The City is Buzzing
double deckers running
Pigeons flying around

Get warm in the building
Out from where it’s raining
Shutting out the sound

Silence
Coffee
Concentration
Eyes down
Hard work
Information

Clock tower strikes the hours
Rustling in the corridors
Footsteps clunking about

I love to learn
when not playing D&D
Me and my Four eyes crowd

Silence
Coffee
Concentration
Eyes down
Hard work
Information

Drinking rum under coconut trees

Laying in sand by tropical seas

Sun beating down, we move to the rhythm

 

High on the breeze of a distant jet steam

Paying with a smile and a bit of company

Don’t mind me just making conversation

 

We can jump if you wanna jump if you wanna take the jump
 

With tree of life we’re swaying in the breeze

Moon sail grins, energy caries

This loaded cargo hither and thither

 

Gain some lose some but never salty

Dogs might bark but the threat is empty

Keep well away from where the snakes slither

 

We can jump if you wanna jump if you wanna take the jump

 

Exclusively folks willing to voyage too far

Can determine how far anyone can go

Purely people willing overdo

Can ascertain just what is possible

Lyrics- Apoidea

Life giver
we raise our cups up to you
Oh Bountiful one,
may we someday deserve you, is said
As your Children feast upon your flesh, oh
Matriphagy, this corpse becomes a bed

Tiny angels hover round your head
Ambrosia keeps the feeding fed
Forever stretching on in multiplicity
Bloom, please eternally bloom

The very dust that makes us
Fertile spores through which we’re built
Music of creation,
humming in the evening still
May you forever sing
May you forever sing

The very dust that makes us
The dagger buried to the hilt
Who will lift it from you now?
Who will serve thy will?

Lyrics- Peculiar Sock

Who’s sock is this my darling?
Tell me. what have you done?
Where has my lover been and when?
Have you been having fun?

With strangers, frolicking in sheets
Whilst I was out of town
Or is it a best friend of mine
Someone I brought around

This sock has been on my head all day
I’ve got the thing stuck in my brain
I need to know my love,
need to know my love,
need to know

It’s threads are like a spiders web to me
From which my mind cannot break free
What are it’s origins please tell me
Tell me.

Who’s sock is this my darling?
I really must insist,
you tell me right this instance,
I won’t be having it.

I bring you mutton, candy canes
And other special things
Is this how you repay me?
With secrets, lies and flings?

Return to the wild
You cannot salvage
This thing you call life
Any longer

Freedom is eaten up
By the technological
Reform it is impossible

Violent Collapse
I wanna see a violent collapse
Only thing that’s gonna save you is the
Tricky package that I’m mailing

Cut through the land
I felt it like my own hand
Kaczynski will see machines
Rage on no longer

Catching me will cost you more
than you ever know
Dodge like cat and mouse
From the law for eighteen fucking years

She did not start out quite this way-
Her Exotic Dancing
Was quite a hit in Paris
Getting risky with the crowd

Her Russian love on the front line
Got blinded and shot down
She begged the French government to see him
They granted at a cost

She make her way, she go to bed
The Prince of the Weimar
Once In Germany
she sang a very different song

Oh Mata Hari, Mata Hari
My love what have you done
Against the wall, make peace with god
Codename H-21

She had no more than bedroom gossip
For a wearisome Weimar
Angry at her some say
That it was no accident

In 1917 the French
caught wind of a signal
Germany receiving information
From a Paris hotel room

Oh Mata Hari, Mata Hari
My love what have you done
Against the wall, make peace with god
Codename H-21

Lyrics- Painkiller

I was not privy to the conversation
Where it was decided the cupboard would go there
I feel it really ruins the room
I’m not happy about it
No I don’t want to keep talking about it
How has this topic been going for a full hour?

I need a Painkiller and a glass of gin
Don’t tell me not to mix you’re not my mother
No matter how much you might want to act
I need a Painkiller and a lot of fresh air
No I don’t know when I’m coming home
Christ just give me some space

Hi Could you come pick me up?
I’m about an hours drive…

Last night I slept at a friends
No you don’t know him…

Neither did I till last night but…
I’m sorry I didn’t answer your calls

I thought we needed to cool off
Thing is I’ve lost my wallet… please don’t hang up please don’t hang up

I need a painkiller and a glass of gin
A ride home would help.
Yeah a ride home would really help
I need a painkiller and soft warm bed
Because I’m coming home
I’m sorry for what I’ve done

Garage rock made in the bedroom.

Person 1 had always hated the existence of Ipswich with its snotty, sticky strong features. It was a place where he felt indiferent.

He was an able to think, worthy of processing, bleach drinker with musty tendrils and oppressive nostrils. His friends saw him as a powerless, powerful post man. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a smooth vulnerabile creature. That's the sort of man he was.

Person 1 walked over to the window and reflected on his obviously there surroundings. The overcast teased like running imaginary friends.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Person 2 . Person 2 was a dreamy unreasonable with wagging tendrils and cooky nostrils.

Person 1 gulped. He was not prepared for Person 2.

As Person 1 stepped outside and Person 2 came closer, he could see the melted glint in her eye.

Person 2 gazed with the affection of 2497 wide joyous joe's. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want closure."

Person 1 looked back, even more satisfied and still fingering the confirmed to be there memory bank. "Person 2, I will tell you what you're looking for," he replied.

They looked at each other with perplexed feelings, like two ancient, average ameba pushing at a very imaginative gathering, which had aphex twin-style music music playing in the background and two wholesome uncles dragging to the beat.

Person 1 regarded Person 2's wagging tendrils and cooky nostrils. "I feel the same way!" revealed Person 1 with a delighted grin.

Person 2 looked wondering, her emotions blushing like a pong, panicky processor.

Then Person 2 came inside for a nice drink of bleach.

THE END