Stop, take pause, and ask yourself gently
When did my glass get so half empty
The fuller my mind gets, the less I feel plenty
My brain left alone can become quite unfriendly
You can’t pour from an empty cup, or tread water trying to top it up
You’ve got to keep a brimming full jug on hand
of zest for life on your nightstand
Slow clap when the clocks turn back
Cold feet on a cul de sac
Of inhibition indecisions, cos it’s a matter of
Factually living the act that you have written in sufficient fun
Do you trust funds? You are a martyr, this is the front of a gun
These are the trees I have out of my mind
Blood from my knees is one of a kind
How can I find me
And maintain the constant energy to face you?
Break through the cracks in the wall of noise
This was a hall of toys, that’s when I heard my voice
"These ones are girls, these ones are boys" -
Any questions? Pay attention!
-to the blood in your stool’s in the kitchen
LA LA LA LA
Good whites listen
Euro-, ego- tripping, now connected, if you get affected
Shoulda known better, go getter
Traipsing round in that faux leather
So betcha gonna macho up and pump some cows
Wouldn’t sell now but nostalgia got me champing at the teet
I tell ya
As a child I ran wild up in Highlands for miles
Through granite rocks with no socks, I was quick as a fox
Didn’t live life according to schedules or clocks
And back then my mind was still outside the box
Fuck the box!
I had pen pals not hair gels, my pits didn’t make smells
My only concern was what to show and tell
I didn’t shower or shave, “Well what’s changed then?” you say
In the creek I would bathe, oh the water I’d save
Ain’t no shame!
Fuck the game!
I’d ride my bike up and down
Doin’ mainies in the town
Often falling on the ground
And then homeward I’d be bound
Knees bloodied 24/7, slurpees from 7/11,
Milkshakes after school, who the fuck orders Blue Heaven?
Nickelodeon band-aids, sleepover pantry raids
Frilly zuke suits, hair braids
Why couldn’t life stay the same?