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by

Paul Etang

 BAD NEWS

It’s eye popping stuff
There ‘re tongues hanging out
Hands deep in pockets
Blood rushing south

Do you like violence?
Do you like pain?
Do you like needles
The puncture the vein?

Do you like war,
Kids with no legs?
Hands that are tied,
Bags over heads?

Do like stories
Of killers and kings?
Sift through the debris
For dangerous things?

Or dolls that talk
And move on their own,
With eyes made from stars
And heads made from stone?

Go tell your family
Run; tell your friends
Summon the people
There s news of the end

If you so choose
Walk with the dead
The jerk of the string
The nod of the head

If you so choose
Please cut the cord
Just stay away
And say that you’re bored

 

PORN

Always ready
In under a minute
It’s really very simple
There’s really nothing in it

Animal instinct
Without the fur
The dog will bark
The cat will purr

Some of them guys
Some of them girls
Some of them gangsters
Some of them molls

Some of them black
Some of them white
Some of them left
Some of them right

Some of them struggle
Some of them fight
All of them useless
All of them shite

Marching together
Uniforms pressed
Army of leather
A general obsessed

Orders are taken
Demands are met
The money is paid
The penny is spent

FOUR OF THEM

Cloud hitting cutter, the din of the hiss
Everyone knows there’s something amiss
Purple rock smothered, no time for a kiss
Cloud hitting cutter; who’s next on your list

Galloping tide brush you aside
Evil the eye with arms open wide
Who to believe when four of them lied?
Try not to ride the galloping tide

Machine marches on, flattens the land
Machine lives on, fat of the land
Built with two heads; one happy, one mad
Made with two hands; to give and to take
To feed the machine; a grave mistake!

Rags to riches to rags to dust
Behold the mighty; to fall is a must
No care for the pen, no care for the sword
The flesh, the blood, the bones it will hoard
The mind, the spirit, the soul and more
The faith and the hope; the loss we endure.

FANGS

Fabric is torn
Threads are strewn
Far from seductive
Dull is the moon


GAMES

He’s playing God
She’s playing house
He’s playing lion
She’s playing mouse

BOXES

Boxes
Poxes
Oh hell!
No key to the lockses
No one to help you
Pull up your sockses

Boxes
Round
Square
Triangle
Any which way they please to wrangle
If it suits you
Let it dangle
Show everybody your awkward spangle
Out with the new
Feel the old fangle

Crimp, cramp
Livewire damp
Sit on your hands?
Complicit; the clamp
Stuck in a hard place
Hit by falling rockses

So, boxes, boxes
Turn back the clockses
Be prepared to take more knockses
From toxic boxes


BEWARE THE BACKLASH

Beware the backlash
Pretty and thin
Beware the backlash
Nice big tits
Beware the backlash good at your job
Beware the backlash
Absent the nob
Beware the backlash
Successful, if not rich
Beware the backlash
From witch and from bitch

Oh she’s so petite
We already know
I bet she doesn’t eat
I bet you don’t know

Low self esteem
And scales that crack
Mirrors that lie
And broke is the back

Travel the world
With eyes that are green
Red is the mist
Through which you have seen
Yellow; the badge
That signals your game
Black is the heart, and blue is the vein

You’re not the only one
With wrong done to you
Here; have a tissue
Please join the queue

A lash on the back
A scar on the skin
Crippled without
Crippled within
Crippled are you
From thoughts of your own
And crippled is she
From stones that are thrown

So do unto others
As you see fit
But be careful; don t fall
As high as you sit.

FOOLS IN BETWEEN

Not a God or a devil
I’m something in between
I’m a fool with a memory
And I’m holding it all in

Decisions; what are they?
And where can they be found?
You want to see my tragedy?
I’m performing in the round

You got the war
You got the art and the image
All the while talking like a dummy
Walking like a monkey

You think you got style?
You’re the man about town
That never leaves the house

The Great Pretender for the rest of your life
A shrink wrapped passenger on the bandwagon am I
The man downstairs is the goat we will stone
Heaven knows who’s upstairs on his own

HARD

Hit, hard, Nuts,
Fall, sleep,
Flag.
Boot, head, van,
Roll, sleep,
Ran.
Light, Blade, Bleed,
Drip, drop,
Life.

 TELE-AGE

Don’t touch the freak show
Just one touch of a button and you’ll know
The image is not for you
The image is just not true

Don’t edit my whole day
Don’t cut me down to a one liner
Join me in the bigger picture
Why trip on cables that don’t fit you

Boxed in, close up, fuzzy cage
You’re only alive for fifteen minutes in the television age

Famous for fifteen minutes
They love you when you re dead
Try telling your family
When they’ve only seen your head

TIMEPIECE

Thief in the night; sands of time
Take my memories, take my life
Washed up on shores of push and shove
Pour a little more, tell me when
Dare the cock crow, wake the hen
Why not wind down mechanical whore
Give it a rest, mechanical bore
Face the music, waltz no more

Your tailor makes us clothes, reel after reel
Your fashion dictating the way we should feel
But if your shop burns down tonight
We might be naked tonight
We might hide from the light; stage fright
Open at nine, shut after five
Those are our lives

There’s plenty of time to tell you there is no time
As alarming is not charming, it’s left for me to say
That old clock of mine
Stitched me up like Frankenstein
At the sound of the third stroke the time will be
No longer of any use to me

WILD HORSES

Against the wind, against all odds
You find it hard to walk
False teeth blown in all directions
You find it increasingly hard to talk

It’s more of the same
You’re going nowhere
You’re stuck on a carousel
Thin is the air

A marriage made in time
For the winter collection
It fits like a glove
But it’s the wrong selection

You’ve been weathered
Whether or not you agree
You’ve been stubborn
Stubborn as a fool can be

Look at the iron man
Eyes to the sky
Look at the rain man
Never knows why

Wild horses have run away with your life
It’s a galloping gust that you call your wife
If you don’t act now you’ll be out like a light
Wild horses have run away with your life

 

 

GUILTY

God said on his way to bed;
I’m the only one,
You can all fend for yourselves now
And then he blew out the sun

He’s had enough of the fighting
He’s ashamed of you and me
He said we make him cry at night
By day he prays for peace

I feel guilty
Guilty all over again
I close my eyes and I count to ten
When I open ‘em up I’m still here

Oh don’t remind me
That girl from Friday night
I tried to tell her boyfriend
I was only asking for a light

He said where you been for so long?
She said I had to pee!
I think he knew it was bullshit
Cause he sent me to A & E

I took the wrong dose of medicine
It’s what the patient ordered
I got the shakes, couldn’t find the brakes
I drink from dirty water

Let’s face it I’m going nowhere
My mum thinks I’m a tool
But I’m not the only one
Who always hated school

And that’s why I feel guilty
Guilty all over again
But please don’t remind me that when I count to ten
I’ll open my eyes and I’ll still be me