In thee club(with polly)

In spiral colours, sound is found, talking circles, round and round, beams ov light,
light up each face, teams ov colours, we embrace, follow thee beat that never ends, total eclipse in laser cold, tribes ov old in dances new, cults and a type ov ritual too, hear thee spirit ov all life, in thee club, in thee club, in thee club, meaty beaty big and bouncy, we smoke hashish by thee ouncey, how manys that? Well who was counting?
Down to thee garage for a late nite outing, poison is taken to thee extreme, in my veins E feel it scream, to thee venom in between, my breasts to thee shaking in my knees, an atmosphere where you breathe, in thee new days so obscene, covering you in creamy cream, fuck sense into our dreams, dream sense into our fucks, is it hard and thick and long, enough, ov course you’re like thee billy goats gruff, where its going thee tough get tough, in shirty dirty skirty stuff, full techno sex is banging love, and binging bonging from above, horizontal dancing makes me cum, of course my finger up your bum, yeah, yeah, yeah, no matter what E do, no matter what E do, it ends up hurting you,, in thee club, in thee club, in thee club, fuck away your tears with thee anarcho funketeeers, fuck away your fears with thee anarcho funketeers, we say fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck, all for one and one for all, we’re thee anarcho funketeers, E like stork margarine because E have only got one leg, shamanic distribution, interzone promotions, tunes that help you breathe more easily, in thee club, in thee club, in thee club. (lost time zone)

And thee ground it rumbles

And thee ground it rumbles, and it steals away, no warning given, it’s just its way, changing lives forever, destroyer of dreams, I try to reason but there are no means, it shakes thee world and all we created falls, and thee cost it seems is high and cruel, wondering at the unknown justice of fate, I scream for an answer but its too late, our brothers and sisters gone and forlorn, and with all our wisdom we cannot warn, we don’t control our mother its true and I think this message is here for you, cause we’ve tried to tell you, in every way, to treat her gentle on every day, to realise that it is she who decides, who on earth will live and who on earth will die, but these people she’s taking , back to her womb, we miss them dearly they went to soon but they are safer now, away from you, the destroyer of nature, enemies of truth, polluters and corrupters of all that is ours, carving thee planet into pieces of art, saying you own all when you know that you don’t, cheating thee people from their own destiny, destructor ov logic, Armageddon ov dreams, for gold and thee power, all thee hate that e see, architects ov misery, relentless with wars, corrupting like poison, you’re so well off course, and she sees you’re foolish beyond all belief, you are commanders ov nothing, just bringers ov grief, life on a tightrope, hope in thee mire, thee only way out for you, destruction by fire, for you are the cause, of all that is wrong, you imprisoned thee poets and killed off thee songs, you ruined the party and you cant keep thee peace, perpetuators ov hatred, you are sick and diseased, your words don’t mean nothing but death to thee free, you are good friend to no one, you are our enemy, this world isn’t yours it is common for all, you built the lies and yes you built thee walls, we built thee temple with a circle ov doors so all would feel welcome and none would feel lost, while you built a spire that honoured thee one, and started thee killing that to this day still goes on, and all these years later when faced with thee truth you still cant find reason, you still have no proof, but we have each other reflected in her, and we have thee fires and unspoken words, to end our misfortune for letting you be, we are here just to spite you and live anarchy, for it is thee true way to stop all she’s done, she is defending herself from all that is wrong, and we’ve searched and we’ve searched you, but no will is found, to be part ov all people, to find common ground, so time to let her now speak volumes through us, for she is thee leveller and she is our lust, and we strive for thee old ways, and she hears our call, she destroys all the towers and destroys all thee walls, and we only have hope now that she learns ov your deeds and thee next time she comes back it is you that she seeks, there is no where to run to, all you’ve built will collapse, and lets hope you are under, yes under attack, then we can return free, free at last endlessly, for this is thee way that , she wants us to be, so thee ground it will rumble, and she will steal you away and thee earth will be nourished, at last some might say.
(26/01/10)

People should not be afraid of their governments....
Governments should be afraid of their people-v for vendetta

All quiet on thee western front

All quiet on the western front, business as usual for the rich cunts,they’ve eaten your culture, while you were having lunch, It’s all quiet on the western front, its all quiet on the western front, How did this happen so subtle, so complete?, How did the left wing, Retreat in defeat?, There was a time there midst thee chaos, midst thee fun When they were retreating and we had them on the run, I know we’ve grown up some with families of our own, With digital lifestyles and internet phones, But they’ve drawn us all in to a difficult life, We’ve become what we hated, controlled and inside,
Remember thee old days? Outside and free We did what we wanted; we did what we pleased, The pathway was open, thee world was our plan, To set things in motion, to take back our land, To protest and party, and dance in thee streets, We were the cure but we’ve become diseased, Nobody comes out to set the world right, To pull down the system, and set them alight, They have just waited and they are still there, Is that now our future? Where nobody cares? Or can you still feel it, like a spark deep inside, Thee roar of rebellion, thee power of tribes, So let out those feelings, for they are thee truth, They are your reason, they are your proof, That you are a free mind and this is YOUR world, No bastards gonna tell me, for these are my words, Together remember, under thee skies, Away from thee corrupt, away from thee lies, fuck up thee system, and fuck their control, this life is like heroin, we’re trapped in a hole, take my hand, come on out, and remember our goals, ‘cause it aint gonna happen unless you are all there, we need you to stand with us,’ cause this is our home. Thee whole of thee country, and all of thee folk, these streets we all walk on, are part of our selves, so how did we let it, descend into hell, teach the new cultures, that we’re on their side, pick up thee stragglers and take all on thee ride, to take back our country from heartless, sick fools, and make a new country, without any rules, like it was back in history, like it was meant to be, before the computer, before thee TV, when fires were open, and water ran free, breathing in fresh air and walking thee earth, for this is our people, and this is our birth. (2008)

Enviro-mental

All ov a sudden, it’s hip to be green, you say you know ov CFC’s, but you don’t know what it means, you say you’re ozone friendly, but you don’t know where it is, and E bet you trendy bastards don’t put your litter in thee bin, ‘cause everybody’s gone enviro-mental, suddenly your planet has become your temple, but what ov thee years where you just weren’t aware, you can’t repair thee damage done when you didn’t care, there’s ozone friendly aerosols, but still you drive your car, without lead-free petrol, well hypocrisy’s gone far, they’re still chopping down thee forests, they’re still breaking thee chain, more chemicals in tap water, than E have in my brain, go green you say, it’s so hip to be green, but what ov all thee pollution, you wash down your sink? Thee seas are like a sewage works, thee fish have all gone, can you hear thee reasoning E state in this song? If you’re gonna be green, be totally green, we aint won half thee battle and we’ve run out ov steam, we’ve gotta stop this “destruction to make a quick buck” if you’re putting money first, then you don’t give a fuck, enviro, enviro-mental, enviro, enviro-mental, enviro, enviro-mental, now it’s so, so elemental.
(1989)

I have a statement for thee new generations….what are you gonna fucking do about it? You have the internet, you mostly have jobs and a reasonable lifestyle but the problems of the world?...what are you gonna fucking do about it? You go to Glastonbury, corporate whore fayre that it has become, you smoke a little weed, do the odd pill and a bit of Charlie, while teenagers get life sentences for murdering each other with knives and blowing houses up with home made bombs….what are you fucking gonna do about it? You live in this street, in this community in this country, in this world but you fucking do nothing, like it has nothing to do with you, like it is not your responsibility, but it is….this is your generation, it is not mine, it is yours….so what are you fucking gonna do about it? Voting changes nothing, not voting changes nothing, your pc changes nothing, your DVD player changes nothing, your mp3 player changes nothing, your music changes nothing and challenges nothing, your party’s change nothing, your lifestyle changes nothing….so what are you fucking gonna do about it? Do you think it’s gonna change on its own? It fucking aint, you gotta motivate it to happen, you gotta kick against the pricks, push it, force it, smash it and destroy it, they’re so happy with you, the do nothing generation, you’re just a bunch of slaves with ignorant smiles, while people get fucked over right in front of you and you laugh and think its nothing, this is your generation….it is not nothing…..so what are you fucking gonna do about it? Don’t stab each other stab the bastards who made you like this , don’t blow each other up blow up the fucking bastards who put you in this open fucking prison we all live in, don’t fight each other, unite and fight them, they’ve got the guns but we’ve got reservations? No we’ve got thee fucking numbers so turn on them, bite thee corporate hand that feeds, burn em down, fuck em up, what the fuck have they ever done for you? Since day one they have been conspiring against you, working against you, blinding and stifling you, stopping you from becoming what you should already have become, they’re fucking executioners…..so what are you fucking gonna do about it? Destroy the ivory tower of thee rich, break the hands of anyone who puts their hands upon you in the name of law, pull down the temples of religious intolerance, become what you should have become, free people in a free world, messengers of a new generation, the future.(2008)

Shadowman

Now we’ve both taken a trip but you’re class is still showing through, why do you wanna be part ov me? When E ain’t no part ov you, why do you put yourself on a pedestal? To make yourself equal to me? You’ve gone back to playing that game again; don’t you think that E can see? You’re nothing more than my shadowman, you can’t get any closer than this, just a two dimensional figment, you know you don’t exist, your life is like a Xerox machine ‘cause you want what E have got, you’ll never be thee same as me ‘cause you’ve never had to rot, you’re arrogance fucking winds me up, do you think that E don’t know? You’re carbon copy ain’t original, and from a copy you can’t grow, you’re ignorance always let’s you down, E can always smell your lies, with me my truth is reality, not a dream behind false eyes, your life must be so boring man, if this is how you have to live, but thee buck stops here for you my friend, we will never heal this rift, You’re nothing more than my shadowman, you can’t get any closer than this, just a two dimensional figment, you know you don’t exist. (Lost time zone)

Thee game plan

Into that turmoil ov confusion rode thee five hundred, brainwashed and bleeding with no care for thee earth, killing and being killed in someone else’s war, “Don’t know why E do it, ‘spose its gotta be done, ‘cause E am so damned patriotic” a sexist, racist pig, “We’ll get that second Hitler, because he’s evil, E know he is, because he wont let us celebrate xmas and he’s a murderer, and uses chemical weapons, if we let him get away with this he’ll be invading England next, and then we’ll be ruled by a fascist dictator, and we’ll have to queue for bread and lose our freedom” Wake up you blind fools, you’re just pawns in thee game, selfish ideals and power greed, our country’s just thee same, , they’re all Christian Muslim fascists in one way or another, no matter what they call their god, and what do you call yours? Thee man with no name? And you talk ov evil devil’s but you just don’t know what it means, your limited perception is thee key to all these schemes, you’ve never had your freedom and none ov us ever will, unless you stop your voting and put down your gun, don’t kill for them, you’re as guilty as thee instigator, if you refuse this plea, because thee time will come, for thee freedom drum, to beat out thee victory, why does your god have no name? Why does your love have no truth? Why does your life have no freedom? Why does your church stand for torment? Why do you die for your sins? What to you is a sin? Something against thee rules? Rules are made to be broken. (Ignorant fools in Kuwait)(1990)


“Truth, in matters of religion, is simply the opinion that has survived.”-Oscar Wilde

My way or thee high way

Well here we have thee paradox ov thee answer to thee ultimate question, how do we enforce a fair and just society without leaders and a military dictatorship? Because most ov us know that leaderless control is thee only way forward to save us from thee likes ov Hitler, Stalin, Bush and their robotic cronies, how do we achieve this state ov liberty? Well obviously we have to remove thee current world leaders by any means necessary but then what? How do we decide? A vote? Votes can be rigged, a global Internet consortium? Well that can be rigged too it seems that thee only way to ensure a global anarchy is to force it too happen, but does that lead us into fascism? Nietzsche said “"For the man who sets out to fight a monster, look to it that he himself does not become a monster." Roughly translated as, how do you destroy thee monster but not become thee monster itself? and that is thee paradox you see, surely it is better to force a liberating form ov control than an unliberating one, and if thee people involved are liberating people then it can happen and has happened but some ego based fascist individuals always try to turn it into some form ov race bloodbath, and this cannot happen again, kill thee fascists where they stand seems to be thee answer, its always thee same narrow minded arseholes too scared ov a global community, they fear it because they cant exploit it, they can’t divide it and they can’t control it, which ov course that is what they fear thee most, these are those kids at school who hated to share anything, quietly in thee corner hating everyone, with no just reason other than they were too scared to join in, too scared to live, we must breed a diverse global community because that is what it is, empower thee individual, vive le difference, smash this robotic facsimile culture, it has been tried and it has failed, uniformity is a joke, chaos is thee answer, with a million different faces, all ov them smiling, with love in their hearts, and freedom in their minds, stop anyone who tries to control your freedom or anybody else’s freedom, teach thee ignorant who thee real enemy is, police yourselves because thee police can’t fucking police themselves they are a fucking joke, nothing but thee tools ov thee businessman, and enemies ov freedom, politicians are only in it for thee money for fucks sakes, learn this now and never fucking trust them, ever, thee answer to thee paradox you see is that it’s my way or thee high way, organise….here’s thee rest ov our lives. (12/04/07)

“Everywhere one seeks to produce meaning, to make the world signify, to render it visible. We are not, however, in danger of lacking meaning; quite the contrary, we are gorged with meaning and it is killing us.”-Jean Baudrillard

“Disobedience, in the eyes of any one who has read history, is man's original virtue. It is through disobedience that progress has been made, through disobedience & through rebellion.”-Oscar Wilde

Capitalism gives oppurtunities in life...anarchy gives life

Ice woman

E am pushing for her scene, to change from white, E wanna see her, faintly shown in white, E have seen her through, thee drapes ov snow, her pure white ways, ooh E have gotta go, E gotta get her, soon to thaw, so come and open up, that ice cold door, she’s gonna come, and freeze on me, her icicle delightness, is mine to see, she’s thee ice woman, and fine so fine, she’s got me going, out ov my mind, she beckons me, with baited breath, her ice cold kiss, will freeze me to death, waiting, waiting for a sign, waiting, waiting for a sign, waiting for a sign ov spring, when thee waters flow, out ov thee mouth, ov her river, as thee world comes alive, as thee world comes alive, E am into her time, and E wait for her sign, ov fullness, and E drink deep, ov her river, and she keeps me alive, in her purest sunlight, melting away, all thoughts ov dark stillness, now coming alive, in her river ov love, in her reign ov her making, in her crystals ov soul, drown me in completion, ov her cycle ov being, flow from thee mountains, through thee valleys ov flesh, in her eyes E am humble, in my eyes she is power, and mutual visions imbibe, as E wait for her sign, waiting, waiting for a sign, waiting, waiting for a sign, waiting, waiting for a sign, waiting, waiting for a sign, in her perfect design, E am born as all are born, ov a woman, thee ice woman. (1986)

Love flow

LOVE thee spirit, let it FLOW through you, NOW stop dreaming, thee time ov thee dreaming is over, WELCOME in thee NEW DAWN, we are discontent with this mismanaged form ov control, it is taking us nowhere new, they are stopping us from our NATURAL right TO EVOLVE, you CAN’T STOP THEE FUTURE, it is everywhere, and it is everything, thee more you try to suppress it, thee bigger THEE CHANGE WILL BE, OPEN YOUR EYES and see THEE TRUTH, we were BORN to be TOGETHER, we have learned to LIVE TOGETHER, for all time is OURS TO TAKE, so lets take it together, KEEP IT TOGETHER, hold on to what is OUR WORLD, TAKE responsibility for our ACTION, light thee fires ov CHANGE at last, THEE WORLD is all we have, all we will ever have, FOR GENERATIONS to come, wake thee sleeping giant, chop down thee old dead tree, spring beckons THEE NEW SHOOTS to rise, to FACE THEE SUN and remember, that WE ARE ALIVE, and TOGETHER we have power, apart we have POWER, ALL WE NEED
Thee message has been sent, THEE TIME IS NOW, wake up your sleepy heads, get your mother fucking spirit out ov bed, STOP FUCKING AROUND with meaningless mind warps, STOP WASTING TIME discussing fictional nonsense, THIS IS THEE REST OV OUR LIVES we are living like this, UNITE NOW AND BREATHE in the air ov thee new revolution, BRING EVERYONE IN to take back our future, WARRIORS OV THEE NEW SOUND, this is what we have BEEN WAITING FOR YOU to recognize, that we are all BROTHERS AND SISTERS in this land ov discontent, that WE HAVE THEE POWER to decide what will be, that WE CAN TAKE CONTROL ov our streets, and LIBERATE FOR ALL, fuck their consumerist bullshit existence, fuck their wars on revolution, fuck their money obsessed world, BURN THEE FIRES ov vengeance, set thee record straight, TEAR IT DOWN and DANCE LIKE YOU MEAN IT, our TIME IS NOW, RISE and fall ov CONTROL, it is a REALITY crescendo, we just have to MAKE IT HAPPEN, believe in BELIEF, it IS ALL WE NEED. (12/03/07)

Deep hell

There ain’t no hell below, this is as deep as it gets, There ain’t no hell below, this is as deep as it gets, There ain’t no hell below, this is as deep as it gets, and thee buck stops here, E never knew no happiness, E only knew thee pain, my life is one big battle and E am breaking from thee strain, E will never get to taste heaven before my chosen time has come, so E will rot here in my self pity until thee battles won, E am frustrated with my anguish, E am sick ov being alive, E know that life’s much better when you reach thee other side, when E get high E am happy ‘cause E am not here on this earth, but you have to comedown sometime and thee comedown is thee worst, when you’re treated like shit, you act like shit, and shit is what this is, am E thee only one who cares to die than in reality exist? Thee earth is hell ‘cause you never get thee things you dream you want, thee sins have warped this sceptered isle into a sea ov souls, E cry, E scream, E shout at walls, E smash and E destroy, but it doesn’t solve my hang ups, E only do it to annoy, these bastards wont ever get me down, my mind will never change, and on judgement day you fuck ups will understand my rage, There ain’t no hell below, this is as deep as it gets, There ain’t no hell below, this is as deep as it gets, There ain’t no hell below, this is as deep as it gets, and thee buck stops here. (1990)

So what are we gonna do about it?

Pernicious

Trunk billabong, jelly belly, sally armistice, desirable death squad, deadly medley was a rector, his dress was split and green, he had a carcass up his rectum, because he took him to tea with his mince pick minister, find your warthog in your libido, smell thee lemon bollard, bolly, bolly what a dolly and a lump of turd, burnt head baby boogie and we made a Douglas hurd, cinders, cinders burnt and black, pierce my fetid scrotum sack, kiss me Jesus and E will shit in your hair, but don’t worry ‘cause E don’t care, fly, fly in thee sky, up very high with apple pie, ‘cause E will never die, a spoon or a spy? And ask myself why? Should E cry? No E must try, to learn half ov mine and to swim in thee Tyne, and to love Phillip snide and go cricket wide, twenty five years ov spanner parties and spotty botties, hello my lovely sheet ov white cuddlesome, margarine cottage breath, paranoid strangled throttlers in a bath ov suet and E lost my fifteenth finger in a bottleful ov marbles, plastic mottled wheels ov slight blue trim, designed fit snugly in thee elderly craniums, brain damaged snail cars in a crash on thee highway to lemuria, star flight to transcend dogs from earthly bounds by way ov dynamic catalytic diplomacy, pull my turkey knee cap swim, E scream and E fall within, within, amongst and in between thee hybrid heifers ov incandescent nuclear souls, manny, manny, hur, hur, hur many, birth ov birth sample and tightly wrapped for freshness but allow to shrink before distraction and make a custard neutron bomb, let us prey on those with sun readers brains, please, please, please lovely son, son can we play with thee dream machine? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, noooooooo, no flap, tick tock, wild boing soup, kitchen eeza skeeta, noo noo woodpecker, its never me is it? Or is it? Who cares about thee plopping poops and cats cack, E don’t want to play anymore, nor do E, so lets stop this nonsense, it’s so pernicious isn’t it? (1990) (Freeform acid head fuck)

Thee tide (songs ov sea and shore)

My eyes take in, thee sea and shore, thee edge ov time, thee final score, as E watch thee sea, in its endless crime, forever thee same, running out ov time, thee body weightless, upon thee tide, thee only place, where E can die, my mind is flowing, my soul is sinking my body drifts out, E am truly thinking, here E lie now, face down in sand, was once confused, now understand, thee mystery, as old as time, revealed to me, in salt and brine, as dry as sand, yet soaked to skin, my destiny, so damp within, E walk eternity, along thee shore, age old secrets, are through this door, E have escaped, thee reality, E have now found, nightmares and dreams, thee cold bleakness, and thee vast space, forever ocean, E forever chase, thee loneliness, is sinking in, feel my virtues, become sin, my mind is floating, my soul is sinking, my body drifts out, E am truly thinking, is it me now? For a moment, can you see me? Thee real me floating, and it reigns, over me, in this moment, love, like an ocean. (1987)

Thee stone ov truth, thee stone ov hope, thee stone ov point, thee stone ov direction, thee stone ov dreams, thee stone ov thee cause, thee stone ov paradise, thee stone ov life, thee freedom, love, war! Bless me with thee courage to endeavour in my search for freedom, encourage me with proof ov good fortune in my chosen field ov development, help me to remain calm in times ov stress, help me to become strong in decision, and guide me through thee back door into paradise, hear my commands and you may be blessed eternal, blessed be.
Thee scourge ov thee thoughtless, no reason to live, no reason to question, no longing to give, controlled by a great force, who makes mockery, so blind to thee answers, no knowledge to see, so blissfully ignorant, on their road to hell, so hard to convince them, so far have they fell, E long to release them, to release all mankind.
(Lost time zone)

Thee A-team

Well here’s a little story ‘bout some people that know, what it is to be whole, what it is to let go, they’re an inner sanctum, they’re an acidhead team, and they tell ov strange stories, ov thee places they’ve been, there’s an anarchist, a dope head, rebels one and all, there’s a pervert, a wild child, with backs to thee wall, there’s a problem, a solution, a world that needs change, but there’s one united bond, they all get out ov their brains, they dream ov LSD heaven and spite alcohol hell, they hate normality, most people as well, there’s a time for intensity, a time to relax, there’s time for imagination, and there’s time for thee facts, they’ve seen red phone boxes, and thee green in thee sky, white mice on station platforms, circles spinning in eyes, there’s trails and echoes, colours inside their brains, there’s flying saucers, Jesus breathing, and a world that’s insane, they’ve been to fun houses, freak outs, graveyards and parks, they’ve been to see thee bykers and they’ve been blown apart, they’ve been on bus rides, train rides, swings, roundabouts, giant teddy bears and underwear, they’ve been to my house, they’ve met thee crow woman, Elvis, John Lennon ov course, when Lucy’s in my mind, my sister Petal can talk, they’ve been through hot knives, sky high, a nitrate headache, they’ve seen their brains storm, sideways, how much can they take? There’s an anarchist, a dope head, rebels one and all, there’s a pervert, a wild child, with backs to thee wall, there’s a problem, a solution, a world that needs change, but there’s one united bond, they all get out ov their brains, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra. (1990)

Drug problem

Well if this country’s got a drug problem, if there’s so much ov this stuff, then you’d better come and show me where, ‘cause E cant buy any drugs, no E cant buy any drugs, no E cant buy any drugs, no E cant buy any drugs, no E cant buy any drugs, well if there’s so much ov this stuff, then tell me where E can get me some? Maybe E just ain’t got thee right crescendo, maybe E just ain’t got thee knack, but E have got to get me some brain squeeze liquid, before E get a reality attack, life’s too short to remain in control, my consciousness needs altered states, if junk is such a widespread disease, then why can’t E get some ov thee cake? E will scream if E have to stay straight much longer, my perceptions just ain’t deep enough, E will make friends with a chemist and get him wasted, and then E will get him to get me some ov that stuff, when you get high, well you can only come down, well E can only come down, if E can just get high, E don’t have to make no questions and answers, E gotta find an elevator to thee sky, Well if this country’s got a drug problem, if there’s so much ov this stuff, then you’d better come and show me where, ‘cause E cant buy any drugs, no E cant buy any drugs, no E cant buy any drugs, no E cant buy any drugs, no E cant buy any drugs, well if there’s so much ov this stuff, then tell me where E can get me some? Thee problem is E just can’t get enough, no addiction, plenty obsession. (1990)

Boredom

Well it’s total, total, nothingness, it’s blank, it hurts my eyes, thee tedium is overpowering, it’d be more ov a laugh if E died, no brain, no smiles, no conversation, only thoughts inside my head, god E hate thee silent torment, E should have stayed in bed, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, there’s nothing to do, to keep me here, E don’t know why E stay, don’t get paid lots ov money, there’s gotta be a better way. E light another cigarette, thee most interesting thing all day, E have gotta cut loose from this shit, thee frustration aches again, there’s no one on my level, no one ever understands, no one to talk ov how E feel, E guess no one ever can, do you care about thee real me? Do you know how dumb E feel? Can you appreciate how E have got a lousy fucking deal? Boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, my kingdom, my kingdom, my kingdom for a trip, my kingdom, my kingdom, my kingdom for a trip, there must be more to life, than boredom. (1990)

Life without complaint

Why do people like to impose their own morals on others? In a free society we would police ourselves and judge ourselves and if no one is being harmed by our own decisions then what thee fuck is it to do with anybody fucking else? E am sick to my back teeth with people trying to take thee moral high ground with me over thee drugs issue because E have children, shut thee fuck up you ignorant wankers, “oh but you smoke pot that cant be good can it?” oh yes it can actually it can be really fucking good as a stress killer and relaxing me into what sometimes can be a trying situation and E can smile my way through with confidence and no guilt whatsoever you fucking Neanderthals, you make me fucking laugh, nobody bats an eyelid if parents have a drink around their children or most even don’t care if parents are smokers or not, “oh yes but its illegal isn’t it” oh so now we get to thee nitty gritty don’t fucking police me you arrogant cunt, you are not thee law! And thee law is an ass anyways! More problems come from alcohol consumption than anywhere else so fucking go into thee pubs and tell them then! And leave me thee fuck alone! It’s bad enough that my freedom is at risk for smoking pot in thee first place, at least you have somewhere to go out and drink with other people, ain’t fucking thee same for me and my friends is it? Which is fucking racism to my culture, and you stand by that do you? Fucking ignorant Nazi cunts! E do not belong to your fucked up moral high ground consumerist shit for brains culture ok! E am different to you! E have my own views that clash with your robotic big brother state bullshit controlling values! Fuck that bullshit! E am my own person, E belong to my own tribe and you are not welcome or needed to make my own decisions for me, E can do that myself unlike you, you shallow stupid fuckwit who cant make a decision on your own, who have never stood up for what you believe, who doesn’t know what thee fuck has been going on over thee last 2000 years without being told, you who hasn’t even fucking woken up yet have thee fucking audacity to tell me what E should be doing in my life! Without looking at thee big nothing that is going on in yours! Fuck you! People in glasshouses shouldn’t throw stones! E have intelligence you know, E know thee facts, E know why they made it illegal you sad cunts and if you did you would be fucking angry as well! They made pot illegal because they couldn’t compete with hemp as a base product for paper and cloth because it was quick to grow and cheap to make, so thee logging barons were involved in making it illegal and then….do you know what those destructive cunts did? They started chopping down all thee forests and trees for their paper industry which has gotten into all this trouble environmentally only 60 years later, people have smoked pot for centuries and nobody ever said lets cut down all thee trees did they? These are thee cunts who have been systematically destroying our world and you…well you are on their fucking side you blind fools! Helping them, aiding them, abetting them in their rush to mass destruction! So forgive me if E see you lower than dog shit but that is what you are, so leave me thee fuck alone, and fuck off and carry on with your ignorant excuse for reality which helps no one and gives nothing back to this beautiful planet which has given you and your ancestors thee most precious gift ov all, life without complaint, and you should remember that.
She is waiting, she is waiting, she is waiting for her children to remember to return.
(31/012007)

Too many lies (unbridled fall out)

Too many lies, governments, religion, money, TV, none ov this is what it seems, too many lies, open your eyes, open your eyes, open your eyes, open your eyes, there’s too many lies, there’s too many lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, open your eyes, open your eyes, too many lies, governments, religion, money, TV, none ov this is what it seems, too many lies, open your eyes, open your eyes, open your eyes, open your eyes, there’s too many lies, there’s too many lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, open your eyes, open your eyes, too many lies, governments, religion, money, TV, none ov this is what it seems, too many lies, open your eyes, open your eyes, open your eyes, open your eyes, there’s too many lies, there’s too many lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, open your eyes, open your eyes, too many lies.(19/12/91)

Love ov money

Syndication, thee love ov money, assassination, running, gunning, occupation, thee love ov money, indoctrination ov nothing coming, aspirations, thee love ov money, messianic, Masonic covens, a greed explosion, thee love ov money, E am not laughing and it’s not funny, a greed explosion, thee love ov money, E am not laughing and it’s not funny, money does not love, money does not love, money does not love, money does not love, corporations, thee love ov money, information, kept above me, repatriation, thee love ov money, keeps us waiting, precious destiny, deprivation, thee love ov money, massacre nations, to keep them hungry, absurd vocation, thee love ov money, where is thee milk and thee honey? Where is thee milk and thee honey? Money does not love, money does not love, moneys not enough, moneys worthless drug, money does not love, money does not love, our life’s not long enough, to deal in money. (19/12/91)

Thee friend

Slipping down to a watery end, it is my friend, it is my friend, lost above to thee never end, it is my friend, it is my friend, once upon a time it will be free again, it is my friend, it is my friend, as E wash down to thee sea again, it is my friend, it is my friend, where all is dark and burns my eyes, it is my friend, it is my friend, where all is white E strain my lies, it is my friend, it is my friend, and no more dreams where all is real, and no more loving arms to feel, and no more sun and no more rain, and no more loss and no more gain, when E am whole with all my natures reign, it is my friend, it is my friend, it is my only friend, in thee end, never end, thee friend, never, end. Falling from thee rocks ov joy, knowing someone else’s joy, E am thee worlds forgotten boy, E am thee friend. (19/12/91)

E know nothing, E know nothing, E know nothing but thee toilets ov life (and that’s somewhere everyone has to go, its amazing thee kinds ov people you can meet in toilets….ask Joe Orton, he knew a few)(19/12/91)

Thee winter land is here again, it glitters in thee sun, thee beauty fresh and vigorous, my feet are cold and numb, E want to photograph scenes E have seen, E want a rainbow coloured coat, to keep me warm as E trip through this, in my acid flavoured boat, winter psychedelia, thee snowflake mosaic, winter psychedelia, thee frozen acid lake, winter psychedelia, thee visions are upon us, winter psychedelia, thee world is ours to take. (Lost time zone)

Thee squirly whirly man

Coke, coke, coke…coke addict, coke, coke, coke…coke addict, thee squirly whirly man is a neo-acid band, he appears in a flash ov smoke, and he breathes within my coke, he’s like a hero, ne’er comes back, he retreats and then attacks, he will never look away, when E am screaming in my brain, it’s strange but true, thee squirly, whirly man, it’s strange but true, thee squirly, whirly man, he’s like a dose ov PCP, is it real or is it me? He runs streaming through thee rain, then he burns my eyes again, he can freeze and he can melt, he’s always lost within his self, he wont freak out someone else, E think my final card is dealt, E try to look, he makes me blind, E try to hear, he wont make signs, E try to speak, he’s shut me up, now E have lost all sense ov touch, he’s swearing now in Japanese, my brain is somewhere near my knees, E wanna sweat, he makes me chill, E am feeling well, he makes me ill, Will he ever go away? Is his an everlasting stay? Is he my message for today? Is this how junkies pay? Will he ever go away? Is his an everlasting stay? Is he my message for today? Is this how junkies pay? Thee sky is turning to my feet, my blood tastes bitter, then tastes sweet, my eyes are aching from behind, E try to cry for all mankind. E am sitting on my raspberry fool; can heaven really be so cruel? E swim with yellow nettles, but E ne’er get any better, it’s strange but true, thee squirly, whirly man, it’s strange but true, thee squirly, whirly man, Coke, coke, coke…coke addict, coke, coke, coke…coke addict. (1990)

Ignorance exists (there’s jealousy in ignorance)

You say you care for thee need to change, you say you care for love, you’re angry at thee misery in thee world, but you still believe in a god above, are you crazy? Are you blind? Or are you just selfish and unkind? Saying that you dream ov liberty, while condemning me with audacity, you see something’s wrong, so you write a song, you never stand up and protest, so don’t tell me that E just don’t see, you’re thee hypocrite that E detest, watching panorama, world in action, saying thee world must be saved, as you eat Kentucky fried chicken, and send them to their graves, what’s your dreams? Your paradise? Is it a free world built on love? Or is it that elusive record contract? Is it money you want so much? You’re not in control, you’re one ov them, those robotic brainwashed fools, thirty years old and you’ve never established, love or hate for rules, you can say that E am crazy, that E do too many drugs, but at least E do exist, and E am not thee one, that sprays thee floor every time that E have a piss, with a catholic girlfriend, now you sleep with a crucifix above your bed, and it’s just like life for a man like you, completely above your head, so yes condemn, for only you are denied, E will not waste my thoughts on you, if you can’t accept me being me, then E refuse to accept you. There’s no progress without protest, so what about love? A leftie, a fascist, a hobby, a joke, well that’s thee price you pay, you know sometimes, it makes me wonder, who will outlast who! (1990)

A word to thee wicked

E have a substantial understanding ov thee corruption ov this world, but you’ve already got me down, so now its time for you to burn, E give, you take and take and take, you’ve drained me ov my soul, E have put up with this shit too long, so don’t drag me through thee rigmarole, E don’t want no part ov you and you wont get no part ov me, E don’t want no part ov you and you wont get no part ov me,
E don’t want no part ov you and you won’t get no part ov me, ‘cause E wont ever be part ov you, and you will never be as free, E hate thee way you treat me, like a pawn in your chess game, how dare you try to control my life, when you and E are born thee same, how ever thee hell, thee way you treat me, someone will be treating you, why can’t people be honest no more? All your greed is showing through, there’s more to life than percentages, and profit and good returns, don’t you wonder about thee miracle ov thee age? Have you got an earth concern? There’s nothing safe about being rich, or having a nice new home, because you can be robbed, you can be raped and you can watch, as we burn your Rome, it’s time to think ov good ideas, for thee good ov all mankind, just thinking for yourself is a selfish way to ruin your worthless life, just give and, if everybody did, then this hellhole could be saved, everyone’s so fucking paranoid, and your money makes you its slave, E don’t want no part ov you and you wont get no part ov me, E don’t want no part ov you and you wont get no part ov me, E don’t want no part ov you and you won’t get no part ov me, ‘cause E wont ever be part ov you, and you will never be as free. (Slowly going over thee edge) (1990)

Change your mind

Don’t you question? Don’t you doubt or do you really believe what you read? Your stupidity and arrogance is just what E don’t need, in a world that’s on a time bomb, will you know? Or will you care? When your ignorance destroys you, will anyone know you’re there? You have your cross to bear, well E am striving to be free, and in a life that’s so unfair, you’re too blind on faith to see, that E am fighting for your freedom too, that E want you to understand, that love united is thee message for thee sisterhood ov man, and for thee brotherhood ov woman, and understanding ov acceptance, E will crucify my suicide, for you’re all part ov reflection, yes you’re all part ov reflection, and E will be your fucking mirror, to reflect what you fucking are, lost within your office blocks and polluting motor car, so lost in your own little world you’ve forgotten who you are, and where, and why and how thee fuck, you came to be right now, do you think you fucking controlled that too? Will you ever work it out? ‘Cause now’s thee time to realise, without a fucking doubt, we are reflections ov us all. (Lost timezone)

Sky streaker

Who’s flashing? Lightning strikes, who’s lighting up thee sky? Psychedelic from thee back, and you see me cry, man see thee show, oh, oh, oh, thee moon’s gone black and it’s starting to show, psycho strobe oh, zagging to thee ground, from thee edge ov thee universe, horizon’s moving around, set your hands on, its pulsing, its blinding thee blind, you don’t have to see it, its all, all, all in thee mind, my mind is a cavern, with running light walls, mist carried neon, disguises my feet, E have got, got it faintly, thee feel ov thee beat, thee rising ov music, is drowning my ears, star bursting my eyes, turn to thee skies, see thee racing trails, thee rider burns, into thee outside, inside brain, man everything’s one heap, no need to sleep, ride with thee streaker, ride, ride, riding with thee sky streaker, feeling alive, some kind ov stranger that everyone knows, you can see it in his eyes, feel it in his flow, electric existence from out ov thee sky, don’t need no reason, goes soaring by, flashes ov genius, spirals in mind, ride with thee streaker, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride. (Lost time zone)

Thee man with thee yellow helmet, don’t spend no time in outer space, he sits in front ov thee TV, permanently out ov his face, he don’t know how to cook his dinner, he cant get up before nine, if he had no legs he wouldn’t walk, he’s lazy all thee time, this man is so damned idle, blinded by his hood, drowning in complacency, he’s just no bloody good, and when he looks down, at thee tiles on thee floor, there’s just one thing, that we all cant ignore, they call him mellow yellow, and he just cant work out why, but thee pungent smell ov urine, is seeping from his fly, thee man with thee yellow coat, from his head down to his feet, with his reading rock and his spastic cock, he is guided by thee sweet, so thee yellow man from yellow land, and his two ton milk float girl, sing Jesus rhymes and live in hope ov a mellow yellow world. E sold my sins for sacrifice, E gave my life to Jesus, and now E am just a zombie brain, with no hope to release us, E opened up my soul, to find out what was alive, they opened up thee man and found a lobster inside, it was oppressive, it was obsessive, it was a hot dang gold satanic message, it was a twister, my brain was blistered, and now E wish my soul had never been infested, within this twisted mania, there’s a lot ov sense to find, to realign your self respect, and free your prisoned mind. Wisdom comes from intellect, wisdom comes from research, wisdom comes from dropping out, ov thee society world that burns, wisdom comes from thinking clear, and how can you be sure? You can never find thee newer world, until you lose sight ov thee shore, so endeavour for new experiences, and information far and wide, so you can let go ov this illusion here and reach thee other side. Ollie elevator is a psycho-topic, if you don’t take drugs you become an alcoholic, you find your fun, throwing up on your bum, you don’t take thee flower, you grab a six gun, you’ve got a problem you wont keep to yourself, you ruin the world and you ruin my health, make war on my senses, you make war on thee land, don’t you realise that people die, from your bloodstained hands? Aren’t you guilty in your ignorance? Because you can’t ignore thee blame, if you vote for war-making presidents, then you must be insane. Primer thee Russian punk monk, and his hordes ov steaming fondues, went snivelling from thee albatross, ‘til he had blue eagle shoes, and it’s only a wish away, if you fight our war, every day, in every way. (30/01/91)

Where are thee priests in thee white coats?

Do y’know E can’t even remember when it started, E just seem to have been going round and round in circles for ever. And there’s been different women along thee way but E have gained nothing, except knowing who thee fuck E am, a loser, a nobody, a dreamer, a fool, all ov these and more, E have always taken everything E can get, why buy when you can steal? , Why sleep when you can speed? , But in thee same breath E give all or most to thee girl that E love, E try my hardest to be or do everything for her, which kinda sends E mad sometimes ‘cause E don’t agree inside, E have always thought there were two sides to a person and mine can exist at thee same time, it gets confusing and frustrating when E know, being in thee right position, E could have it all but never finding it or fighting for it just taking thee Sagittarian approach and waiting for it, trusting my own dumbfounded luck, which in retrospect to my sins, will never turn good, as you see E just go round and round, never getting to thee ultimate goal ov contentment, E would love to be content, sometimes E wish, E wasn’t like E am then maybe, E would be content and could go on living my life thee true way, fulfilled. Numbers mean a lot to me, my birth date another bad sign? 12/12/66 (1+2+1+2=6, 66=66) frightening to me, nonsense to others, at least if E was truly bad E wouldn’t have to be scared, to go out and do thee things E would like to do, cowardice in thee psychopathic insane world that’s in my head, E would just like to be remembered, E don’t believe E have had my fifteen minutes yet, E write thee songs, E dream thee dreams, thee immaculate conception, thee story ov my life, to do a job E enjoy, to not be bored, to feel wanted, to feel CONTENT. E try to explain, E try to justify…..but another salt tear grows under my eyes, E wait, E want E am. E can’t believe in god, E can’t live my life in that way (that he wants), if E did E would be bored, this isn’t life on earth, it’s hell, thee devils moved up a floor, when they say you go to hell, E believe you are just reincarnated to do it all over again, thee trials and tribulations ov a life fiend, good-bad, right-wrong, white-black, rich-poor, yes-no, up-down, sense…this doesn’t make sense, it’s just thee ramblings ov an ill-conceived poet, thee last words ov a teenage rebellion, thee epitaph on thee tomb ov discontent, LOVE-SEX-LIFE-DEATH, E warned you it would come to this, thee day has come, thee insanity prevails, where are thee priests in thee white coats? (Lost time zone)

E have seed

Yet another camp ov decadence, breaks through thee living hell, reveals another exit, at freedoms door we dwell, post-human liberation, thee rebirth ov thee death, ov control manipulation, thee only exit left, E am thee punishment child, E am submissive to thee s.m.i.l.e, E am my punishment child, E am submissive to my smile, thee impulse ov disgrace ov love, give chance thee space to breathe, where time is always long enough, and nature spills thee seed, E live to give what E can grow, in petals ov all sin, when all have breached thee exit, then all can be within, E am thee ritual child, E am thee ritual s.m.i.l.e, E am my ritual child, E am my ritual smile.(09/12/91)

Questioning society

If thee devil is god in exile, does it mean we resurrect? If drugs are spiritual gambling, does it mean we hedge a bet? If LSD is thee revelation, is death thee final trip? If eve was the very first to sin, are women sinners hip? If you’re smoking certain items, and you inhale thee breath ov hell, we know you lose reality; do you lose your soul as well? If you’re spiking life into you, and it flows into your mind, do you lose respectability, on a lonely plain up high? E am feeling rather mellow and E discuss things to myself, weighing up thee pro’s and cons, ignoring my own health, working out why E am here, and what E have got to do, not to tell you what to do, or just to preach thee rules, when you’re looking round your lonely room, do you pray to take your life? Or are you that much older now, not a teenage suicide? Will Jesus Christ arrive again, to vanquish devils child? Or do we exist in agony? And watch thee dark one rise? You can’t explain my concepts, but have E made you think? Did E blow your mind away? Or did E score a hit? Wet dreams about my lyrical? My thoughts inspire your dreams? You’ll never know thee answer; you’ll know not what E mean, E am questioning, E am questioning, E am questioning, society, do you understand my reasoning? Will you ever be completely free?
A sympathy for thee devil (ooh, ooh) (1988)

Team four, team four, they’re knocking at thee door, taking away thee children by swearing to thee cross, white bigot Christ in anger, lying for their god in moral frenzy incarnate, their fears become their hate, and Satan is to blame, it’s him that pulls thee chain, not human failings, human evil, no it must be them, pre-Christian religions have risen yet again, they are in league with devils, it’s they that child abuse, not Christian side-effect plague, not rape by thine own blood, unbelievable witchcraft parties, drink blood and wear tall hats, kill sheep and then take photos, jump up and down on dolls, thee fantasies ov Christian slaves, they claim that this is sane, they care not for your own, beliefs they come to cause thee pain, fear ov cemetery stupid, fear ov death for fools, natural to exist no more, to come and then to pass, everyone’s a devil to these people ov thee lord, everyone’s a slave and must bow down to Christian sword, zealot evangelical brainwashing for thee lord, Satan, Hades, hell and all that, E don’t believe a word, not a damning word ov it, these people have darkness issues, that’s why they are obsessed with coming into thee light, E could show you a thing or two about seeing thee light, E don’t want your fucking light, E have found my own thanks, and my light’s better than your light, because mine actually helped me to see, to see how fucking blind you stupid fuckers really are, meet thee new cross…same as thee old cross. (15/08/92)


Shopping centre preacher

E went into thee shopping centre and E saw thee evangelical youth performing a street mummer play to thee indifferent zombie shoppers, with a smile on my face E thought, this’ll be good for a laugh and watched as thee twisted story unfolded pathetically before my eyes, thee confused youngster goes to thee rave, his friend gives him some ecstasy, at first he is happy then becomes sick and depressed, thee next day he starts jacking up heroin, he has fallen in league with thee devil, ecstasy comes from thee devil, blah, blah, blah, snigger. Then one ov thee Christians who is working thee crowd as they watch, looking for potential converts to preach to, approaches me. Are you enjoying thee play? Oh yeah its killing me! , Don’t you understand it? Well yeah but it’s hardly based on a reality situation is it? It’s pathetic, What? Don’t you believe in god? No E don’t, it’s all a load ov bollocks! How can you say that? God is real! He’s getting excited now, first it was a simple convert situation and now he’s going to save me! Ok E say let me prove it to you; you’ve read thee bible right? Of course it is thee Lord’s work, ok well Genesis, after thee lord has made thee world in seven days he makes thee Garden of Eden and makes thee first man Adam, correct? Yes that’s right, and he puts Adam in thee garden of Eden and all that correct? So all men are made by god right? Yes of course! Genesis 6:4 There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown. So he didn’t make those men did he? They were already here! Uh, uh, well uh, uh! Do you believe that your God is thee powerful creator ov everything? He knows thee future, he knows thee past, and he knows everything? Yes ov course! Well if he knew what would happen with thee tree ov knowledge why thee fuck did he put it in thee fucking garden then and lead everyone into sin? , Well, oh, uh, well, uh…. it was a test ov faith, oh really so you make a fucking perfect creation and then you test it do you? If you grow a tree do you fucking test it? Just to make sure it’s a tree? That’s just fucking stupid you fool, uh,…..uh,….well,….uh,….uh,…E must be going now…thanks,….uh,…uh,…yeah…bye, see there’s another one fucking converted, its funny how people can read thee words but not see thee fucking truth, even when its right there in front ov there fucking unopened minded, pseudo-enlightened, trance-like expressional faces. Thee bible only leads to one fucking thing and it always leads there it’s a bottomless pit of racial intolerance, sexual intolerance, bigotry and an A –level in guilt and shame for nothing, it poisons minds and leads to people being burnt at thee stake for worshipping thee real power ov nature which has been going on since there were people on thee planet, it makes sense to worship thee sun, thee moon, thee rivers, thee trees, thee earth and thee air, and fire where thee fuck would we be without fire because without these things we cannot exist, we die, but can we exist without god? Yes oh yes ov course we fucking can, Christianity wasn’t established in Britain until 963AD and we certainly were doing fine before they fucking came here, stole all our stories and mysteries and claimed them for themselves, holy grail thee cup ov Christ, fuck off it was thee sacred chalice ov thee druids before that, as was thee spear ov destiny stolen by conquerors and then claimed to be thee spear that pierced his side, everyone loves a story and Christians have stolen all theirs from sources that they don’t understand, how can they when all they have is pseudo-enlightenment, to be enlightened is a personal thing that must happen to you as an individual, only you can know when its happened, and in my experience it only happens through thee use of psychedelic compounds, these are thee tools ov evolution and if you are in denial ov this then you are in denial ov life, evolution is real, but you would rather believe in thee fat cunt on a cloud or that red geezer with thee horns that’s far more believable isn’t it? God and thee devil work together you fool Jesus to judge you and Lucifer to execute that judgement, thee devil is thee reverse side ov god, for every ying there is a yang and it is retaining that balance between thee two forces that can raise you in perfect harmony to thee infinite possibilities ov consciousness, if you wanna get into it….you gotta get out ov it! (28/06/06)

New futures, new pasts, new presence

Hold that pain down, deep inside, feel thee power rise and rise, surging through thee underworld, people changed by what is heard, new moons bring new sacrifice, take kontrole ov your new life, we are all that grows down here, mutating a new atmosphere, we are one family, many branches to our tree, takes all kinds to make a world, to live thee life that we deserve, there’s a dream inside my head, and a vision in my heart, we are one family and together’s where we start, hold on tight and start to ride, E got so much love inside, soaring to another world, where thee wall’s collapsed to words, sunrise brings a brand new day, and it’s always been thee way, to be a movement, shining through, with a universal truth, we are one family, many branches to our tree, takes all kinds to make a world, to live thee life that we deserve, there’s a dream inside my head, and a vision in my heart, we are one family and together’s where we start.(thee urban shaman, oh no)(23/01/98)

Liberals can we riot now?

Free domination blues

Sometimes E really feel like E just don’t belong, to this world, to this time, to thee rights and thee wrongs, with so many things going on in my head, too fast too live and too young to be dead, E am powder, E am Jack, E am easily attacked, E am thee freak, E am thee weird, E am a part ov all thee fear, E am thee difference, E am thee one, E am all children ov thee sun, E am cursed, E am blessed, E can never get no rest, E am thee wicked, E am thee mad, E am dangerous and bad, E am man without a tribe, E am truth within thee lies, E am a joke you don’t get, wonder if you’re laughing yet? E am misunderstood, like all creatures who are good, somewhere deep in my mind, E can feel what’s going on, all thee hurt and thee crime, don’t you know that it is wrong, but every word E say ov truth, thee people back away, they’re happy to remain asleep, than wake up to today, no matter where E go, people just aren’t ready, for a person such as me, E just do peoples heads in, there are troubles in these times, man, more than enough, do they really need me to collapse thee walls to dust? Freedom, freedom, freedom to be? Can E really have that kind ov power deep inside me? E can hear, E can see, E have beauty that runs deep, E was born to thee sound ov thee system breaking down, yes E was born to thee sound ov thee system breaking down. (22/10/97)

“A square peg in a round hole is not welcome here, or anywhere, anywhere”-Radical dance faction

Summer solstice

We are pagans, stones ov thee ancient circle, standing firmly balanced upon earth, yet open to thee winds ov heaven, we stand at thee threshold between worlds, before thee veil ov mystery, may thee ancient ones help and protect us on our special magickal journey, high is summer, let our spirits likewise raise themselves above all clouds ov ignorance, so that we may once more regain thee heaven ov thee splendid stars from whence we came to earth as solar seeds, IAO, IAO, IAO, IAO, blessed be thee stead fast light beyond all darkness, now does night pay homage unto everlasting day.(Lost timezone)

E was tripping hard on liquid acid and pills thee first time E went to thee summer solstice at Stonehenge, it was thee first time open to all since thee banning ov thee ritual ov our ancestors, it was a crazy experience but it changed my life, thee vibe as we went down thee motorway towards Wiltshire was incredible, we pulled in at a service station and everybody in there was from thee tribe, people we hadn’t seen in years and all heading to thee same place, no-one could believe they had allowed us to come together again, we knew it was gonna be big, when thee mists descended at around 3am, thee whole landscape ov thee site changed, thee tops ov trees looked like islands on an endless sea to thee land ov faery, and as thee sun rose E felt charged with a spiritual energy, well to be frank that E have never experienced before or since, it was incredible, thee drumming in thee stones, thee gongs, thee circle ov flaming torches, there are many things to be said, we experienced every human and some non-human emotions in thee nervous system, E am positive to this day that E saw Pan that morning, in thee crowd, he blew fire onto thee rising sun as it crept over thee heel stone, E can’t put into words all thee things E experienced because some ov those things are wordless but it was thee most beautiful thing E think, E ever saw, E would recommend it to space-cadets everywhere, and know this, E will return to do it again for ever.(2006)

Spirit in flight

Thee tears E shed, thee fears E wed, E longed for death, E gasped for breath, thee smiles inside, thee powers arise, thee glint in eyes, thee spirit in flight, but still confused, E still feel bruised, but E will refuse, this self-abuse, and on E go, E grow to flow, thee hurt wont show, when thee time will go, so thee tears have cleared, E divorced thee fears, and thee smiles inside, now fill my eyes, and thee power arise to thee spirit in flight, to thee spirit in flight. (31/07/91)

PT17 (APV)

E am a member ov thee PT17, we’re out riding in our brand new APV, 9mm rifles and handguns in our car, let’s go find some sucker, it’s time to self-arm, if thee police have guns what is our best defence? If thee police have guns what is our best defence? If thee police have guns how can we fight back? If thee police have guns then we are under attack, in thee cars, on thee streets, armed and dangerous, shoot to kill, shoot for fun, shoot who they hate, we’ve got to stop them before it’s too late, pigs with guns, pigs don’t fly, pigs shoot niggers passing by, pigs with guns, racist scum, pigs shoot hippies high on drugs, pigs with guns, brainless, blind, pigs shoot anarchists, E wonder why? PT17, pigs with guns, pigs shoot innocents in cold blood. Watch this space, spygarism-make ov it what you will. (02/08/91)

Paranoid comedown

E feel pretty lousy, E am diseased with death, E have seen better days, guess my heads in a mess, my sandpaper skin, so sore, my sunken eyes, my aching bones inside, my throat so dry, E need an overhaul, E have failed my M.O.T., so there is a side-effect to taking LSD, this world’s so cruel and it is picking my brain, E don’t know who’s my faith, E don’t know who’s insane, there’s no hope for my future, there’s no hope for peace, E wish that E could rest, E only want to sleep, why am E condemned? Why do they persecute? E only want to be free to do what E wanna do, E don’t need your childish hang-ups, E don’t need control, E just need a better option than oppressed or dole, you wont stop me with your morals, cause E am too far gone, there’s no tricks to retrain me, E am a stubborn old dog, E just want to be alone, with thoughts that E create, it’s not me, it’s your world that makes me such a state. (1990)

Why didn’t you tell me?

E knew not where E had come from, it was all a mystery, but now E know thee sordid truth that you had hid from me, Was E a wishful thought? A last embrace? A product ov your love? Or was E just an accident? Another bastard son? Why didn’t you tell me? It would have made sense; E wouldn’t have suffered, for your defence, why didn’t you tell me? Cause you didn’t laugh, as E suffered at thee hands ov that psychopath, thee man E thought was my dad, has treated me like shit, E never had thee love my sister had when we were kids, you let that fucking animal take pieces ov my mind, now E know it doesn’t work, when you’re cruel to be kind, even now E never get thee breaks, you slowly watch me starve, ov all thee dreams E ever had, when E never had your love, Was E a wishful thought? A last embrace? A product ov your love? Or was E just an accident? Another bastard son? E am thee product ov your mistakes, but that’s no reason to treat me like one. (1989)

No point

Thee world is dying, thee scientists say, it’s a problem, can’t be solved and it wont go away, if global warming doesn’t fry ya, then thee ice age will freeze, what’s thee point ov planning futures if you’ve nowhere to breath? They say there’s nothing we can do, and people don’t realise, this is thee end ov our inheritance, its thee end ov our lives, they only care about their money and thee plans for their kids, what’s thee point to all this nonsense, we’ll no longer exist, so fuck it, party up and motivate, just live your life full, there’s no point to being depressed, though you probably will, accept thee fate ov mankind because E know its for best, there’s no point in being selfish, when there’ll be no-one left, you can organize your marches but big brother wont hear, because he thinks that he is God and he thinks thee way’s clear, well there’s some justice for you, after all that he’s robbed, there’s no point in being a leader, when you just ain’t a God, there’s just one thing to do, that’s to replant thee trees, live for communal anarchy and fight for global peace, there’s no point in being richest or most powerful, cause if we don’t join together, there’s no point at all, there’s no point at all, if all you want is money, there’s no point at all, if all you want is power, there’s no point at all, if you still destroy trees, there’s no point at all, if you wont hear and see, no point. (1990)

Midsummer day

We stand between thee day and night, when darkness has been lost in light, being neither cursed nor blessed, between this way ov wrong and right, our choice is clear through black and white, thee middle path is best, thee way is straight, thee path is long, while flesh is weak but spirit strong, we need to be and know, who enters life is past recall, for none may rise save we that fall, above is reached below, blessed be thee mother earth, so mote it be, blessed be thee solar light, so mote it be, blessed be thee water ov life, so mote it be, blessed be thee seeds ov freedom, so mote it be, IAO, IAO, IAO, IAO, let an echo ov this universal utterance reach everyone within this world, may it be borne by every breath ov air, may it be flashed by every form ov fire, may it be written with each wave ov water, may thee word ov will in us be felt as firmly as this earth beneath our feet, so mote it be. Now is high midsummer sun, but living time is never done, cease all sorrow, stop all strife, come hopeful hearts and a happy life, if you mind midsummer’s day, luck and love will come your way, joy and gladness, good and true, come to me and go to you, who is older than thee sun? That in whom all lives are one, who is wiser than thee rest? Only who knows what is best, who is greatest ov thee great? That which stays thee hand ov fate, who is higher than thee sky? Who so outgrows thee tallest lie, if you would have every rite, follow on thee way ov light, here is common sense to try, do as you would be done by, here is counsel to fulfil, if you harm none do what you will, now be free and live this way, on this good midsummer’s day, so mote it be, all anger is transformed into joy, blessed be. (Lost timezone) (From thee mists)

E will speak ov war, E will speak ov peace, E will speak ov thee demons, E will speak ov thee priests, E will speak ov thee mountains, E will speak ov thee pits, E will speak ov thee gifted and society’s shits, cause you’re putting us down and you’ve stolen our crown, but E will never stop speaking, never stop speaking, and my brains spinning round in thee hole in thee ground, but E will never stop speaking, never stop speaking, no, no. (Lost timezone)

London 1992

BRIGHT LIGHTS, thee thing people always remember about thee city is thee fucking bright fucking lights, but it’s not as simple or as joyous as that really. Thee city is full ov beggars and thieves, vulgar, scum sucking, gluttons ov wealth and false liberty, life is a prostitute, a travesty ov love, life fucks you over and all it wants is your money, when you have very little and you lose it so fucking easily, you have to come to terms with your own stupidity, but you see every night in your city, beggars, drunkards and thieves feeding off thee next sucker, there are so many shit deals going down in your fair city right now that E can see a real rebellion in not buying drugs, how many people got burned tonight? How many people actually get good drugs on thee street? There are no fucking good drugs on thee street, everyone’s being ripped off, no-one got high, no one thought and nothing ever fucking changes, these scum fuckers from thee vermin ov filth, they just want your fucking money, this city is a-living in thee true gangsta- style, shitting on your own to become what you used to fucking hate, thee rich vulgar scum suckers, all this inward bio-feedback ov disillusion and bitterness, no good can come from this. Peoples stupidity has started to turn in on itself creating more war torn scum sucking disillusionment, a fifth and higher degree ov filth, degree ov scum, how much can a man hate itself for how long? Is this to remain? Working class people gorging themselves on hate and scum, and there is no-one you can trust anymore, if anyone’s getting high its not here in thee city, thee only kicks to be found here in scum city is thee vulgar gorging ov flesh, thee dead animals are easily come by in thee city and its legal too, but who is thee scum? It is our people, our fucking people are so fucking ignorant, and vulgar and prostituted, and sad and grey, ignorance is hip, anger is bliss and all that happens now will be worse as time goes on, like a merciless pimp, exploitation ov thee scum ethic means more and more scum will follow, E hate thee city because its where E will die in roach infested scum sucking bliss, bad day bliss. E am sick to my fucking stomach with meat-gorging scum, who is thee fucking stupid one now? At least E know what E feel is real, thee only real thing in your scum sucking life is thee dead animal that you didn’t kill yourself, but you fucking gorged your whole fucking self on thee taste ov dead flesh scum suckers, vermin ov filth, death will plague you, from death comes death, just like your pseudo scum religion, old habits never die but gorge on war torn flesh ov thee innocents, and like a plague it will find a way ov extinguishing itself, and there will be nothing, but pure unadulterated bliss, fuck money, try bliss. (1992)


There is something else going on...

Everything came together after thee birth ov my children, so many conclusions and answers were instantly obvious, and no my politics never changed in fact this only made my belief system more pronounced and more vital, do you think E was gonna let my kids go through those years ov lies and head-fucks without benefiting from my experiences, thee tribe was growing and thee wisdom was being spread around from a very early age, there’s no way you’re gonna fool them into your happy go lucky slave society, they will question every fucking move you make, and they will be freer citizens ov a future generation, see all along we’ve been guerrilla gardening, sowing thee seeds ov sense and justice, and our forest will bloom, and will recover thee land from thee hands ov fools, and return it to us all, thee freaks shall inherit thee earth, smile all thee while, ever get thee feeling that you’ve been cheated? (2006)

Fuck you up

E never had nothing that was really mine, E just borrow things from time to time, E just found it best to get by, even when E am happy E got tears in my eyes, never had much chance to get hold ov my reins, everyone who said they’d help just turned away, alone with a death wish E seemed to survive, thee outsides a little worn but you should see thee insides, fucked up, fucked up, and E am gonna fuck you up, fucked up, fucked up, and E am gonna fuck you up, nobody ever gives you enough time, nobody cares if E live or die, peace inside is something E can’t find, even when E am down E am laughing in my mind, and thee hate E feel that you deserve, is bleeding me dry E am running out ov words, you push and shove but E don’t wanna hear, thee only thing E live with is my selfish fears, , fucked up, fucked up, and E am gonna fuck you up, fucked up, fucked up, and E am gonna fuck you up, so what about me? So what about you? We’re never getting nowhere if this is all you can do, don’t know how much more E can take, E don’t see no truth, E just see fucking fakes, you fucked with me, now E will fuck with you, revenge so sweet will just have to do, it’s people like you that fuck thee whole world over, so take thee slack for your fucked up supernova, fucked up, fucked up, and E am gonna fuck you up, fucked up, fucked up, and E am gonna fuck you up, fucked up, fucked up, and E am gonna fuck you up, fucked up, fucked up, and E am gonna fuck you up. (Lost timezone)

Frustrated

Another day wasted in my living hell, my mind full ov things but no-one to tell, a kinda twisted, agonizing nightmare trip, suicidal heaven but my wrists ain’t slit, frustrated with my philosophy, frustrated why can’t you fucking see? Frustrated with dreams inside my head, frustrated E will wind up dead, as my country collapses around my ears, and thee drugs make me waste my blood-red tears, E am still bound and gagged in my self-made rut, but E know E never made myself something E am not, frustrated with my philosophy, frustrated why can’t you fucking see? Frustrated with dreams inside my head, frustrated E will wind up dead, and all thee time baby E dream ov you, and E dream ov all thee things we were gonna do, E guess E never made it as E thought E would, cause thee world E created never understood, frustrated with my philosophy, frustrated why can’t you fucking see? Frustrated with dreams inside my head, frustrated E will wind up dead. (1989)

Back to thee lab

Thee red dragons

WHY is it that life never seems to go right for me? Its always a battle, E am never content, E am often bored, surely it wasn’t meant to be like this. E wish E didn’t know thee things E know or believe thee things E believe, it must be said ignorance is bliss, if you don’t know you don’t care, E wish E didn’t care….but E do! People always seem to be putting me down or trying to take something from me, E guess that makes me valid but E don’t know if E enjoy life…E enjoy bits ov it, but E still remain suicidal in some respects, it will only take one major thing to push me into slashing my wrists again, one major thing Jesus that’s not a lot is it? E wish E understood these doors E keep opening, thee more E open, thee more confused my perception ov life, thee universe and something. It is suggested god wanted to make a perfect race when he put Adam and Eve here, Hitler wanted to make a perfect race too, an Anti-Christ without any doubt, thee second…where is thee third? E believe he or she is here now, they’ve got to be, life gets worse for most people everyday, there’s wars and violence and just yesterday thee desecration ov Jewish graves, shit its happening now! E don’t know if E can handle this one, with that threat over my head, what’s thee point in security because there is none, it does not exist with these concepts in thee world. So what to do? Keep seeing bands, buying records and taking LSD and ignoring it, is that thee way? Why do thee people around me piss me off so much? Why does Thee Scene act thee way he does? Some days E could kill him on others he’s thee only friend E have got, why does he do it? It will only end in tears and violence, it always does, its thee way ov mankind! E wish E could create something, E write sure but that’s it, scraps ov paper in a folder, enough evidence to lock me away for years? E should put all these thoughts into a book really but would anyone want to publish it? E guess not! Still if it were a book E know that E would buy it “Jesus thee works ov a schizophrenic acidhead lonely romantic on a bummer far-out taxi ride to thee oblivion ov thee world as we know it”, now there’s a title. E look around and what do E see? A million problems screaming at me, with no solutions and no escape, E now know why E generate hate, a lack ov direction, no confidence, a lifetime sitting beneath thee fence, a flash ov frustration to make me cry, E can’t say that E would be scared to die, a no-way out sign in my vision, a no-entry to my religion, a heavy dub soundtrack to all my life, why did John Lennon get shot and die? Why don’t E have many friends no more? There were lots at one time, lots ov people close to me now there’s just Thee Scene and maybe Thee Buzz if he would let me, where’s Thee Maniac Kram when E need him? Pissed probably. Is it because E have taken so many steps forward that people just don’t know me anymore? Or is it that no one likes me anymore? Just like thee dread LSD E feel revolutionary and outcast, E have no family to speak ov, apart from my sister but she’s not having a normal life anyway, surely E didn’t deserve this, E didn’t choose to be born that way and E didn’t disown anybody, they disowned me, its hard trying to be happy when no-one tells you they love you or explains why they don’t care. (14/05/90)

But ov course E learned, to let go ov thee lies they had filled my head with, that circles ov friends change and dissipate, that giving up is never an answer but a challenge, that E could find my own family by sharing thoughts with thee people E met, to like myself and from there believe in myself, that life has its ups and downs but if you truly believe will reward you in thee strangest and most unexpected ways, to not count on God or pseudo enlightenment, or government or reason, but to have sheer unadulterated faith in thee fact that E am right on thee button thee whole fucking time, E know thee truth as it is for me, and you know thee truth as it is for you, and when thee lies mount up, thee truth will out. (2006)

Thy will be done

E long for a day where there’s chaos, and thee streets are paved with blood, and thee corrupt have now been thwarted, and thee final battle’s won, E long for a day to end all days, to see thee carnage in thee sun, E long for a day when establishment’s raised, to thee ground, thy will be done, E long for a day when thee blind, ignoramus who run this land, have pushed us to thee limits, and we chopped off their foul hands, E long for a day when there’s judgement, and we all can live as one, E long for thee day, pure and honestly, my lord, thy will be done, E long for thee truth and thee justice, and E long for thee promised land, and E long for thee rich and thee poorer, to respect their fellow man, and E long for thee black and thee white, to join and be as one, and to vanquish all thee oppression, my lord, thy will be done, E long for thee day to end all days, to see thee carnage in thee sun, E long for a day when establishment’s raised, to thee ground then E will be done. (1989)

Is this real? Is this what E feel? Into thee dragon’s breath, into thee dragon’s breath, Into thee dragon’s breath, Into thee dragon’s breath, magic mushrooms are thee skin ov God said a madman on TV, they must be here for a reason and that’s what is puzzling me, so E question and E question and E question authority, we must be here for a reason and it’s very plain to see, Into thee dragon’s breath, into thee dragon’s breath, Into thee dragon’s breath, Into thee dragon’s breath, in thee pool ov liquid sky E swam, E opened wide thee doors, E discovered new continents because E lost sight ov thee shore, E drift in a cloud from thee sky factory, and E think for myself and E smile and E dream, we must be here for a reason and that reason comes through me, Into thee dragon’s breath, into thee dragon’s breath, Into thee dragon’s breath, Into thee dragon’s breath, E can see in your eyes rebel and arise, awaken in time, take control ov your life, we are all minds, all kind ov beings are we, and it’s written in thee nature ov things to be free, we must be here for a reason, we must be here for a reason, we must be here for a reason and thee reason to be free, Into thee dragon’s breath, into thee dragon’s breath, Into thee dragon’s breath, Into thee dragon’s breath, is this real? Is this what E feel? (Lost timezone)

Family

Family, we have a family, conscience reigns as nightmares fall, growing pains within these walls, life has changed so drastically, E didn’t know but now E see, life is all we have it’s true, children grow from love in you, this world must be changed for them, healed and re-arranged again, family, we have a family, all can be like me and you, truest love and eyes ov blue, deep in day and wild at night, all is seen by newborn eyes, we will be eternally, grateful for this liberty, give us reason to go on, to give our children life in songs, family, we have a family, we have a family ov love. (09/04/96)

“Rules are for fools”-John Lydon

E was sixteen at thee time and we were decorating thee barbeque area when it happened. My brother was thee first to scream on thee day it happened, thee day my head became an elevator, droplets ov sweat were beginning to form on my brow, then E fainted. E don’t remember what happened next but E awoke with a huge shaft above my neck, a call lift button on my nipple and every time E pressed it, remembering what happened was like an undeniable sin. Shamelessly, E remember spreading my legs and a seagull coming in through my porthole, going up, going up, E thought, and a feeling from my toes would gunshot to thee top ov my shaft and then it would come back down again. Thee ships captain informed me that he worked for Birds eye and occasionally Muller rice, E assured him that E was auditioning to become a bond girl, but my head ov course had become an elevator, and apparently in Hollywood if you’ve got an elevator for a head, you don’t even get a look in, you cant get in to see thee directors, thee studios wont have you, E can tell you its not easy being a bond girl with an elevator for a head! My brother stopped screaming and E tweaked my own nipples to make sure they were still there, they were and E was damned glad about that. Uncontrollably E entered a cabin to find thee ships log, it was somewhere in thee ships forest but it felt like a flange and smelt like spam! “What thee fuck has happened to your head,” said my brother as his feet turned purple with strangeness abound, but E could not answer because elevators don’t have mouths! E am very pleased to have experienced real life as it is to me and E never ever believe in tall storeys, theses things just don’t happen. (Lost timezone)

It was February 1995 and he saw her in a window, in Amsterdam, she smiled and bent over to show him her pert arse, thee glow ov scarlet neon reflected in my shiny black raincoat, throbbing feelings rushed to my cock, E wanted her now and E was going to have her. She said “fifty gilders for a one way trip to heaven” E agreed and she unlocked thee door and pulled thee curtains closed, and my heart beat faster, slowly she walked towards me and started to take my clothes off, as she bent down E could see her cunt in thee reflection ov thee mirror, she opened her legs to their widest point and grabbed my hand, pushing it towards her clit, her ruby red lips were swollen and inviting, E pushed her onto thee bed and began lapping at her like an animal, she panted and moved faster until E felt her hot cum on my fingertips and tongue as she exploded in ecstasy and called me a bastard, then told me she loved me. (Lost timezone)

Sister do E truly see you there? Have you given up thee sight ov your free will? E didn’t know E could still see that way, E was put to sleep but E woke up still, it was a sending, E heard nothing on thee TV screen, from thee mother to thee sister, message just like me, E felt so weak and powerless then came back to myself, now is thee time, come together, fight and heal this hell, do not think that this little one cannot understand, babes know more than we imagine, sight ov purest eyes, they cannot speak their minds so we believe they do not think, well that is for thee future, better everyone’s for life, you are free as every child ov love is free, not so easily led, now let’s grow to seek, awaken liberation, be what born to be, yourself and everything you ever dreamed you’d be. (04/03/96)

“E know that thee way E absorbed information from my family background was given to me as if E were being reminded ov something E had forgotten but really knew”-Alan Garner

On my way to thee green man, with colours in my mind, like a leper messiah, E am transcended through time, lost myself in a dream now, but this feeling’s so real, it is my understanding, that E am what E feel, deep inside this sweet moment, E could travel for miles, know thee end ov my journey, will be awakened with smiles, from thee gold to thee phoenix, E am bathed in thee fire, from Gaia to thee sun child, E am borne ov desire, E am borne ov desire, E am borne ov desire, as are we all. (Lost timezone)

Ritual ov thee forest

Earth below and sky above, let this circle be cast with love. Awake, awake, awake, awake, return to life within this mortal world, oh sleeping ones who wait rebirth, from our great mothers womb, be born again with human hopes, oh true companions ov thee cosmic light, blessed be thee light that guides our lives and this thee earth it shines on, that supports our living, as matter has no meaning without mind, so soil has no significance without a seed, let light breathe forth itself as light. Good is thee ground laid open to thee winds ov truth and radiated by thee sun, life must come from love alone, as water was our one time womb and moisture is our mother milk on earth, let us approach thee spirit set above thee waters ov compassion and regeneration, blessed be thee seed implanted in a fertile field, for it will ever grow towards thee light with strength and splendour, blessed be thee seed itself and all that it implies, thee very smallest living seed on earth is infinitely greater in its meaning than thee mightiest mankind will ever make, consider this tremendous truth with wonder and humility, yet look upon thee symbols ov its mystery with confidence and love, because thee emblem ov a seed shows life divine indeed, it is written truthfully that as we sow, we shall eventually reap. Let us name it ‘change’ and plant it deep within us, so that it will germinate and grow into thee flower and fruit ov all thee sheer faith we have here and now place in it, blessed be this chosen seed and all that comes to life among us by its means, may it open unto us thee inner ways we search for and fulfil our purpose with its fruits, be it born ov us and bear within it thee intentions ov our trust and will, so that it and we may grow together, may emptiness be filled, silence hear thee word, stillness move and darkness enlightened, blessed be thee word that waits within thee womb, in perfect love let there be life, blessed be. Earth below and sky above, let this circle be closed with love. (04/11/98)