Friday, 31 July 2009

Lyrical Ballads, Yours Sincerly, Wordsworst.

Here are some lyrics I've written for you all to lay some eyes on. The first one is still a work in progress, donc: no name as of yet.

Suited smartly, with trousers turned up,
Shiva mascot in hand, he drops
In, into the river
With a
Plop! his heart stops.

In the half light his amputated Rolex reflects
His cold white dead eyes,
Utterly perplexed,
Broke, old broken body,
Completely convex.

"The Barnacles With Us, Boys"

Oh No!
This ship is going down,
Pull in the oars boys and girls
Before we drown.
This one eyed captain
Can't turn this ship around,
So Mutiny!
On this vessel not a rat'll be found.

Six years ago,
Prevailers of Peace,
Against our crew's general distaste
We sailed east.
Rumours of supplies
Burned out on home shores,
So Mutiny!
We were but bitches in our Captain's dorm.

Well back at base,
The most dignified advisers
Were having scrumptious dealings
With the partners of the ugliest misers,
Moats filled with water
And billed to general taxation,
So Mutiny!
Education Education Education.

With defences low
To the good ship Blighty,
We dug to the depths of our Redness
And pulled out some tricks for the party,
If hit by cannons
We'll Identify,
So Mutiny!
You've Forty odd days to comply.

Well we'd be fibbing,
If we said there ain't competition,
There's those blue cheeked pirates
With academic preparatory wisdom.
And that general of theirs, they call him
Long John Smugly Considered
He rows to the office while
His speedboat is secretly delivered.

So what will become of us?
A disgraced and marooned mix.
We're taking the barnacles with us boys
We're sinking the whole ship.
This crash is imminent,
We're surrounded by sharks fins,
Perhaps this might've ended differently if we
Had the decency to sail against the wind.

"Some Old Rusty Brahms"

An audience of three watches a pianist with a broken arm
Attempt to play the keys but all resounds is some rusty Brahms,
In condition such he's drunk to much and he sings and plays right out of his arse,
And while the crowd permits to laugh there's one in there and she's thinking fast.

Bon nuit, mon cherie, we'll see eachother in the morning, won't we,
The orchestra's second act, this ain't no coup d'etat!

And as she is the foreign bard a cow walks past with a broken arm,
For all his knowledge of improvised scales he can't quite match her new born qualms,
But like the diminishing of a third, a change like this is bereft of curse,
Yet to profess of noise and sound, these don't quite equate the love I've found.


Bon nuit, mon cherie, we'll see eachother in the morning, won't we,
The orchestra's second act, this ain't no coup d'etat!

"On The Defence Now"

Let's just start by getting this straight.
We only buy the best, yeah, the freest of the meat
We only go to burger joints on children's birthdays,
We only buy the best, yeah, you should see what we pay.
Don't you know it's come from a happy home,
Can't you imagine it smiling as you're licking it's bones?

We only roast a carcass on Sunday Lunch,
We'd be happy with just gravy but we're a a traditional bunch,
And we always gut carefully and we never eat liver,
And when we slip in processed pork yeah it's only a slither,
And don't you know it's come from a happy home,
Can't you imagine it smiling as you're licking it's bones?

This is what we're made for, put your hands to your teeth,
The canines are a-hungry, let's turn this cow t'beef,
While chomping and chewing on our secondary energy,
A million pigs in custody are machine lined and ready,
Well don't you know we always buy from a happy home?
Can't you imagine a dead dog on your fireplace throne?

Duos Entre Les Nuages
If you'll be kind, I'd like to buy back what's mine,
I've a fistful of bills to give, will you forgive, forgive
My old self, drunk, decrepit by oil and wealth,
My sixty years have passed, didn't they run fast, didn't they run fast?
So you call this place hell? Yes I know it all to well,
See I used to run this house, my position pronounced, pronounced
With authoritative fear, their liberation ruthlessly clear,
I spoke right into God's own ear, said "To think of life before democracy here!"

'Don't think you've escaped my gaze,
I've had eyes on you since the missiles were misplaced,
In sixty evil years, do you think I'd let such talent go to miss?
You and I were meant for this.'

What once was mine, you bought for a very good price,
A seamless sacrifice, Divine, Divine
Electoral faith, yes I stole that truthless game,
And I stole it twice, and I stole it twice.
In security's name, I have casually slain and killed,
So Lucifer please, my soul if you will.

(This also, is unfinished)
Sitting behind you I was inclined to
Take a peek
At the French narrative you were reading and
Try and muster some words to speak.

Formalities aside I missed my train ride
To Chennai,
Perhaps it was because, I think the reason was,
I was wishful something might arise.

But fourteen hours senior to our meeting I believe we were
On a bus,
Some ramshackled old truck, where I gladly observed
What that humour of yours had done.

You seem to use your eyes to inherently see life in
It's newest form. True:
We may all be cynics,
But I'd ask you Amaya, is there some beauty which didn't see you?

There's a few more, but in my opinion, this including the last one in certain respects, they're not up to scratch, regardless, Enjoy.

Lots of love,
Declan xxxx

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