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From the strange to the perverse - contributors welcome.....and will be kept anonymous! These are ideas and snippets

 
With apologies to Bernie Taupin

Dark Place

I am going down to the dark place
I am going down to the dark place, it ain’t safe to wake me, leave me well alone
I am going down to the dark place
I am going down to the dark place, it ain’t safe to wake me, leave me well alone
Pain is in the corner
Pain is in my corner
Pain is in the dark place
Leave me in the dark place tonight
Living on the surface
Living in the surface, just not quite below, not ever up above
This is like the dark place, feeding on the dark space
Trapped inside the dark space that is just my dark place
Staring at my dark face, fearing all the timescape
Darken all the mirrors in the dark place
Light is enemy
So is company
Night is falling, do not catch it, do not hold it
Leave it to the dark space
Leave it
Leave it
Leave it well alone
 
First Look Of The Dead

First look of the dead, last look of the living
First look of the dead, last look of the living
Lay down your sweet head, there’s no more forgiving

As they lay her down to rest, the earth closed all around
No more sign of heaving breast, the air bereft of sound
With silent mourners standing still and tears yet fear to fall
Only dogs can hear a distant shrill as death slips by them all

Captured in a second, the last sight that you see
A photograph of lifes last gasp
In the album of eternity
What do you want it to be?
What do you want it to be?
What do you want it to be?

If you dare to sleep tonight, you’ll dream that you’re awake
Reality and fantasy will both unite to blur your waking state
You see her face in moments flash, no fix upon her eyes
But none can ever hope to mask the pain of her death cry
 
 Mouthful Of Feathers

I say yes and you say whatever
You give me a kiss, it’s a mouthful of feathers
This sucks, this sucks, this sucks
I say now and you say whenever
You give me a kiss, it’s a mouthful of feathers
This sucks, this sucks, this sucks

Get me out of here, get me a drink, get me a beer, oh yeah
The deserts drifting in to my dry mouth, into my skin, oh yeah

I say yes and you say whatever
You give me a kiss, it’s a mouthful of feathers
This sucks, this sucks, this sucks
I say now and you say whenever
You give me a kiss, it’s a mouthful of feathers
This sucks, this sucks, this sucks

Get her out of here, get me one large pint I can sink, oh yeah
The drought is closing in to burn me up, can’t feel nothing, oh yeah
 
Girl At The Back

Here on the stage I can burn like a flame
Rising and crashing, my moment of fame
For an hour that seems like forever
I can scream, I can dream
I can be the man I wanted to be

Here on the stage I can’t remember my name
Seeing and feeling so alive again
For a moment that brings us together
I can die, I can fly
I can be the man I wanted to be

In the darkness, between the lights
Far beyond those eyes in front of me
I can feel her eating into me
I can feel her reaching out to me
I give her hope, she sends back pain
I give her life, she dies again

How can you be so sad……
Girl at the back
Girl at the back
The Station

She is just standing there, I wonder if she cares….anymore
The sounds just pass her by, she’s in another time….and place
You see the look on her face
Time to go, time to go
There is no freedom show
This is the one and only stop
And if it passes by, will you see her cry?
Will you see her cry?
Will you see her cry?

She is just standing there, and there’s a vacant chair…..but no
So when did she get off, was this her chosen stop….who cares?
You she her just stand and stare
Let it go, let it go
There is no picture show
This is the terminus of lost
And if it’s not her time, will the scars unwind?
Will the scars unwind?
Will the scars unwind?

And I am just a blur, to her
A distant echo of where she’s from
I wonder if, I wonder if
She’s still standing at the station, waiting for another train to come

 

Peter…CCTV

Carrying the Times, Peter’s early this time
The train is far later today
Moving right on to a spot in the sun
You can’t see a light in his eyes
Caught in the moment the routine is all
And consumes him and many around
Life has no meaning, just passing by, fleeting
Like the carriages as they rock the ground

Looks like rain, again
Looks just the same, again
Turned upside down, may be black will be brown
And the straight lines will go round the bend
Deep underground, where faint hearts start to drown
There’s a rumble of thunder and then…..

Silence, so rare and so thin as the air, the invisible comes into view
Light, so oblique, it comes with mystique and defining it confuses too

Peter is there and he’s combing his hair
Unaware of his own tragedy
Faintly disturbed by a girl on the platform
He hides from his own destiny
Later he’ll crawl into darkness and recall her
A face that just slips out of view
For now back to town, up and then down
In between work will carry him through

Then, a moment, catch it, hold it
Turning to dust as we watch
Dare he ignore it, could he explore it
A feeling, a notion, a fact?
This new black and white
Documentary of life
Could still bring colour to the darkest of nights


Peter’s on tape and his life can’t escape
As it plays over and over again
To save him, we must erase him
Let him loose to start over my friend
Fearing the weekend, a mere blip and we spend
The time, wasting time, all the time
As with the light and the so precious air
Time invisible, passes us by

 

White Noise

You heard it, straight down from the trees
I hear it baby, kinda creeps up on me yeah
Wash away those blood stained tears baby
That stuffs for the blind, it’s that white noise coming
Yeah that same old white noise, wow yeah
Simple and clean, white noise coming
Down and dirty white noise yeah

I told you, but you ain’t listening baby, so yeah
Get down and listen hard baby, listen to me
Sip it up and taste it now lady, slip down real slow
You got the thirst for my white noise baby, down, down it goes
Yeah my baby that’s my white noise, ooh, ooh
Fresh from the barrel, white noise coming
Slick and fast white noise yeah

You think it, so you gonna come around for more
No worries yeah, plenty right at my door baby
Kick it in and lay it down and around and around
What goes around, yeah, it’s more white noise flying
It’s not your first white noise, is it baby, no way
Right on the money, white noise coming
Talk to Jose baby, white noise yeah

Die Anonymous

Grey life, grey wife, grey day, grey night
Disappear, each year, in turn you fear
Tomorrow

No change, the same, always, hey hey
Pass by, a sigh, one slip you die
Tomorrow

Invisible man
You can
But you don’t
Invisible man
You can
But you won’t

Look into your future now
Step into the world where you will
Die anonymous
Die anonymous

 

End Of War

I watched the mist roll over the sea
And fiery sunsets, that left a lasting fire in me
I look again with silence gone
The mist is smoke from spitting guns
In time the sea will bring the fire on to the shore
And I will scream for the end of war

I dream of quiet to comfort me
When thunder comes I hope it’s only clouds I see
And rain to wash away my pain
With all the blood that’s spilt today
In time my mind will fade the horrors that I saw
And I may yet see the end of war

Empty the bullets son
Onto the floor and not into some other fathers son
Take that first step, that leap of faith
And hear the future call

Hey Ho America

Shoot them dead, bury your head, America
Contradict all conflict, America

Lie down and die, stand up and fight
Look for the saint that sins in the mirror
Preserving life to save for the killer

Enough said, blue or red, America
Cocaine shift, suck or lick, America

Take the moral ground, as the south states drown
Blot out the sun and destroy the hun
Build a new town and blow one down
Get so much fun from one small gun
….till it kills your son

So much self control, which way birth control, America
Run the oil fields dry, watch the oceans rise, America

Suffer the hurt, from bar to church
God will forgive you of all your sins
As God made the world, man made heroin

So TV led, as the media press, America
Feed your souls, to the black hole, America