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The Future Is Behind Us
03:04
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Look now upon our treasures here,
they fashioned and defined us
The charming motions we endear,
they processed and refined us
The very idols we revere,
they are the same that blind us!
And every year confirms this fear:
the future is behind us
A name with fame to reach household
will never fail to find us
We’re mesmerised (and so, controlled)
by that which has designed us
Our liberators from the mould
eventually confined us!
We’re bought and sold and now we’re told
the future is behind us
If all invention must compile
from what mythos assigned us
Then damn the imitated style
of all that once maligned us
So every thought is juvenile;
there’s no need to remind us!
Let crack a smile, for all the while
the future is behind us.
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2. |
Song of Leaving
05:37
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Yes, I am this way
Changing without pause
The way I am today
Is different to what I was
To this I can only say
It's simply because
It's better than being
Just a body without feeling
My notebook is all full
I've scribbled on every page
Any line you may pull
May recite love or sweet rage
And the words shall not dull
They'll remain forever unaged
Forever trapped in time
Forever mine
I'm ironing out the kink
All ancient possessions sold
All you must do is blink
Suddenly I become old
But then I stop and think
What's so wrong with becoming old?
If it makes my letter
Read fluently and better
So if you must be leaving
Leave before I know
There's no time for retrieving
Any debts I may owe
But should you leave believing
That I failed to grow
Hear the stories we have made
They will never fade
Bye bye
Bye bye
Bye bye
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3. |
After the Emnity
05:49
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This evening as the bats fly by
My head, I pry the moon from sky
As I have done before
I need all of the extra light
To illuminate a fright
That might ignite a war
I want only to see, not touch,
The craters, I don’t ask for much
Nonesuch won’t ask for more
Except to send the answers back that nobody requires
I crave, I rove,
I gave my trove
To put out all the fires
All of these poets that you chose
To document your life in prose
Suppose they do it well
But then who will preserve your odyssey
When time erodes your modesty
Your honesty unwell
I’ll go and live inside a rhyme
Written far behind our sweet time
So I’m deaf to your spell
For all the rivals envy spites it secretly admires
I crave, I rove,
I gave my trove
To stoke all of the fires
The cause behind every relapse
That tempts us to collapse,
Perhaps is best not known
But a flash upon the reasons, then,
For replicating failure when,
Again, it is not shown
Yet have you but one thought on this:
A tonic for our bonds amiss;
Dismiss the first stone thrown
And all that we could ever want or have or know or be
I crave, I rove
I gave my trove
For just one chance to see!
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The heads turn
As I walk past
I look towards them
They twist away fast
Start conversation
It doesn't last
And I feel a hundred pairs of eyes burning holes in the back of my skull
Everyone wants to look at me but nobody wants to look me in the eye
Everyone wants to look at me but nobody wants to look me in the eye
Everyone wants to look my way but nobody will ever look me in the eye
Somebody took me
For a ride
Said they adored me
But they lied
Now I live on the outside
Of the outside
Because the rebels and the punks and the freaks and the queers don't want to know me
Because everyone wants to look at me but nobody wants to look me in the eye
Everyone wants to look at me but nobody wants to look me in the eye
Everyone wants to look my way but nobody will ever look me in the eye
Suspicion arises
They don't believe
Me when I tell them
I don't deceive
But I resent no-one
As I turn to leave
I'm perfectly happy out here
Where
Everyone wants to look at me but nobody wants to look me in the eye
Everyone wants to look at me but nobody wants to look me in the eye
Everyone wants to look my way but nobody will ever look me
In the eye
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5. |
"Novelette"
05:38
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[EXPLICIT]
Watching all the cunts go by
The drunken dreg with his open fly
The horny brat with a spark in her eye
And the stillness between them, that's you
Listening to the slurping of Guinness
The working lady conducting business
The ageing sage in his fading wiseness
And the questions they all ask of you
The freezing patrons with the aching feet
Who cannot sit within the heat
The empty tables with all the free seats
Have been reserved for you
I've long ceased, long ceased writing that novelette
I never knew what it was for
I'm closing, closing your tab and clearing your debt
And I'm not selling to you anymore
The stumbling juicehead who still wants more
The soaked pub-crawler collapsed on the floor
The hopeless troublemaker thrown out the door
Was just ejected from you
The 7-foot bouncer with machismo bare
The pierced biker with the piercing glare
The stoic veteran with a thousand-yard stare
All step aside for you
The lookalike students who think they're so clever
Will betray their studies and do whatever
It takes to please and they'll do it forever
If it means just a word from you
I'm pouring, pouring your succour down the sink
I never knew what it was for
I'm covering, covering up the canvas with black ink
And I'm not painting you anymore
The old gluttons never have their fill
They were longing then, they are longing still
Whether under the needle or over the hill
They're all still thinking of you
Following the worshippers walking in line
Beneath dying stars that misalign
And disorder the cosmos in order to shine
Their ardent light upon you
The distant but deafening cathedral bell chimes
Signalling the death of my pathetic rhymes
And the birth of so many unforgettable times
As the world goes to bed with you
I'm breaking, breaking my guitar and snapping the strings
I never knew what it was for
I'm taking, taking away the beauty from all things
And I'm not looking for you anymore, anymore
And I've long ceased, long ceased writing that novelette
I never knew what it was for
I'm changing, changing the covers on which you wept
And I'm not singing to you
No I'm not singing to you
And I'm not singing to you anymore
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