dedication. You did your very best to raise him and he’s thankful for the days you gave him gazing at creation with a smile upon his face on some aint that shit amazing. Come and dive in inner space to kill your irritated hating.  Whats that bitter taste you tasting? Thats the lack of syncopation in the things you do and say and the way your minds been racing late at night your wide awake in the days you aint tryna change and its a shame...   But he used to be the same.  So he aint tryna judge the way you choose to run your game.    (G/S) All the signs point that it's over  So you can start breathing out Time won't wait for no one All the signs point that it's over So you can start breathing out, Start breathing now  

--FAUST HYPE--

 

(Key)

And when he finally arrived at his destination not a drop of medication eyes wide in a celebration of life.

A dedication.

You did your very best to raise him and he’s thankful for the days you gave him gazing at creation with a smile upon his face on some aint that shit amazing.

Come and dive in inner space to kill your irritated hating. 

Whats that bitter taste you tasting?

Thats the lack of syncopation in the things you do and say and the way your minds been racing late at night your wide awake in the days you aint tryna change and its a shame...

 

But he used to be the same. 

So he aint tryna judge the way you choose to run your game. 

 

(G/S)

All the signs point that it's over 

So you can start breathing out

Time won't wait for no one

All the signs point that it's over

So you can start breathing out,

Start breathing now

 

--COWBOY BUILDERS--   (G/S) I can push all the thoughts from my mind it's alright I was just tired of wasting my time Change is overdue You could bite twice and I could live shy Nah, i'll try to fortify (Key) Its been a beautiful day I threw it away, hoovering K straight through the tubes in my face.  And you can relate: Luke and he's loosing his faith.  In a state using music with a view to escape.  I cruise space.Losing it a screw at a time, but with some booze and a line man I’m usually fine Stupid and blinds the best mechanism to cope. Typical blokes that rep hedonism and jokes.  “Bruv you best get a grip never slip on the rope Cause the next step you trip you’ll be crippled and broke" Slitting my throat and choking and dribbling red  My vision connect, sick premonitions of death.  Vinegar fresh to citrus I’m bitter at best Sit and caress the sins that I did’t confess  And pickle my flesh... At my cynical best...   So Ima... Live a long life prosper and plant seeds.  Join dots with the drops when my heart bleeds.  Hop scotching my options a half breed.  Half me and half someone I can’t be.  I can’t breathe choking on the bitter truth. This is you smoking opium and sniffing glue.  And I was happy on the sofa with a spliff or two.. but needed something stronger for the arguments and bitter feuds.  Fuck It Im all about the sunny side up shit.  You stayed stuck in the past and never done shit.  Unproductive stuff that your stuck with.  I got nuff love in my heart is that enough? Nah. if truth be told: I did’t forget.  Im while Im on an honest tip I aint forgiven him yet.  But ill live and let live cause Im willing to bet.  What you gets what you give you so I give him respect.  Check. The feds rate me a criminal threat  Cause I got pissed and arrested for sniffing regrets And yep, yep. Maybe I should give it a rest but theres this glitch in my head and in the split of a sec it goes "Switch" Sniff a little bit a quick fix.  Cowboy builders plasticine bricks.   (G/S) I can push all the thoughts from my mind it's alright I was just tired of wasting my time Change is overdue You could bite twice and I could live shy Nah, i'll try to fortify, like cowboy builders & plasticine bricks    

--COWBOY BUILDERS--

 

(G/S)

I can push all the thoughts from my mind

it's alright

I was just tired of wasting my time

Change is overdue

You could bite twice and I could live shy

Nah, i'll try to fortify

(Key)

Its been a beautiful day

I threw it away, hoovering K straight through the tubes in my face. 

And you can relate: Luke and he's loosing his faith. 

In a state using music with a view to escape. 

I cruise space.Losing it a screw at a time,

but with some booze and a line man I’m usually fine

Stupid and blinds the best mechanism to cope.

Typical blokes that rep hedonism and jokes. 

“Bruv you best get a grip never slip on the rope

Cause the next step you trip you’ll be crippled and broke"

Slitting my throat and choking and dribbling red 

My vision connect, sick premonitions of death. 

Vinegar fresh to citrus I’m bitter at best

Sit and caress the sins that I did’t confess 

And pickle my flesh...

At my cynical best...

 

So Ima...

Live a long life prosper and plant seeds. 

Join dots with the drops when my heart bleeds. 

Hop scotching my options a half breed. 

Half me and half someone I can’t be. 

I can’t breathe choking on the bitter truth.

This is you smoking opium and sniffing glue. 

And I was happy on the sofa with a spliff or two..

but needed something stronger for the arguments and bitter feuds. 

Fuck It

Im all about the sunny side up shit. 

You stayed stuck in the past and never done shit. 

Unproductive stuff that your stuck with. 

I got nuff love in my heart is that enough?

Nah.

if truth be told: I did’t forget. 

Im while Im on an honest tip I aint forgiven him yet. 

But ill live and let live cause Im willing to bet. 

What you gets what you give you so I give him respect. 

Check.

The feds rate me a criminal threat 

Cause I got pissed and arrested for sniffing regrets

And yep, yep. Maybe I should give it a rest

but theres this glitch in my head and in the split of a sec it goes

"Switch"

Sniff a little bit a quick fix. 

Cowboy builders plasticine bricks.  

(G/S)

I can push all the thoughts from my mind

it's alright

I was just tired of wasting my time

Change is overdue

You could bite twice and I could live shy

Nah, i'll try to fortify,

like cowboy builders & plasticine bricks

 

 

--ICARUS INSTINCT--   I want to feel good but if I can’t feel good. I want to feel nothing. Feed me oblivion.  Eat me a million and one plus one plus one make a million and dumb fuck features obsidian.  Stone eye Gilligan.  Bone white domino click clack.  Stick myself up just to sit back.  Tinkerbell snuffed into pitch black its nothing for big chat but fuck it I did that.    Chameleon I feed on magnesium strips.  White light fade away to amnesia bliss.  There no need to resist. Theres no green where the kids play.  Snow white sleeps in the grim grey.    And thats a beautiful still life.  I don’t lose it I kill time, face fuck Dali with flick knives the butterfly effects.  Whats that running down my neck? A bittersweet mixture of love and disrespect.  Puddled up underneath the bed. Must have been something that I said.. Well if its nothing to remember then its nothing to forget. I guess.  Fuck it.  Its nothing.  Forget it.    Just another nondescript manuscript.  I stabbed the chick with fifty acid dipped candlesticks stick still waiting for the wax to drip drip but her face is still immaculate why? Don’t answer that. Shh Don’t answer back.  Time lapse heart attack.  White black eyes suck the life out to artefact back from the symbolise same place different time, same day different life, same dame different guy.    Live in the memorial grave yard picking at wish bones. Skimmed stones sink.  And broken windows don’t blink From speedy eyed gonzo to feat for the flies to blind honcho  I do not claim what I do not know. You.  Do not play gung ho with Columbo.  Think about it: I can see through you see. I can see through you see see who you truly be.  Think about it: I can see through you see I can see through you see see who you truly be.  Looked deep in the abyss and then I said to myself.. What a wonderful world.  What a beautiful girl.  What a marvellous way to escape; the space ape with my faith stapled straight to my face.  A naked as the day I was made Right here right now in my favourite place.    Im just...    Following the endless meanders fjord to the source backwards through the back woods The words that I write are my atlas to earth and the skies I was trapped now Im free from the madness  Emerge in the light full of thanks for my personal ties to my friends and my fan cause well... IF LIFE AINT LOVE SON THEN WHAT THE FUCK IS IT? You make your own meanings and mines divine spirits in line. The spine tingling infinities fine, but try switch the design despite limited time; your too close to the king of skies.  Icarus instinct.  Forget where the roots run deep and get your wings clipped Everything's fine your hedonistic broken home grown messy business Magnify glass up the past like ‘what is this?' No i don’t know no faux clever dick shit.  Pepper pig mystic to primary colour mix to baby shit brown.  Baby don’t make me sit down: Id rather stay standing and be counted if its all the same to you.    And if its all the same to you, Imma sing my song of sorrow as I paint my piece of paper with a sepia stain and pretend, I aint the reason that your feelings have changed, and disappear into the distance till you need me again    Today...   You’ll find me hyper saturated by the sea side Spirals in the sky and oscillations in my dream time,  widen them horizons watch the changes from the beach like nothing ever stays the same but everything will be fine.  Find me hyper saturated by the sea side Spirals in the sky and oscillations in my dream time,  widen them horizons watch the changes from the beach like nothing ever stays the same but everything will be fine.       

--ICARUS INSTINCT--

 

I want to feel good but if I can’t feel good. I want to feel nothing.

Feed me oblivion. 

Eat me a million and one plus one plus one make a million and dumb fuck features obsidian. 

Stone eye Gilligan. 

Bone white domino click clack. 

Stick myself up just to sit back. 

Tinkerbell snuffed into pitch black its nothing for big chat but fuck it I did that. 

 

Chameleon I feed on magnesium strips. 

White light fade away to amnesia bliss. 

There no need to resist.

Theres no green where the kids play. 

Snow white sleeps in the grim grey. 

 

And thats a beautiful still life. 

I don’t lose it I kill time, face fuck Dali with flick knives the butterfly effects. 

Whats that running down my neck?

A bittersweet mixture of love and disrespect. 

Puddled up underneath the bed.

Must have been something that I said..

Well if its nothing to remember then its nothing to forget. I guess. 

Fuck it. 

Its nothing. 

Forget it. 

 

Just another nondescript manuscript. 

I stabbed the chick with fifty acid dipped candlesticks stick

still waiting for the wax to drip drip but her face is still immaculate why?

Don’t answer that.

Shh

Don’t answer back. 

Time lapse heart attack. 

White black eyes suck the life out to artefact back from the symbolise

same place different time, same day different life, same dame different guy. 

 

Live in the memorial grave yard picking at wish bones.

Skimmed stones sink. 

And broken windows don’t blink

From speedy eyed gonzo to feat for the flies to blind honcho 

I do not claim what I do not know.

You. 

Do not play gung ho with Columbo. 

Think about it: I can see through you see. I can see through you see see who you truly be. 

Think about it: I can see through you see I can see through you see see who you truly be. 

Looked deep in the abyss and then I said to myself..

What a wonderful world. 

What a beautiful girl. 

What a marvellous way to escape; the space ape with my faith stapled straight to my face. 

A naked as the day I was made

Right here right now in my favourite place. 

 

Im just... 

 

Following the endless meanders

fjord to the source backwards through the back woods

The words that I write are my atlas to earth and the skies I was trapped now Im free from the madness 

Emerge in the light full of thanks for my personal ties to my friends and my fan cause well...

IF LIFE AINT LOVE SON THEN WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?

You make your own meanings and mines divine spirits in line.

The spine tingling infinities fine, but try switch the design despite limited time; your too close to the king of skies. 

Icarus instinct. 

Forget where the roots run deep and get your wings clipped

Everything's fine your hedonistic broken home grown messy business

Magnify glass up the past like ‘what is this?'

No i don’t know no faux clever dick shit. 

Pepper pig mystic to primary colour mix to baby shit brown. 

Baby don’t make me sit down: Id rather stay standing and be counted if its all the same to you. 

 

And if its all the same to you, Imma sing my song of sorrow as I paint my piece of paper with a sepia stain and pretend, I aint the reason that your feelings have changed, and disappear into the distance till you need me again 

 

Today...

 

You’ll find me hyper saturated by the sea side

Spirals in the sky and oscillations in my dream time, 

widen them horizons watch the changes from the beach like

nothing ever stays the same but everything will be fine. 

Find me hyper saturated by the sea side

Spirals in the sky and oscillations in my dream time, 

widen them horizons watch the changes from the beach like

nothing ever stays the same but everything will be fine. 

 

 

 

--DANDELION--   What's it mean to you to be free? Is it if you do as you please? I'll be free when Im truly at peace.  And that's a beautiful dream but for now... I’m still caught in a world of self doubt.  I guess you might have heard I feel down.  Well now, I’m on the rise like dandelion eyes I was borne by the skies Took root in the ashes that formed from my demise One manifestation of life / light.  One cell in an all seeing all knowing eye, no preach don’t take my advice.   Cause.. Clever words all mean naught to a child when he’s lacking in love I re-thought the importance of all of this talk we need more  like whats all the lessons you taught me been for like Police can’t lock up a mind for free thought You can take every penny on earth and be poor You can do what the fuck that you want your still caught  In this trap that modernity made.  Real talk.    Or come walk in the garden where gods play.  Your a part of it a necessary part of it.  All connected from the ending to the start of it.  Messy at the edges with perfection at the heart of it.  My doors open you can’t darken it and what minds already your so ask for it.  Its all yours. Its all yours.    I was transfixed by vermillion skies that turned blue to deliver the night.  But my girl couldn’t spare five minutes of time, she was too busy living her life.  And when the vines in my veins and the spirits collide to bring life what a brilliant sight.  I was weightless and free in a state made of peace eyes wide and I’m feeling all right.  Aight.     

--DANDELION--

 

What's it mean to you to be free?

Is it if you do as you please?

I'll be free when Im truly at peace. 

And that's a beautiful dream but for now...

I’m still caught in a world of self doubt. 

I guess you might have heard I feel down. 

Well now, I’m on the rise like dandelion eyes I was borne by the skies

Took root in the ashes that formed from my demise

One manifestation of life / light. 

One cell in an all seeing all knowing eye, no preach don’t take my advice.  

Cause..

Clever words all mean naught to a child when he’s lacking in love I re-thought

the importance of all of this talk we need more 

like whats all the lessons you taught me been for

like Police can’t lock up a mind for free thought

You can take every penny on earth and be poor

You can do what the fuck that you want your still caught 

In this trap that modernity made. 

Real talk. 

 

Or come walk in the garden where gods play. 

Your a part of it a necessary part of it. 

All connected from the ending to the start of it. 

Messy at the edges with perfection at the heart of it. 

My doors open you can’t darken it and what minds already your so ask for it. 

Its all yours. Its all yours. 

 

I was transfixed by vermillion skies that turned blue to deliver the night. 

But my girl couldn’t spare five minutes of time, she was too busy living her life. 

And when the vines in my veins and the spirits collide to bring life what a brilliant sight. 

I was weightless and free in a state made of peace eyes wide and I’m feeling all right. 

Aight.