Trainspotting
I think I love you
Like Bowie just couldn't
Lennon packed you in
And what good did it do to him?
You sure pissed off ol' Neil Young
And if that's not an advert for your charm,
Then I'll start watching André Rieu
Stone cold sober.
I think I love you
In ways Boyle totally missed
No dead baby's gonna keep me
From your heavenly bliss
You proved to me God does exist
And Allah, Buddha and the rest
Together they forged you to show
Humans a new reality.
I think I love you
As much as Bieber will come to
I know I love you
As much as Bieber will come to
♀ From the wonderous mind of Rory McBee ♀ Words, rhymes and reflections from the poet within. An intimate portrait of mind, body and soul through lyrics, prose and psychography. Warning: you will be touched.
Monday, 24 September 2012
"Call Yourself A Rock Star"
Five six seven eight
How many hits can you take?
This ain't the game of fools
We're a race of transcendental mules
One in the morning
To kick off in style
Everyday is a wonderous adventure
When you take the life choices of a rockstar
Ain't got no time for games
I'm aiming for the top
This high will split the men from the boys
On three inject the lot:
One -
Two -
Three -
Come on kids - shoot up, it's fun
Come on kids - there's enough in the needle for everyone
Come on kids - shoot up, it's fun
Come on kids - there's enough in the needle for everyone...
Labels:
drugs,
unreleased songs
"Hot Space"
Hot Space
Red, green, blue, yellow
Cubes compressed to two dimensions
Chuck Berry sings -
Only on television
Where one day we'll all go to die
Yellow trousers, Saturday Night Live
I wonder if lemons will evolve
And if so, into what?
Perhaps a cure for cancer: aid for all!
A raucous guitar enters
The bongos play full speed
Will this cocaine groove ever calm?
I'm too high to care
And sex enters the mind
Once again, blame the tube
Effervescent signals
Keep us wired - sleep is for the weak?
Hot space, hot space
Please God no!
Don't make me listen to hot space.
Red, green, blue, yellow:
It's that woman from that film,
You know the one - with the mousse
Well how she went downhill
Not at all like me.
The drums always clash
And there's noise in the air
But when voices fill the landscape
We find some relief
Harmonies swell the frequencies
And finally some relief.
To be someone
Reject something
Then take it back
And start again
Red, green, blue, yellow
Hot space, hot space
Please God no! no! no!
Don't make me listen to that again...
Red, green, blue, yellow
Cubes compressed to two dimensions
Chuck Berry sings -
Only on television
Where one day we'll all go to die
Yellow trousers, Saturday Night Live
I wonder if lemons will evolve
And if so, into what?
Perhaps a cure for cancer: aid for all!
A raucous guitar enters
The bongos play full speed
Will this cocaine groove ever calm?
I'm too high to care
And sex enters the mind
Once again, blame the tube
Effervescent signals
Keep us wired - sleep is for the weak?
Hot space, hot space
Please God no!
Don't make me listen to hot space.
Red, green, blue, yellow:
It's that woman from that film,
You know the one - with the mousse
Well how she went downhill
Not at all like me.
The drums always clash
And there's noise in the air
But when voices fill the landscape
We find some relief
Harmonies swell the frequencies
And finally some relief.
To be someone
Reject something
Then take it back
And start again
Red, green, blue, yellow
Hot space, hot space
Please God no! no! no!
Don't make me listen to that again...
Sunday, 23 September 2012
"Late Last Night"
Late Last Night (On The Promenade)
Late last night
We drank wine
Moonlight lit, your eyes were fixed to mine
And mine to yours
Dancing round and round
To the hypnotic haunting sound of the trombone
Late last night (on the promenade)
We held hands (it was getting hard)
Cautiously I ask will you be mine? Tonight?
You say yes! (on the promenade)
Then undress (I was quite impressed)
You go down
And I realise I love you
I love you
More than any other man I've ever known
For there is no greater pleasure
Than to be with you alone
Late last night
We drank wine
Moonlight lit, your eyes were fixed to mine
And mine to yours
Dancing round and round
To the hypnotic haunting sound of the trombone
Late last night (on the promenade)
We held hands (it was getting hard)
Cautiously I ask will you be mine? Tonight?
You say yes! (on the promenade)
Then undress (I was quite impressed)
You go down
And I realise I love you
I love you
More than any other man I've ever known
For there is no greater pleasure
Than to be with you alone
Saturday, 22 September 2012
"Heroin Daze"
Heroin Daze
How did it come to this
Where did it all go wrong
What happened to that face
What happened to those songs?
My insides coming out
My outside caving in
How did it come to this?
Where did we lose our way
Craving for the skanky brown
As the horse courses through the vein
My brain is melting slow
That slow melt feels so good
Opiate visions light the path
Between Moses and the Burning Bush
A final mustard tooth
Aching in the gum
I'm trying to scale the wall
I'm searching for a hit
These days, these days
These days, these days
In a glorious
Heroin daze
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