One rainy day, inside the boredom has her mind There must be villains to disarm there on the other side That lucifer's been down her neck all yesterday For now she mustn't get away or she'd be satisfied Such a textbook to be heading for That sandy-coloured planet tonight This is for when he lets you down Always under, no big wonder Don't get away, don't get away Token bitch and none the richer You never ever had it so good The op-eds taking lead to point her to the fray And when the wine is going flat there's one more thing to mourn The frontiers have brought her luxury complaints It's easy wearing minor scars when most are never born And what better way to mope than on That sandy-coloured planet tonight This is where he will get you down Always under, no big wonder Don't get away, don't get away Token bitch and none the richer Sand is the colour of your town Her mind as shallow as the dunes On sandy-coloured planets alike This is for when they let you down Always under, no big wonder Don't get away, don't get away Stay a bitch and none the richer You never ever had it so good

What a lovely summer morn What a day to get being born Little did I know that I would spend my years to come by tiny hours Still I'm lucky to be born On such a lovely summer morn And then by noon she crossed my flight Around the meadow by the resting of the willow We could dwell inside the grove Shading from the sun above Can I see you here again tonight? She was hours ahead of me Told me of the things that be We flew toward the sun We settled down to watch the evening come I'm so lucky being alive With such a lovely lady fly And then the evening crossed our flight So she told me to be waiting by the willow She'd be back within a while And she left me with a smile Saying we would fly together through the night But then the sun turned out its light And I'm left there waiting, weeping like the willow For this hour yesterday She was greeted with her day She won't be back again to see the night She has died and so will I By the untimely morning light One life is not enough for a mayfly But it was a lovely morn Yes, it was a lovely morn...

There's a hole in the forest Where everybody hides There's a hole, let's be honest You go there when you cry When the least of your mornings Will preserve your nightly ride You can let on all that you're worth In our plastic sea of mirth There's a core in each story That everybody knows No one cares for its origins Lest it may seem to blow If the sun yields no paper By the way it sets to burn Nothing ever will bring you worth In our plastic sea of mirth These first rays of the sunrise Bring everybody down It don't gel with the story That love is all around When the harshest of mornings Steals away your nightly bride Rest assured to be a casualty You go with the times You belong in the rhymes When the summer urges smiling On the ones whose brains are frying Plastic fuses shut your sea of mirth There's a brand on the sidewalk It shares with what you lost And she wished you the best On the job you then forgot Looking forward to show her There's strength in being a jerk In a flash you'll be on you own In your plastic sea of mirth There's a hole in the forest That nobody can find There's a hole in your conciense From which I try to hide When the tunes cut their assets Due from working overtime This alone has never brought me worth You go with the times You belong in the rhymes Teach me how to nail the salad Feed my urge for writing ballads Drain the plastic from your sea of mirth

Sitting in my kitchen, never really care what you do By sitting in my kitchen and never caring for what you do You cannot really call me out unless I call for your too Come into my kitchen, help yourself a piece of my pie Come into my kitchen, help yourself a piece of my pie If I don't get in yours, it's alright, I don't care for why Do ya get a lotta booty for cramming that opinion in? Do ya get a lotta booty for cramming that opinion in? Well, you'd get with the fool if she'll put her ends to your will Giant halls and golden pots D'you really think I want the lot? If your kitchen's really worth Put your money where your mouth is The pot is boiling quite alright If I don't put out now will you hold a gun to my head? Your god's alright for now But what about tomorrow? He'll shine by your rules Upon all the fools you loathe and accuse If your hard-hearted honey never giveth in to your loss If your hard-hearted honey never giveth in to your loss Set her up for you rally, make sure there's a bent for your cause Sitting in my kitchen doesn't make me better than you Staying in my kitchen doesn't make me better than you But keeping out of yours, not trying to call you out on it do Giant halls and golden pots D'you reall think I want the lot If your kitchen's really worth Put your money where your mouth is The pot is smouldering quite alright Do help yourself but don't hold a gun to my head Your god's alright for now But what about tomorrow? He'll shine by your rules Upon all the fools you loathe and accuse

Narcissia, Narcissia Do you align with your talking? Narcissia, Narcissia That you deny their hawking? She got snaps for each mood, she got flicks for each wound, Narcissia She got plenty tonight, she got wet sheets in sight, Narcissia She got off on the writings on the wall alright She got prisms and lights to shed rainbows on fights, Narcissia She will tell you the truth 'bout the toil of her youth, Narcissia Now she feeds on the writings on her wall alright Her's a life on a flowerbed And assured to be giving head For to be seen, to be held as another dream Now she's rooting on the violet Gathering power on her amulet Who would say no to the being of her beauty? Narcissia, Narcissia Who you assign your ambition Narcissia, Narcissia Will put you down given permission She does good and she knows, on her job she saves souls, Narcissia She lets on all her deeds, put forth all that she reads, Narcissia She gets on by your answering her call, alright She's content with her lot, being a matress with a slot, Narcissia She's a flowery guise, calling you to admire, Narcissia And she leans on your writings on her wall tonight

Leaves hang low around the alleyway Reminding by their tints how long the stay Long enough to know for sure What I added to the score Set aside the blooming flower stalks of yore What I should have read before we met Might have changed her daily TV set Just one night to understand The calculus of hand in hand A thousand nights worth of a certain brand Tumbleweed, waking hours Making reasons to remain Swept away all the same Rolling quietly in the rain Tumbleweed, give no rest Give no break, bother me I'm tired of being free Waiting quietly in vain I could build a shell that's vast enough To acommodate the rest of my life I'm not like the other trees For the others don't like me Given up on making sense of what I see Beware the door, sweet babe, it's never far away It may shut out all love but also any pain I might not ever give you much I might not even dare to touch I might be satisfied altering your day Or your night, if you let me

And we gathered around the hearth of summer eve To share tales around the fire We would drink to the shape of things to come and weave A mist 'round the local shire And she flew in by the window As the light beams called her in She's the sweetest tale I've ever seen Would she wind up in my dream? Once a fairily envisioned lady of the woods A dance through the common fire Once a thought, would she ever go from where she stood To where the cold would bring her nigher Come the morning, come the light She belonged to another tribe She's the sweetest tale I've ever heard Though she never spoke one word Like a moth to candle light She was lured into the night She's the sweetest tale I'll ever tell Though it didn't end up well The sweetest tales are never saved For the ones who dare only wait

Now he's done with the paper Proving that luck is the downfall of freebirds Now seeing to his alm check From the tribune pays his lunch at the faculty First they seized the red alliance Then the merchant trading science Then the kosher band of brothers And nobody was left to call out when they came to me Now clutched in his hand Keys to the vault storing wildlife and matters Wild acres are blooming By his wand till he's done and retired First they seized the red alliance Then the merchant trading science Then the kosher band of brothers And nobody was left to call out when they came to me Only men of high forseeing Drag their missions off from the scene Silently one straining his seed One dollar for your truth One million for the warding men of no redemption Only relying on good intention of the professor's longed for invention Only those who can forsee What he is querying live on the scene Led by the high-end moral of greed One dollar for your truth One million for to silent the oath of the professor Violent the breach of his oppressor Loud is the preacher, wild is the dreamer's vow

Heightened are your able sense Grasping the scenery although No sharper than your way of tracing When the nature conspires Withholds the beauty I'll sing in braille tonight Heightened are your fire arms Facing the undecipherable Those who utter what you're to know Should put out the fire And keep silent And sing in braille tonight Sharpened are the rules you crave Not to miss out on anything Quit your singing, quit your talking Quit your writing letters Just for the chosen And sing in braille tonight Widened are your social sense Maybe we could bring out the cold Of impressions to the gifted Bring it down to level Below our failure And sing in braille tonight Narrowed are your common sense Of all the things you understand Though it's worth if you'd be flattered So the ones in favour Won't mind their own While singing in braille tonight And if you're to make some sense Leave to the audience to cheer If you listen, if you see it You would be there with them Although I'm sorry Won't sing in braille tonight

Safe in the cradle and handed your lunch Living off loot of the diligent bunch A whimpering pundit, you call for amends by the fed Entitled the luxury of being red Crying for justice, it's easy to do When safe in the womb that'll keep you from doom A thousand mothers with raving historical score Each one a dependant and desperate whore Praising the guns you never have to hold Content with leaving them out in the cold Clutched in the hands of the zealots that barter your faith Dead sure they'll never be pointing your way Meanwhile they let you on Oh, how they let you on That the peace you crave is prospering under a different throne Then you wonder and you cry Why the baptists heed the bootlegger call Why the violence, why the hate You're the reason, you're the bait A flash in the gutter on your own street A flash disarming the hands that greet You scream at the blood but don't know where it's coming from And seek for a cure in benevolent law Put lids on all things that you don't want to see Put gag on all those who you don't want to hear You gamble the ballot, hope for trigger bans that you crave So don't you complain when your words are empaled You're so proud to make a fuss Proud when somebody hails your cuss You're an idle leech appealing to mobs that deal your bread Then you wonder and you cry Why the baptists heed the bootlegger call Why the violence, why the hate You're the reason, you're the bait And still you writhe upon The wars and famine going on But the sums you add derive from the same panopticon Borderline guards, deficit overlords Withdrawing the hands that have started the war In pride and not give in to that they failed their creed You blindly hang onto your faith in their deed Scorning the brownshirts in fear to be caught With seeing in the mirror your common onslaught Of divine intervention, poetic hegelian stance An equity Shangri-la at your command A lord that provides you with all that you need Could later as well seize all of your yield Exchanging your goods for the blood of the undertow Exchanging the millions of lives for your goal Confusing the freedom with means to gain With leverage over a public domain Granting the baptizing vultures access to your soul And granting their waste of you hard-earned gold Then you wonder and you cry Why the baptists heed the bootlegger call Why the violence, why the hate You're the reason, you're the bait Don't you cry now, it's your want You're the baptist in the bootlegger ward You're the violence, you're the hate You're the reason, you're the state It's your country, it's your land You're the baptist holding the bootlegger hand May you suffer under law Of your ideals, of your awe