“I’m bored’ is a useless thing to say. I mean, you live in a great, big, vast world that you’ve seen none percent of. Even the inside of your own mind is endless; it goes on forever, inwardly, do you understand? The fact that you’re alive is amazing, so you don’t get to say ‘I’m bored.” - Louis C.K.
I was a lot more comfortable being vulnerable and open
When I was younger it wasn’t clear if I was or wasn’t joking
But so much is broken, just like fuck it, the fix is in
If i can’t hide in plain sight anymore I’ll just stay hidden
It’s been a minute since I left this domicile
No need to change my outfit, I rock it like it’s going out of style
It’s not in style? Ain’t no one here to tell me otherwise
It’s more difficult to stay inside during the summertime
But most of the time it’s just like any other time
Avoid personal interaction and human touch, shut the blinds
It’s been a while since I left this bachelor pad
I need to go to the market soon cause the food is going bad
The food is bad, I found it’s difficult to just cook for one
With healthy recipes, well, depending on what book they’re from
If you want to eat healthy you gotta dirty some dishes
The frozen dinners quickly ready to serve and it’s so delicious
It’s not delicious, it’s disgusting, but it satiates the hunger with a quickness
And hey, at least it’s something, at least it’s something
At most it’s nothing, fuck’s wrong with you? I don’t know, I’m just adjusting
When I was younger it wasn’t clear if I was or wasn’t joking
But so much is broken, just like fuck it, the fix is in
If i can’t hide in plain sight anymore I’ll just stay hidden
It’s been a minute since I left this domicile
No need to change my outfit, I rock it like it’s going out of style
It’s not in style? Ain’t no one here to tell me otherwise
It’s more difficult to stay inside during the summertime
But most of the time it’s just like any other time
Avoid personal interaction and human touch, shut the blinds
It’s been a while since I left this bachelor pad
I need to go to the market soon cause the food is going bad
The food is bad, I found it’s difficult to just cook for one
With healthy recipes, well, depending on what book they’re from
If you want to eat healthy you gotta dirty some dishes
The frozen dinners quickly ready to serve and it’s so delicious
It’s not delicious, it’s disgusting, but it satiates the hunger with a quickness
And hey, at least it’s something, at least it’s something
At most it’s nothing, fuck’s wrong with you? I don’t know, I’m just adjusting
A man on a mission to avoid the subject
Trust me, I used to be a doctor, before they fired me for sexual harassment. A half-arsed celebration. No strobe lighting at all. I need you to rob a bank for me. Ask me any questions at all and the whole thing is off. Lightning is due to strike twice at this one place. Meteors shower down...Get between them!! Is it me or are more and more people caring less and less? Navy fluff in the canyon. You know what the difference is between me and you?...our D.N.A.
...And when I came back everything had changed. People no longer wished each other a pleasant evening. I hope to dream of her tonight. Pull the sun from the sky and put it in a bottle. Your eyes lied to your brain when they told it what they saw. Tell me something I don't already know...I mean that in the least offensive and sarcastic way imaginable. If one day the second hand ticked backwards. Gross miscalculations. See me in my office. We lust for only what we tell ourselves we can not have.
Bring me my axe that is not short of blunt. Bring me my rifle that fires nothing but blanks. Yeah the names didn't hurt me but every bone in my body is broken no thanks to sticks and stones. And what's more important? This room is so silent that I can hear my heart beating in my chest. An abnormal poly-rhythm. If one thing's for sure, I'm going to be tired tomorrow. I'm so tired of being tired. Tired of thinking that I must look tired. I remember when you didn't want me to leave. I must have swam a thousand oceans, must have plunged a thousand depths. A bargaining chip that ain't worth shit. I take pride in every single one of my failures.
I'm fluent in your body language but don't ask me to translate.
The rain clings onto the smell. I want to see the style beneath your clothes. The colour scheme of your body. The beauty beyond your fashion. The shape of you without accessories. So many sights that I should have seen by now. I'm riding on Jesus' back through the Darwin museum. Making craters with my little toe. I shelter the world from rain with my palm. Somebody write a different ending, I've seen all of this before. The orphans are pissed and they're taking what they're owed. I tore the disclaimer up in his face then headed for the double door exit. We choose to do these stunts without a harness.
Wherever she is, this rain must be ruining her hair. The dying art of appreciation. Pour something in this glass and let's discuss how lucky we are to be aware of the fact that this is our one chance to be alive on this planet. I must hold some things sacred. Stop writing music about how much you like music.
Be at this exact spot in two years time. You have my word. I will be here.
...And when I came back everything had changed. People no longer wished each other a pleasant evening. I hope to dream of her tonight. Pull the sun from the sky and put it in a bottle. Your eyes lied to your brain when they told it what they saw. Tell me something I don't already know...I mean that in the least offensive and sarcastic way imaginable. If one day the second hand ticked backwards. Gross miscalculations. See me in my office. We lust for only what we tell ourselves we can not have.
Bring me my axe that is not short of blunt. Bring me my rifle that fires nothing but blanks. Yeah the names didn't hurt me but every bone in my body is broken no thanks to sticks and stones. And what's more important? This room is so silent that I can hear my heart beating in my chest. An abnormal poly-rhythm. If one thing's for sure, I'm going to be tired tomorrow. I'm so tired of being tired. Tired of thinking that I must look tired. I remember when you didn't want me to leave. I must have swam a thousand oceans, must have plunged a thousand depths. A bargaining chip that ain't worth shit. I take pride in every single one of my failures.
I'm fluent in your body language but don't ask me to translate.
The rain clings onto the smell. I want to see the style beneath your clothes. The colour scheme of your body. The beauty beyond your fashion. The shape of you without accessories. So many sights that I should have seen by now. I'm riding on Jesus' back through the Darwin museum. Making craters with my little toe. I shelter the world from rain with my palm. Somebody write a different ending, I've seen all of this before. The orphans are pissed and they're taking what they're owed. I tore the disclaimer up in his face then headed for the double door exit. We choose to do these stunts without a harness.
Wherever she is, this rain must be ruining her hair. The dying art of appreciation. Pour something in this glass and let's discuss how lucky we are to be aware of the fact that this is our one chance to be alive on this planet. I must hold some things sacred. Stop writing music about how much you like music.
Be at this exact spot in two years time. You have my word. I will be here.
Well my soul checked out missing as I sat listening
To the hours and minutes tickin' away
Yeah, just sittin' around waitin' for my life to begin
While it was all just slippin' away.
Now a life of leisure and a pirate's treasure
Don't make much for tragedy
But it's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin
And can't stand the company
Every fool's got a reason to feelin' sorry for himself
And turn his heart to stone
Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell
And I feel like I'm comin' home
To the hours and minutes tickin' away
Yeah, just sittin' around waitin' for my life to begin
While it was all just slippin' away.
Now a life of leisure and a pirate's treasure
Don't make much for tragedy
But it's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin
And can't stand the company
Every fool's got a reason to feelin' sorry for himself
And turn his heart to stone
Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell
And I feel like I'm comin' home
- Thou shalt not steal if there is a direct victim.
- Thou shalt not worship Pop Idols or follow Lostprophets.
- Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, Johnny Hartman, Desmond Dekker, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix or Syd Barrett in vain.
- Thou shalt not think any male over the age of 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a paedophile. Some people are just nice.
- Thou shalt not read NME.
- Thou shalt not stop liking a band just because they've become popular.
- Thou shalt not question Stephen Fry.
- Thou shalt not judge a book by its cover.
- Thou shalt not judge Lethal Weapon by Danny Glover.
- Thou shalt not buy Coca-Cola products.
- Thou shalt not buy Nestlé products.
- Thou shalt not go into the woods with your boyfriend's best friend, take drugs and cheat on him.
- Thou shalt not fall in love so easily.
- Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls' pants. Use it to get into their heads.
- Thou shalt not watch Hollyoaks.
- Thou shalt not attend an open mic and leave as soon as you've done your shitty little poem or song you self-righteous prick.
- Thou shalt not return to the same club or bar week in, week out just 'cause you once saw a girl there that you fancied that you're never gonna fucking talk to.
- Thou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals no matter how great they are or were.
- Thou shalt give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-English speaking countries as to those that occur in English speaking countries.
- Thou shalt remember that guns, bitches and bling were never part of the four elements and never will be.
- Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music.
- Thou shalt not pimp my ride.
- Thou shalt not scream if you wanna go faster.
- Thou shalt not move to the sound of the wickedness.
- Thou shalt not make some noise for Detroit.
- When I say "Hey" thou shalt not say "Ho".
- When I say "Hip" thou shalt not say "Hop".
- When I say, he say, she say, we say, make some noise - kill me.
- Thou shalt not quote me happy.
- Thou shalt not shake it like a Polaroid picture.
- Thou shalt not wish your girlfriend was a freak like me.
- Thou shalt spell the word "Pheonix" P-H-E-O-N-I-X, not P-H-O-E-N-I-X, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you.
- Thou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Brad at a club last night by saying "Izzit".
- Thou shalt think for yourselves.
I find myself questioning why I like the things I like. What do I get out of them? How does it make me feel and why do I like feeling that way? Do other people feel the same way as I do when they do the things that they like? Am I depriving myself from enjoying these things as much as I possibly can? Or am I feeling as much enjoyment as is possible but am simply unsatisfied? I have no scale on which to measure my potential level of enjoyment and ultimately, happiness. I'm only as happy as I decide I am. I am confined to the limits of what I believe happiness is. Does being aware of the fact I am happy take away from the feeling? The realisation. Or do you not really know you are happy until you take a step back and realise it? These questions are no doubt irrelevant to those who are happy without trying to be. Those who have settled down in a town called ignorance and vow never to migrate. Why would they ever leave?
Answers on a postcard please...
I speak in many tongues to many men;
Argue with angels and I always win,
But I don't know the first thing about love.
I prophesy and know all mysteries;
All hidden things are opened up to me
But I don't know the first thing about love
I have the keys to open any door;
I give all of my possessions to the poor,
But I don't know the first thing about love
And moving mountains ain't nothing to me;
I've faith enough to cast them to the sea,
But I don't know the first thing about love
But all other things shall fade away;
While love stands alone and still holds sway
All other things shall fade away;
Into the ground into the grey.
I give my body up unto the flames;
And never once have I denied your name
But I don't know the first thing about love.
Argue with angels and I always win,
But I don't know the first thing about love.
I prophesy and know all mysteries;
All hidden things are opened up to me
But I don't know the first thing about love
I have the keys to open any door;
I give all of my possessions to the poor,
But I don't know the first thing about love
And moving mountains ain't nothing to me;
I've faith enough to cast them to the sea,
But I don't know the first thing about love
But all other things shall fade away;
While love stands alone and still holds sway
All other things shall fade away;
Into the ground into the grey.
I give my body up unto the flames;
And never once have I denied your name
But I don't know the first thing about love.
Yes I know who you remind me of
A girl I think I used to know
Yes I'd see her when the day got colder
On those days when it felt like snow
You know I even think that she stared like you
She used to just stand there and stare
And roll her eyes right up to heaven
And make like I just wasn't there
And she used to fall down a lot
That girl was always falling
Again and again
And I used to sometimes try to catch her
But I never even caught her name
A girl I think I used to know
Yes I'd see her when the day got colder
On those days when it felt like snow
You know I even think that she stared like you
She used to just stand there and stare
And roll her eyes right up to heaven
And make like I just wasn't there
And she used to fall down a lot
That girl was always falling
Again and again
And I used to sometimes try to catch her
But I never even caught her name
New Year's Eve was as boring as heaven, I watched flies fuck on channel 11,
There was no one to kiss, there was nothing to drink,
Except some old rotten milk someone left in the sink,
And there's no ring on the phone anymore,
There's no reason to call I passed out on the floor,
Smoked myself stupid and drank my insides raisin dry.
There was no one to kiss, there was nothing to drink,
Except some old rotten milk someone left in the sink,
And there's no ring on the phone anymore,
There's no reason to call I passed out on the floor,
Smoked myself stupid and drank my insides raisin dry.
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