Then this popped up

Every time I nearly got to the door she called me back for a little bit more and she wouldn’t let me she didn’t get me I couldn’t get out the world closed in and I felt I had to shout out, let me go there is fear in my heart don’t want to end…

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That time of year

plum pudding looks good in a custardy coat beer, brandy and for the alcohol free lemonade shandy It’s great that Jesus was born in December the January sales wouldn’t work in September which leads me to think this plan was thought out and that’s what those three wise men are about, but while the turkeys…

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The unexpected

They’re dropping bombs on Santiago but they’re doing it real slow setting fire to Memphis, Tennessee but nobody’s to know, and they’re creeping up the back stairs going to take you far from home, welcome to the World today the brand new twilight zone. They kill kids who play in Palestine murder women in Bengal…

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Defrag

I have deleted most of the memory of the thoughts that arose in my head, and have cast off the chains but remembered their names, renumbered in slumber those giants who sleep. I may bleat but don’t think I’m a sheep that will willingly go with the shock of..and you know what, you’ve got to…

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Sidewinder

I feel sometime like ’89 and others 1962, through each Alice looking glass I pass and see, ’45 and 1923 roaring in and out of me, whistling down some avenue near 5th and Main, see how I’m blue and full of pain and the year of sometime begins again, but where I share this little…

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Pacmen

There’s a program that they’re building and it’s filling all the blanks in while erasing all our memory, they’re rewriting us a history, selected from an almanac taken from a better time or so they say, but it’s a fiction fostered by the state to keep the populace in place and happy as can be,…

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42 days in the desert

Hooked into the dynamo I go with the flow around with the tyre attached to a wire I fall free concrete and steel, tell me how does it feel when the blood shows a route that I’ve mapped, with sellotape on my legs I beg for assistance from strangers, no danger of them hearing this,…

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The cleaning crew

You’ve got that far away look, they’re giving you the liquid cosh and they’re ‘nutting you off’ because you embarrass them, you’re going to Broadmoor or maybe to Rampton and they’ll put the clamps on to keep you inside, a drink of largactil, an antipsychotic, depressingly familiar and then it’ll kill ya and the kill’s…

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