The compendium

They look for confession an ear to the ground I look for accession a pistol in hand and he looks for absolution from so many sins In the end nobody wins It’s just a game of chance spin the wheel take the next dance and then the music stops the light goes out the window…

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Stories

There are wounds to remember more to forget I bet we all have them most men do I buy time with mine or trade them most men do. but it’s through the telling of them that wounded men heal…

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Games

There are no musical chairs, but some chairs do rock…

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Foothills

Fools? Pack mules carrying packs breaking our backs. If you think that they care about you they only do so you can bear more of a load back on the road backs to the wall so let’s make a pact with those things we have lacked and fight for the right to be free, you…

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Lemon ice

I wish he’d turn my water to wine and give me some fish, with bread, I could dine like a King. I got nothing between here and the Devil of the track that I took, look at me see poverty, honesty may be the best policy but I missed the installments. The undertaker makes no…

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Dorian

..and you know because you’ve done it too looked in the mirror and thought who wouldn’t want this chunk this fabulous looking hunk of man then wonder if my bum looks big in this look at the pecs get yer specs on for these don’t don’t don’t look at those knobbly knees krap so you…

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Roads

what the hell is going on morals going for a song were we thinking of this all along did government’s get it all wrong? Capturing infinity on ocean waves far out to sea waiting for the clouds to come we both play tennis with the sun the sky is writing notes on sails vapour trails…

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The self pity cycle

..and in spite of the writing cramps let the night in I’m fighting my demons the way I know how. Forty percent of me fucked off for sanctuary that was the yellow bit I sit with a pen a hypodermic and then the morning breaks in Pin me a note on my coat ‘an arsehole…

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Leaving Arizona

Did you think it forever? I never, I got tombstone tattooed on my breast always in all the days on horseback looking back I thought two six guns were best and I shot my few, feuds were for dudes and cowpokes like me out on boot hill they still sing to a banjo, I know…

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Boiled eggs

The jump start a pumping heart blood ricochets in my veins. Hold onto the reins it’s a bumpy ride on a rocky road through a tireless night with a heavy load to bear, I wear Gucci it suits me when she shoots me down. but it’s lemon and lime in the orchard there’s time still…

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Pinpricks in eggshells

Morning reminds me once again that the night has gone and when the tea brews in the pot I might and really should be thankful for what I’ve had and got, what is done no longer I am undone and stronger, the kettle whistles unaware it’s out of tune yet willing to share the melody…

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Nomads

These words are on strings you pull me they sing and things cannot be the same Push in a button and I rap out my name. Slow at times as if the grapes on the vines are unripe but the wine tastes the same. I rinse off the tinsel and the fairy queen smiles and…

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”for want of a better title…

Eight lines. Scratch out your name for me in a heart on the old oak tree. The forest was cut down to make way for the bypass bypassing the needs of the heart. I wanted a new start and got six lanes of traffic I wanted her name in my heart to remain and so…

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Wild mountain

There’s nothing sacred here no one to pray to and nothing to fear nothing sacred here. So we swam to the banks and thanked them for men being men then we killed them nothing to see here not one thing let be here nothing to fear nothing sacred at all. The church bells rung and…

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The 27th phenomenon

The day that God died was a Thursday not one in the congregation tried to save him perhaps they expected a miracle which would have been a miracle had one happened Now God had been a smiter and done his fair share of smoting I’m noting here that this was acceptable for the one indivisible…

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Crazy people

grumble grumble mutter mumble coffee stumble back upstairs power shower five to the hour stubble trouble need a shave The mirror talks to me she says ‘look at what you see’ I see me in duplicate triplicate quadrupled and the glass shows every line and all the time in front, behind me and in passing…

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The pianoforte

Like a broken down piano that refuses to play, no notes today eventually they’ll break me into firewood and take me away and then I’ll never play, no sonatas cantatas no Debussy or Britten no tunes ever written only the silence of keys In the memory where she’s waiting for me. But that’s not today…

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Aftermaths

What y’all gonna piss against now that the wall’s fallen down? If we built it and it tilts, tough. Them with the kilts on have still got the hots on ( hoots mon) for Euro I dunno though it could just be the weather. But we don’t have to explain we’re too busy complaining and…

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Chain driven

They blame the sick pick on the weak seek out the poor I’m sure they’ll blame the junkies, the gays, the homeless my day’s full of shit like this They don’t want to see that’s positive negativity they’ll definitely blame the old “You’ve sold us down the Swannee” they’ll say and them still wet behind…

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