Virtual Love

Strung out
Like you knew I would be
Strung out like socks on the wall
Waiting to dry in the noon day sun
Waiting, waiting you never call

Its all been a waste, like kissing dead bones
Its all been a pocket of ashes
Which I thrust my hands into and walk down
The street asking for how nobody bashes
Nobody blinks an eye
Nor bats their lashes
Like I was in some kind of cell or cage
But it was nobody's business
Just a sign of the age
We fall in love
We turn over the page
SWIPE LEFT OR RIGHT
On the tinder match stage
And you're in or out of love
Before the website has saved
We have digital hearts
That amount to units
Your noughts and ones
Are in store
They're all countable quantities
Love is a statistical mean
You can estimate and account for
In a relationship
Just a little less or a little more
Just what the woman was asking for
And the man is some part of the score
Just a piece of the equation
To make up the sum
But it could be him or someone else
It could be a prince or a bum
Or it could be herself
That the variable, the factoring in the result
Is its always some poor fucker's
Left waiting on the shelf

Franchised out

Franchise called out
Stuck in with a hammer on my head
Brought it out
Of all the things left unsaid
Crack cocaine of her name
Running in the veins
In my blood stream she is mixed up
Like a drug I can't get enough of
And I want to say her name
Over and over again

I can smell her, like cherry
In the fragments of memory
The reel of our movie
Something unearthly
And out of control
Like a ghost dog that runs
riot at the moon


I am franchised out
I have her taste in my mouth
I am up for sale
What love I have,
I work for her now
In her bar or restaurant
I'll clean her dishes
make her bed
I wish to make her in her bed

But she will go back to him

Mouth full of Ashes

I've been kissing
her with ashes in her mouth

Now I only realize in my last breath
That who I've been kissing
Was the angel of death

She gave me some poison
I swallowed it whole
She was my bad mother
I her good boy
What I need what she wanted
To gain from another
Just a toy, just a toy

I never knew, perhaps
In the farthest reaches of my heart
That this was just a ploy from the start
So when you're through playing your games
Tell me why'd you make a toy of my heart?

WHY'D YOU MAKE A TOY OF MY HEART!

I came across a stranded turtle
Lying on its back in the desert
Well what do you think? I turned it over
I couldn't let it die in this heat

But the heat of the heart
Is like some kind of furnace
That burns all your thoughts
Like paper
And I am so tired of writing this art
I'm fed up of being my own soul's raper

Heading for a fall

It was the Spring time but I was heading for a fall
Just like me to spring into action
Just before losing it all

These must be my grapefruit days
For life is so bitter sweet
And though its happened to me in so many ways
I wish now we never did meet

My beer tasted bitter
I can't eat my food
And the streets are full of litter
And everyone's rude

And I'm not a quitter
But my actions are crude
And I just want to hit her
But I know that's not good

My salad days are gone
I can't think how to finish this song
And I am just a fool for love in the end
A fool who has loved and lost a friend

Into Spring love

Spring time can make the hares go mad
So why can't it make me turn bad?

Spring time can make the moles turn sod
So why can't it make me stop believing in god?

Yes and Spring time can make the cockerels crew
So why can't it make me fall in love with you?

Well I can ask others my questions why
But Spring time for me is a good time to to die

There is so much life in this month of May
And April showers are ripe for the hay
Now march Spring flowers bring the buds today
So why can't I blame my love on they?

Spring time can make the blue birds sing
And Spring time can make the wedding bells ring
Oh why can't ourselves be flattered by a thing
As easy as Love in Spring?

The doves are cooing, and the pigeons chime
Their white collar necks call your place or mine
And butterflies play in a blue sky
So honey when I love you, my oh my

The Spring is the right time for being with you
But maybe we're just buying time
For somebody new

Cherry Cola

Now I don't care about
All your flout and flare
I don't mind if you say what you mean
You can shout and you can swear about
How everyone you know is so mean
Just don't come about here
Flouting all your high flown things
Because I don't care about
Going round your whereabouts
It don't amount to a hill a' beans

I should ha told ya, I guess I should ha
I never warned of how bad I been ba
It seemed so natural just to cry on ya shoulder
As you seemed to know exactly what I mean
But just don't go tellin' about how you been
Sold out, I told ya about that kind a thing
It don't mean ring doughnuts, because
Them wiv' no guts don't own us
No nobody gonna take my soda stream

I got cherry cola, and lemonade
I got any roller you want on your blade
I got some drink that'll knock ya flat
And some slice of lemon that can
Cut a cat, if you know what I mean

On a nine dollar bill, on a washing machine
Where his ninth live's used up
And he wants to get clean
So he launders, saunters, and kind of crawls
Down the street
This street cat, this alley pussy
Ready for the big time baby
Ready to get big
But inside he's bricking it
Like a lime kiln kit
He's all fired up but nowhere to go just
Sitting tight getting hot before he
Goes watch a show
That's the Lime kiln kitty
That's who I'm on about
Speaking of him, talkin' of me
Have you seen what I've shown because
Its the only thing free

The Moron Prince

His father was the king of the castle
His mother was the queen
And he was that little parcel
That was so special but never seen

He grew up the third in the family
Behind two hansom princes
Both in line to inherit the throne
Both whose strength by which convinces

Yet early on in the reign of their world
Tragedy struck to unfold in furls
The delicate threads that held their kingdom together
The bonds which broke were severed forever

The Princes died in some foreign land
Off defending their country and
They spent their fortunes after mis-read hands
That their father and mother could not understand

So who was left but their little brother
A weedling prince, the runt of the litter
Who was never fed much nor given much love
Who of his brothers had been bitter
For he would never get enough

So in his way of dealing with his lot
He too escaped but to live a carefree life
One in which women and pleasures were king
In which nothing much mattered not amounted to a thing

And when he was through with his spendthrift living
He returned to the home for his father's forgiving
But that one thing he could never enjoy
Was his fathers favour for he was the wrong boy

My best sons are gone, he cried, he cried
The lord has taken them into his arms
And left me this weedling who acts like a snake
And slithers up to my throne, like he had made no mistake

Now the queen butted in and cried father oh King
You must forgive capricious fate for your suffering
This your only son and heir
Has returned to his family, with his loyalty laid bare

He is the one Prince who may save our throne
So as a mother to a son, she doted all day long
Cooked him dinners and laughed at his jokes
And even stood up to her husband's cruel pokes

Until enough time had passed, and his father
The king turned old
His head was grey, his ears were weak,
But while his cantankerous soul was bold
His body was failing

And all this time the snake was rising
Growing stronger on the carcasses
Left by the mother, killing others weaker
Than him, feeding his belly
Until finally he saw his father sway
Like in a stupor of faded glory
And down he struck killing him
With a thump to his heart

Now the snake king ruled the land
And the king was laid to rest
His mother the Queen was glad but old
She just saw the fruits of her invest
She just witnessed the natural unfolding
There was no valour there
No desire for higher moral standing
Just a wish to rule her lair

They entwined together till she died
And the now grew and twisted prince
Looked back at life like biting his tail
He won his desire, but to succeed was to fail
For where was his love? Where was his wife
She had left him long ago to lead a good life
Yet he would never sacrifice his goal
For her, so he cut her adrift in a cruel world

And she suffered much at his hands
Until one day she came back to finish her plans
And she took her revenge on the moron prince
She poisoned his chalice and he has died since
To be sitting rocking in his old mother's chair
Where she swaddled and fed him once
In her vipers lair

And the woman who was once to be his wife
Left the dagger there and took up the knife
And with the snake king's dying hand
Made him sign the contract to show she owned the land

Later she knocked their castle down
And rebuilt a home for children
From the worst parts of town
And the kingdom was ended with
The death of the king,
But still she engendered the spirit of care taking