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Monthly Archives: January 2011

Now go tell your Mother one last time
That this bottle of gin doesn’t have much time.
I work and I slave and I bleed everyday
The good book says that I should have my way.

Now go tell your Mother one last time
That this towns flooding and its hard to stay dry.
The last thing I want is to have to think.
Go down to Old Jim and buy your Da his drink.

Now go tell your Mother one last time
Ive been looking to the skies, waiting for a sign.
There ain’t nothing but clouds, fighting angels, and rain
Nothing will ever be the same again.

Now go tell your Mother one last time
There is no where else to go to find the Shine.
I look down the road to see what lies ahead
And all that I see is that I’m better off dead.

Now go tell your Mother one last time
That Im being punished yet I’ve done no crime.
On the streets, in the cold, is where I am all day
Why can’t this old nightmare just go away.

Now go tell your Mother one last time
I know that I am mean but I try to be kind.
I’m just living this life of bloody memory
of days trying to fight off that blood sucking Queen.

Now go tell your Mother one last time
That I’ve had enough and I’ll take whats mine.
With fists or with shouts this man will have his say
And then we can move on to a new brighter day.

Now go tell your Mother one last time
That this bottle of gin doesn’t have much time.
I work and I slave and I bleed everyday
The good book says that I should have my way.

Turn the corner, its right in the way of your stare.
Turn the corner, hes waiting for his share
Turn the corner, the time has finally come.
Turn the corner, for life has just begun.
Turn the corner, close your eyes and lead the way.
Turn the corner, and the flesh fades away.
Turn the corner, and Feel the future slip and slide
Turn the corner, and never ever look behind.
Turn the corner, the beast is at your back.
Turn the corner, or with teeth and knuckle attack.
Turn the corner, wrestle scream and fight.
Turn the corner, for there cannot always be Night.
Turn the corner, and find yourself reborn.
Turn the corner, and walk the Fields of Lore.
Turn the corner, and know your destiny has come.
Turn the corner, and now gaze upon the glory of the sun.

Its a worry
Its a rumble
Its a foot on a nail
Its a gamble
Its a “sorry”
Its a crying wail
Its a song
Its a sight
Its a ship without sail
Its a fire
Its a fight
Its a judgment with no scales
Its a smile
Its a kiss
Its a cat with a furry tail
Its a drive
Its a system
Its a memory that will never fail.

It begins in a dream a simple thing, a figure in the dark, one that leaves no mark, just a memory of what had been in a life never lived. It’s a light where there is only black, a mingling of flesh with claws  along the back. It tears and I cry but I smile because I lie, and she simply moans as we both wish we could someday, like this, die. Her taste is that of a drug, her lips are like needles I roll along my tongue, I cannot stop myself for I am not myself for the two have become one. We mold together as was meant to be we pull back time from its seams and show the truth of ourselves a swirling of smoke upon itself for this is the end and I sigh for at the end there are no lines and fractions break us down into the sublime, but, there are times, when my senses become entwined, and I feel a feeling I thought that died. Time, is a rhyme for what I now know seems strange and I cannot tell the future from the past but I can still feel her claws along my back. To start again is the thing and try to hold that feeling until there is nothing left but ash and dust as King and by that day my bones will be old rust and I’ll remember everything. This is thy Kingdom as this is mine and let us settle this one more time as the sand runs dry and let the Angels sing, and in the End it will be worth everything.