Junk ‘n Stuff

This uncontrollable urges to see me thru
I’ll give everything for something new
Some of this, lack of list
Some of that, unimanagable bliss
Lil’ bit of denial, for another peace
Don’t wanna Don’t wanna Don’t wanna be just another piece

So pure, natural unintentional
Don’t you ever know who you are
Unintangible yet so goddamn comfortable
Will I ever know who you are

The Children are all insane said the King
Should he live thru 30 would he still sing the same

So pure, natural unintentional
Don’t you ever know you’re my muse
Unintangible yet so goddamn comfortable
Will I ever know that you’re just a ruse

I made you up, You’re not real
I made you up, You’re not real
I hurt myself, you’re not real
I please myself, you’re not real

The Railway turns again
Remembrance begun to evaporates
Where, how, why
It ends up in low key voice of comply

Go look for it in an appointed place
let the officials there say it in your face
Batter u up till you cant say no more
Idealism smashed, dreams left ashore

Dum Dum Dum ignorance is bliss
come come come let it all be done please
I’ve said it before that there’s no room for suprises
So lay it bare in front let me timed the dances

No suitcase comes to my avail
maybe it got lost in the plane of steel
i’ll just wait in front of the rail
for another package that i can steal

I don’t know what to say
Every time I wake with this agonizing strain
You were meant to stay
Keep discarding what I’ve done too much and too long

Go away, find another prey
You disappoint me, thought you liberate me
Maybe now, maybe tomorrow
I have to say that you’re no longer allowed to stay

Look up, stare me in this soggy eye
You castrate my better half with your pitying glare
Better endowed, better cut it out
This horrifying blessing with nothing left to bare

Suck, this complicating residue
Suck, this walloping gesture of virtue
Suck, I never thought we’ll end like this
Suck, I see you through, I’ll sure miss you

Fuck…, this is gonna hurt

Find myself singing the same songs everyday
Ones that make me feel good
When things behind the smiles ain’t okay

Around and over and in-between the seas
I need to be on top of a mountain
Where I can be see everything
Cause this paranoia’s getting old

Now as I open my eyes to start another day
I’m in a pile of puke
Empty bag of execuses
My love for friends and family
you know I need them

And under a sun that’s seen it all before
My feet are so cold
And I can’t believe that I have to bang my head against this wall again
But the blows they have just a little more space in-between them
Gonna take a breath and try again.

(Walk, Blind Melon)

F**k all this melancholic melodrama
I’m gonna go out again tomorrow
F**k all this patronizing empathy
I’m gonna screw someone again tomorrow
F**k all this sexual thoughts
I’m gonna see lefty again tomorrow
F**k all this drug temptations
I’m gonna kick again tomorrow
F**k all this self- loathing B.S.
I’m gonna feel the same again tomorrow
F**k all this confessional junk
No changes will come tomorrow

(F**k all this profanity censorship)

Pick up my board just now, surf my way down
So many Judges here, all of them full of frown
State your cases, hear my voices, breaking all taboo
If I cannot say it out loud, I’ll put a nickname or two
Persecute, Execute, maim & kill we’ll follow suit
Elevates, downgrades, up and down there’ll be no trace
Animate, Ejaculate, fill your demon’s sate
Narcissistic fool, ego feeding tool
Sell your pain such decency
Grant yourself supremacy
….I am one of you
….I am one of you too

Too many lost words
Too many dark moments
dwindle in the past while the future’s slips away
Too Many doubts, too many options
Too many Midnight Thoughts that comes
as you keep turning back the road moves on
Enough is enough

Overtime in this luxurious machine
Cubicle’s full of white scrubbly notes
hair’s receding and stomach keeps bulging
this linen clothes and khaki black pants
Where’s the so called triumphant demon of the angst went
Or the cynical shock-writer with a sword sharp pen
As far as the purplish mirror reflects
This clown’s dreams has been washed ashore
But fear not whitey the circus will come
and your show will the most extravagant
so grab everything and eat what you receive
Today’s greed is tomorrow’s need

look like a mess today
last night cant get no rest
this morning give quite a show
mixed the make-up with horn to blow
turn the handle turn the fuse
this time he know he’s gonna lose
as the twilight sun elevates
this clown’s senses keeps degenerates
backstabbers please get closer
This comedy’s getting funnier

(saw new NIN’s VC last night…, TR is fat!!!)

Working late again
Mind’s full of stain
Roll with the punches
Smile for the roaches
Somewhere out there
Backstabber fill his share
No matter how this clown dances
Goddamn poets prevail with their trances
Competing with everything
Still In the end you see nothing

Roll with the punches
Smile for the roaches

(I miss my Idiot Box)