Categories
pettifogging

Message 353: Embed Amok

Categories
lyrics

Message 352: Atoms for Peace “Default”

It slipped my mind.
And for a time.
I felt completely free.

Oh what a troubled silent poor boy.
A pawn into a queen.

I laugh now.
But later’s not so easy.
I’ve got to stop.
The will is strong.
But the flesh is weak.
Guess that’s it.
I’ve made my bed.
And lie in it.

I’m still hanging on.
Bird upon the wire.
I fall between the waves.
I avoid your gaze.
I turn out of phase.
A pawn into a queen.

I laugh now.
But later’s not so easy.
I’ve got to stop.
The will is strong.
But the flesh is weak.
Guess that’s it.
I’ve made my bed,
And lie in it.

But it’s eating me up.
It’s eating me up.
It’s eating me up. (If I could free/feel … )
It’s eating me up. (If I could free/feel … )
It’s eating me up. (If I could free/feel … )

Categories
lyrics

Message 351: Staircase

Walk down the staircase,
Magnetic pull.
Back to the other place.
Where I cannot go.
Sending a chopper.
To steal you away.
My pot is full.
Let me take control.
Let me take control.
My pot is full.
With secrets to be told.
Secrets to be told.
I am always.
And always will.
My pot is full.
Let me take control.
Let me take control.
My pot is full.
With secrets to be told.
Secrets to be told.

Categories
lyrics

Message 350: The Butcher

Beauty will destroy your mind.
Spare the gory details,
Give them gift-wrapped for the man with everything.
Though I lived a lonely lie,
I was confused.
I butcher. Feel nothing.
As it courses up my arms,
The position of the worms
Up, up through my heart into my brain.
I’m a bitch slap, a basic combination,
Cut up, chop liver on the block.
My heart still thumping.
He’s a worrier, a worrier.
Here’s a little bitch coming out of him.
He’s a worrier, a worrier.
Here’s a little bitch coming out of him,
coming out of him.

Categories
lyrics pettifogging

Message 349: The Daily Mail

The loonies are up on the mountain.
The lunatics have taken over the asylum.
Waiting on the rapture.

Singing, “We’ll keep your prices down,
Feed you to the hounds,
to the Daily Mail.”

Together.
Together.

You made a pig’s ear.
You made a mistake.

Paid off security and got through the gate.
You got away with it. Who will lie in wait?

Where’s the truth?
What’s the use,
In hanging around.

[unclear]

Innocent.
Fat chance.

[unclear]

Cut the queue.

[unclear]

Go back again.
President.

[unclear]

The fish in the sea.
You’ve lost command.

Categories
Uncategorized

Message 346: Good Morning Mr. Magpie, 2006