Of things I’ve started All but one will abend The rest are still racing Ignorant of their end Wayside they fall, lovers and hopes To a tale they once told Now they’re merely spectators of sorts To a future so lucid It’s a bet not to be missed Now the horses have fled With a kiss of their lips The cheerleaders cheered The choir it snored As I strolled to the finish With a pint of a guinness To my house on the moor The dogs kept on barking As the convoy pushed on To the next pub in town Where bound to be found With smile and a song So As I exit the room Where the stage has been set For a play of lifelong promises Some call it: success I’m a host to all things That will fail to no end Being happily blind To the one to sustain To a future so lucid ...

How many times a day can you check The current time in Sydney? It’ll still be on the other side of earth Even if she’s now marked as “busy” You think your thoughts can travel Close to the surface Like a missile that’s gone rogue And touch her slender body, and do no wrong Daylight for you almost gone You’re in a timezone unmarked Light and darkness got no meaning No one can keep you tuned To a heart that keeps no feelings And still you check on the time She was last seen connected To the world of things Where you can only sing About the way it used to be Does she think of you When (she’s) roaming seas and peaks? Or is she forgetful as a bird Will she ever speak? Does she think of you When (she’s) in bed, before she asleep Or is she over and out (\beyond) Will she ever speak? … of you So you practice dignity As your heart keeps on shrinking Traveling the other way Makes her hard for reaching And still you’re well aware Of every breath she’s talking In a world that’s in your head Where love is timeless, never dead Hearing voices got you scared Does she think of you ...

I got loads of free time But I can’t tell a soul I got seven lovers on Skype But I can’t bring them home Still, I got a brand new song So I guess there ain’t nothing wrong I got 2 million people under occupation But I can’t hire so much as a chef I got 4 police investigation on my name So I can’t brag about my wealth Still, I got a brand new song ... Ain’t that something else? Now you know why most heads of state Got a secret drawer full of poems It’s the only way they can be outing themselves They’re crossdressing with decorum But a song is like a gun in court A rolling bottle down a theatre wrought Something so loaded it’s with honesty froth Guess why it's shunned by normal folks I’ll gםt three balls, Well now you know that too And a seafaring maiden in every port And a jet fighter too And I got a brand new song I bet you care about that too And I got a brand new song You must be loving it too Now you know why most heads of state ... So now I’m the head of a state With no borders and laws at all There’s just one small test To see if you can sing along Yes I got a brand new song So I guess there’s nothing wrong

Rest you head on my shoulders Close your eyes and pray Babe, I’m getting closer I’m on my way Although I’m right now in Texas On a long and dusty highway Not knowing where I am Or where I’m gonna stay My heart is wrapped up in a box Ready for check-in at the curb If I make it to the terminal alive In the morning I’ll be there The air is chocolate sweet here The sky is dark as your eyes If I called you up right now Would you leave it all and fly And ride with me tomorrow Wherever the road will take Not knowing where we are Or where we’re gonna stay I’ll put my head on your shoulders Close my eyes and pray Babe, are you getting closer Please be on your way Though this is just a song, Babe I know it travels well Like the AM stations of old It’s bouncing off the air So turn your radio on, girl Listen to the breeze Somewhere at the end of the dial You can hear me saying please Rest your head on my shoulders Close your eyes and pray Babe, I’m getting closer I’m on my way

Tell our mothers not to cry no more Peace and love songs done it all Tell our sisters not to fight no more Someone just posted an App for that on the Apple store Now we never ask why Except when the old phone’s battery dies Or when we’re bingeing and the streaming stalls On account of a hurricane’s eye getting awfully close Tell our mothers ... Now we never ask how They’ve drained the swamp but still we drowned alive In a sewer called “Great Again” Run by an arse for his own gain We just stare at the screen Not even wondering where the hell have we been Our Facebook page clearly reflects A player’s lifestyle, come place your bets Tell our mothers ... Yes, It’s the Art of the Deal Just tell me your last name, Amigo, as I swing for the kill The Man says: “you’re fired”, “get off my field” And on your way out Don't forget to pay for my book at the till Tell our mothers ... So incognito we stroll Where barely legal seductresses troll NSA’s got exit nodes and all Still we put our faith in the God of Tor Snowden and Julian are holding the torch Like cattle for slaughter, we’re grazed on the porch Who cares where's the embassy, it’s boom now or bust Trump is our boy, let’s go burn a cross! Tell our mothers not to cry no more Peace and love songs done it all Tell our sisters not to fight no more Someone just posted an App for that on the Apple store Tell our brothers not to come back home Soon there’ll be a draft note by the door Go tell our father’s graves what you already know White man’s coming back for your soul

Guess it’s the weekend The kids have long left for school He’s making dinner Sets the table for two Lights up the candles Serves his face up for a kiss Sets an alarm for early morning Tomorrow’s trip a sign of peace Sings her a love song No one know who it is for As he wails, she moves around the room Always staring at the floor He says it’s heaven The way we ended up like this But in his mind he is a-tripping Gravity it sinks There’s something missing Even though we’re kissing hard I’ve got a feeling But it’s not love There ain't no ending No one’s coming bailing us out We’re just hanging here For a while Like petty thieves on trial Then there’s silence For a hundred miles or more You turn the radio on They’re still talking about the war Somehow she’s smiling Her eyes still nailed to the floor You’ve been gentle and kind But she is need of something more There’s something missing Even though we’re making out I’ve got a feeling But it’s not lust There ain't no ending No one’s coming bailing us out We’re just hanging here For a while Like petty thieves on trial Now comes the sentence You both face the judge of all Time - It is the great oppressor A libertarian of lost souls It’ll surely bail you out Scot-free you’ll be under a stone So you better unbuckle fast, Lest your time soon will be gone There’s something missing Even though we’re playing house I’ve got a feeling But it’s not us There ain't no ending No one’s coming bailing us out We’re just hanging here For a while Like petty thieves on trial

My home town is the kind of a place Where everyone was once someone else, the best A general with a water gun A pilot who’s destined to destroy Iran, what fun! But I’m neither, nor not or Gates I flip my finger for Flop houses too I just wanna be in love with you Then I became a king of folk In bar-rooms of aging men and smoke, I spoke Girls would say: here comes he But all that I wanted was to get out and pee, and be Yes, I’m neither, nor not or Toggle switch baits I ignore Not any more I just wanna be with you on all fours Now you might take me for a misanthrope A cynical recluse, an anarchist dope A dog eat dog world was just a hoax It’s a god meets the ever turning sword of hope So you better start sniffling real ass Join the party boy, lick boots of brass Be a contributing citizen of the nation Support this wonderful god-dammed creation Be happy you’re allowed to stay infected By a network of such glorious stations With talking heads that sing on command Roar as you may, we can’t hear a sound The past is gone, present perfect it is, With our newly appointed constellation of queers Just be a sport, come join us down at the bar On the corner of something stupid and our trash-talking czar Drink what you’re served, boy, don’t ask why We’ll tell you who you are, and then you’ll die Raise your head, look at the sky God’s flying a Cessna, writing your future on high Blink once and it be gone Anyway, soon you’ll bravely be under a stone We’ll keep up the flag, nation above all Be here to love us, you poet of old But I’m neither, nor not or In your circuit, I’m “the great bore” Just a chip off the old block Alpha Mike Foxtrot “So much hate this guy has Wish we could have trained him instead To dress in whites, to accept Divinity, order, leaders inept Weep for him no more He’s just driftwood, swept onto our shore It’s anthem time now, bow your head, kiss the floor, sing this instead:” The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog ...

Well, you made it in school Play guitar, you’re so cool Made a small fortune Now step it up, make the news Be someone who cares, About pollution, clean air Be the new Messiah At least for a day Hey mister, can’t you tell There ain’t no heaven, no hell Hey mister, can’t you see I was bound for glory, but now I’m free Free from my brother in arms From whatever I should have become Free from being the President Of the whole wide world Free from all bullies in school From being awkwardly ruled By religion, conflicted & cruel Do you take me for a fool? Hey mister, can’t you tell ... But God is waiting for you He’s got the real job too To take out all evil And install some fear So listen closely, you prick I got me a copy of your hard disk So you better, explode Or else your mom will get sick Hey mister, can’t you tell ...

As the body’s getting old You’re surrounded by a foam People calling you at home Mostly working on the phone They won’t touch you with a stick Stare too much, they’ll call you: “prick” But your number they will pass Mark it up as: “got some cash” Lonely, smart and prone to love I’ve been under and above I’ve been kissed and I’ve been struck Drawn forever on a lark Now that you are coming home I’m a stumbler, too far gone Awkward in some many ways Easy prey, in games you play ‘Cause in matters of the heart I’ve been having some false starts So if I ask you for your heart (/hand) or where we’re headed, Simply touch me, all of the way Don’t worry, I won’t stay It’s just a thing that I need today … and probably every day ‘Cause its always been my faith Touch someone, you’re good as death Everything you’ve ever known Will be taken, forever gone Yes, I’ve touched and I survived Lost it all and I’m a live No more junky for the pain I want it missionary plain ‘Cause in matters of the heart ...