Boyband

Your so cool
And not at all a fool
People would scream
At the latest teen idols
Flashing blazen clean
On the front covers of the magazines
Only to be rejected
By the spontainious redials
As the boy bands fans
Haud like swelling glands
Crushing with stampedes
Of trippling feet
To greet the false dawning
Of pomposity
Miming with all to well
Timed senses of perfection
As the same old spokes
of the overly oild machine
As everything seemed to gleam
With a deadly unrealistic sheen
Oh you have to be so keen
To look at me with any kind of disparatee
For in reallity we are just weeded out
Glamour rags with no personality
I mean look at this glossy magazine
And turn to page 17
For there is picture
Of me with the queen
Feeling so prestine
As his eyes would shimmer
A reflective repartee
And the family friendly feed
They would put on as armoury
To defend thee
To hide the thrift reallity
Dawning choruses of oh look at me
Don't I look good in tweed
Oh waht a perspective to have
When your downing rights
10 street thunder
And no that is not me
Blundering out of the club
Sucking upto pigs
For the sweets of what was
Once Top Of the Pops jamboree
From the clanging sounds of Jimmy Savill
To the 90's separtee
Of the two step dance moves
We repeat with irony
So come put a smile on our faces
For we are pop pickers tastes
As we are dancing along
Tony Blakburns face
With a gleam and glammour
Of the TV streams
Live audience kick and stream
With bloody mass tears
As their pop idols come fallin
Crashing out of their heavenly air!

9/6/2009

Watch your Streets

Watch these streets
Ther maybe BNP seats
With all their candidates
Running up with grease
Like nast insects
With itching bights
are hiding our sights
For racism is what we want
They all huff and puff
For the fight of the White Mans plight
Only to find out
We are all really imigrants
Just like the other types
You see how can we irradicate
Something this country has been built on
With its rich history
Of invasions and vacuous glee
That will always wilt the BNPs party pollicies
For they are really nasty boned thugs
working like a machine
To spread eagle disparatee
A bit like Nazi pollicy
Running through their blood
Slap their bitches
And treat them rough
Only tender on equal terms
To those of the same point of view
Or blood as you
Your old views on
How we should view
Those of other clothes
Not wanting to give in
To those with differents skins
because they have no belongings
They would chuinder and sing
With the sounds of stinging
Fists of glory ringing

So Fuck the BNP
And their nationalistic views
which really are very skewed
Out of date and lewed
As barrell clenching teeth
Scower like dodgy security guards
Up for a fight
As they claim to be in the right
And we are in the wrong
For letting others sing our songs
Settles and belong

So watch your streets
As they maybe BNP seats
So when you go and vote
In your polling stations
Then sing your voice
And make the right choice
Just don't be brought in
By their whips and their stings
Of their false presentings
Being nice and clean
Because they are really
Vile human beings

The Nightmares Of The Girl Next Door

Take down the burning woods
brake and burn off the old memmories
The girl next door in broken skin
From tortures of sado masacism
The young son falls
For her gentle charm

The nightmares are flowing
Back into his eyes
Of the memmories of the girl next door

Her owner strang her
up against the walls
Stretching her naked flesh
With the skin singing
As the burning ropes
Tightened on her wrists and her ankles
And th haunted aunts words
Would rattle out
As young son Davey began to scream and shout
as her sister is abused
With the brothers standing in line

The nightmares are flowing
Back into his eyes
Of the memmories of the girl next door

Her aunt straddles her
Against the wire bed
There is only one thing darling
Boys want you for
Thats the spot between your legs
That make you the draw
But if you open it up
Then it will make you a whore
As the boys have a go one by one
As her her poorly beaten sister
Stares onwards and glum

The nightmares are flowing
Back into his eyes
Of the memmories of the girl next door

She used to paint
Beautiful pictures of swirling colour
Her cuts are brazen
From the sheer wieght of the sheefs
Looks at this boys
She is doing us down
Lets punish her for
Bringing the policeman around
And lets whip her sister
for the sheer petulance

The nightmares are flowing
Back into his eyes
Of the memmories of the girl next door

Now Davey is spent at his desk
Sniffing the seconds
Of his cold dry Whisky
Staring at the the unscrabbled
Picture of colours
As he unfirls the memmories
Of torturing nightmares
Drawing on tears
Amongst the banks of the crab fished rivers
Where stumbling they met
On a warm summers day

The nightmares are flowing
Back into his eyes
Of the memmories of the girl next door

The pain is plastered across his face
As the tear stained wood
Is riddled with knots
So no one can claim
To know what pain is
As Davey sips the drifts
Of the whisky washed air
Swigging the Whisky washed air
Shedding the memmories off his blood
Holding back th barrackings
In the hidden circumstances
Where not a peep was heard
Until the scars she bore were refreshed
No one believes a little boys voice
as they all think he is crying wolf

The Crush

Oh sunshine give me hope
That there is a fire that
I can stoke
The flames of a smile are lasting
Whilst thick clouds
are drawing in
So where should I begin
With a story so perplexing
A smile
A stare with a glare
To you over there
With fair brown hair
And a body to spare
with whispers of almost debonair
Complexion of skin
Bronzed and singed
A gentle sensiousness in touch
A blushing rippling feeling
Does wash me up and down
Lifting the furrowed brow
With a smile to endour
With a warmth that
I hope does not sour
God I don't mean
To be sounding dour

You said that I always made you smile
But I can't help but feel
That I cramp all your styles
You make me feel miles high
With my heart pumping like a stye
From the rubber eyed youth
And slender mis-abuse
Because you think you are so obtuece
But you have nothing to fear
because you will always be enedeared
By a warmth of atmosphere
Please take me anywhere but here dear
Because I cant help but stear
My sight into the plushing eye
Of your face
Shining plumped lips pushing
as you breath words
Of image concerns
As you said you wanted a washboard stumach
You did mo care for Annorexic dispair
Because no phillipino masses
Have ounces of fat on their lasses

Its hard to look good
And not be mis-understood
By those of opposite sex's
Burning hexes
Of charicterizations of
How others judge you
For their enjoyments
And the avante caring
For the one thing
The addictiveness of compulsion
Crushes and urges
Brings on this hearts
With a romeo clanging in the head
Just wanting to spittle out
Words that are tumbling out
With a vile sound
Of a shafted quickness
And quivering pounding
Oh my god!
My skin is shrowding to the blunderous
Blushing tones of a beetroot Red
As she stared smiling
with white valed teeth
This has almost scary intent
I want to ask her one big thing
Will she?
Do You?
in fractuous moments
Where one hopes something will happen
To spread the possitivity
Or leave me in the usual heart break and dispree

Free the Crow

Sat in the cage
The crow just sqwarked
The repressive voices
Did the million man marches
Of self expression
Get diluted to fit in
With todays mamouth marathons
Of cultural exclusion
Asthe scary truths
We put upon another type
He said hitting his beak
Against the wire of the cage
Rattling him with rage
And I could see his tears
Roll on down his feather tarred up skin
I have been through the battles
And this is the respect that I get
He said featheringthe wire bars
Holding him with castration
Just as I stand and stare listening in

So free me now
And open up this cage
Because I need to flex these wings

I mean is it really freedom
If I am sat here in a cage
Being poked at by sticks or mornacades
For the gazing hauds
To hound my very image
Holding down this voices
to stereotype mimic and swipe
He crowed as I just stand here
Watching him fleet
Shuffling his across the wire
And onto the swing
He had a certain menace about him
With the scard up legs
Folding on his balance
And with one eye bleeding
These are my wounds
From masters whips and chains

So free me now
And open up this cage
Because I need to flex these wings

So I open up the cage
which was a mesh of blood nad wire
Interlocking my fingers
To pull it apart
With loud screams
I hear coming out
Out of his beaks
quivering tones of frustrations
And reliefe as the trap door
Of his life opend
Wide up to his eyes
I never thought I would see the day
When this crow could speak
With out the walls of wires
Closing me in
He sqwarked edgily
As he hobbled out
To the bright lights of the world outside
As he flew out of the cage
Shone with with a blackened velvet
Feel as he flapped his broken wings
Thanking me for de-chaining his slavoury
And giving him a right to be

So free me now
And open up this cage
Because I need to flex these wings

On The Spot

So waiting here
For the curtain to drop
I feel my heart pulversing
With nervous drops
As sweat bleeds out
Of my head and my hands
I stand here like a withered man
As I open up my vocal glands
For nothing to really stand

As the curtains are flung open
I feel a never ending circus
Of desperation
Cradling frantic thoughts
As I try to think clearly
With the braking black cloud
Luminating in my head
As I can see eyes peering perilously
With the voices of go on idiot
Make us laugh
Make us heave and half
With your fat anecdotes
On which we know you will choke

The lights I can feel
Blazing on my forehead
Pointing to random things
As people become objectives
Of ear peeling perspectives
As I cant help but feel
Myself ranting out of control
Because all you want to hear
Is jokes from the fat mans lear
And self repressed thoughts
Of manic depressive saunts
as voices argue and riddle and toll
God we must destroy
This baron empty soul

I feel myself battling
With all good will
but there is something making it ill
As braldy man steps up
With a knife in his hand
I can see a fear in his eyes
Ready to rip me to shrides
His eyes beam a hollow light
As he reaches out with fright
Grabbing my head from the lights
And wheelding the knife
He screams down you go
Good bye to your life
Rest up in the levans
Of pain and strife
Because we dont want to
Hear about your Life

Empty Smile

Empty smiles rattle on the vacant bottles
That lined her walls
The E marked pills
That she tried to choke
In her vulnerable state
As the Medication ran to the psychiatrists chair
Picking out questions
From her unwound chest
Of tears that stained her face
Of desolate smiles
Echoed with the papering up cracks
That splinter all the shells

Because my My friend
You have got to smile
So show your teeth
And mine will break another day

Her bent on head
Dangled down the drains
As she was puking all the frustrations again
Haunting ramifications left
Unburdoning sense of disapointment
As the doctors perscriptions
Rattle around redundantly
She handed out the nails
In screams for help
Her withered voice
Just gushed out empty smiles

Because my My friend
You have got to smile
So show your teeth
And mine will break another day

In the shadow
She lay her broken smile
And wrapped it up in a stone cold box
The lid that marked her out
Swept her voice under the carpet
With a million trodden voices
That brake out for the spooked words
Calling the heart that she beat
Under false pretentions

Because my My friend
You have got to smile
So show your teeth
And mine will break another day

Hiding it all
In her thickend smiles
Around the softend faces
Her fading pale lit eyes
Ring out with the nervouse stride
In comforting walls of pain
The strains that she would
Bring the knives to the table
And burn her skin
Till the roses trickle red

Because my My friend
You have got to smile
So show your teeth
And mine will break another day