I’ve been wandering around
I’ve seen faces, all kinds of faces

what can I say
that hasn’t already been said?

I see faces,
sterile faces, screen faces

and it’s not funny anymore
oh no

oh Quoth the raven, nevermore
is this what we really want?

oh man
pure? what does it mean?

I know all this seems incorrect
but life is so boring these days
exciting news, exciting terms
you’ll never experience 
another cheesy romance

I am pure acetylene,
attended by angels
the sin, the sin*

guilty of everything, no regrets 
keep doing, we’ll never forgive ourselves

*taken from Sylvia Plath’s Fever 103° poem 

I’m diggin’
I’m diggin’
I’m diggin’
so deep
I can even see myself

I’m diggin’
I’m diggin’
I’m diggin’
for the truth 
I am so diggin’ into it


if I were a tree
I would be a pussy willow

if love were an animal
it would be a desert sparrow

bla
love
blove

it’s all about me?
oh it’s all about us
it’s all about you?
oh it’s all about none

being replaced by another subject
all your wisdom and sympathy
can be destroyed with a simple movement
(bad dreams)
wake up! you'll find someone new
you’ve got to go through
love comes without warning

she gave me the blues,
she gave me the flames
and realised she was playing
the same old games

please, please
don’t make my life hell
and remember our, well…
meaning / lies

it’s the same old blues
it’s the same old blues

she gave me the blues,
she gave me the flames
and realised she was playing
the same old games...

uh
Life is great
what is Life?
Life is Death
uh
Life is aw
after all
Life is yours
uh
find the spots,
settle down,
watch your thoughts

*pretty flowers are now dead
oh no
empty flower pots filled with hands
oh yes
keep an eye open just in case
I want to try - this - with you
give me your grapes
give me your grapes