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Thursday, August 23, 2012

Star of the Silver Screen

OK I'm just a victim
Ashamed of being a pro
On the subconscious level
or whadeva
Just please Geman nazi torture me
Some more
Why not name me lettuce
 And make me your slave
Just call me silly
And pretend you're a nave
Why not leave me
B4 I leave you
Just attck me
Just walk in and shoot me
Dead
Dead
Oh god yes please abuse me
Cause there's nothin I can do
Nothing at all
That I can say to you
Cause you're the doctor
Who cannot save me
YOu're a fucking bloody
Fool

Thursday, August 16, 2012

The Dishwasher

Psychoanalysis
Finacial analysis
Cutthroat
Paparazzi
Starving faces
GNT
Kip
Tele
The dream machine
Steralization
Psychiatric nation
Murderers
Marching through my brain
Lost Humour
Chokers
Smokers
Priests
Rape and Plunder
Hard Work
Anhedonia
Words
Psalm 69.


Wednesday, August 1, 2012

School

Chewing  gum
And Biscuits
Sausage rolls
Teachers Whiskers
Sandwiches and bleachers
All our funny features
Sneakers
And Blazers
Shaving our legs
With razors
Making and shaking
Dating
And Lating
It's all about
Faking
Completely God forsaking
Radio on the ceiling
Riding around four wheeling
Scraping our knees
And healing
Going home for mealing
Mirrors on the ceiling
Porn mags for homework
Clockwork for breakfast
Doing the math test
Sitting in the park
With our friends
Our best friends. 






Uhuh.

Con and Cathy are
my invisible friends
I made them up in my head
They come over
And visit me
And I like them
Even if I live despite them
They've got curly hair too
Those are the most
disobedient people
They sit there
and smoke pot
And watch TV
And run around the
House with the cats
Cathy went to wonderland
And there she found a funny man
And that is Con
She's thinks he's fun
Except when they argue
About nothing
But then other times they get along
Doing the cat dancing routine
And seeing if they can
Keep the house clean
Other people say that
They're not real
But they're not really mean
So what I have seen
Was just a dream

Love

Where can a find a telescope
To give to my mind so I can cope
I know I'll sell one little ribbon
From my hair
And I'll buy it at the fair
Where can I get a jumper thing
To heal myself
So I can act and sing
I suppose that I could sell my saphire ring
And then to my heart
My love will bring
This, this thing
Where can I find an
Artery thing
That's gone missing
in a bad dream
I suppose that I could light
A match
And my prayers
My Lord will catch.

Dear Doctor

So the sun's rising
And it's a blue sky
So what should I do today
I might go out and play
I might go to a forest
And munch on my Vegemite sandwich
I might swim in a river
I might skinny dip
I might go fly a kite
I might hang glide
I might scale a cliff
I might set a sailing boat adrift
I might skim a rock
I might catch a fish
I might light a fire with flint
And cook the thing
I might eat it with some Vegemite
I might lay on the grass
I might scoot down a path
I might worship
The Green Momma
I might pan some gold
I might buy some chocolate
I might buy some milk
I might have a drink
I might sit on a rock and think
I might watch some animals
I might ride a horse
I might go out to sea
then I might go home to sleep
To have sweet dreams. 

My bf's.

Could you disturb me a little tiny bit
And give me some tears
So I can wash away my fears
Could you love me a little bit please
A kind word here
A word for me
Could you come back to me please
As I'm bored to death
And no doubt the house is a mess
As I stay in bed to rest
So sick and tired
Of this doctors test
It'd really be better
If you'd come back to bed
I miss you after all
Even if you played with  my rep
It wasn't that bad after all
I'm sorry
My life is such a wreck
I wish this doctor would
Go to hell
I think they will
If they're
Not more careful
They're just makin'
Me feel awful
What's they're problem
Oh so anal
Stick up their
Bloomin' renal
Anyway that's not the issue
lets throw apples at their heads
Lets carve out stones
And heal our bones
Lets us build
Our castle home
And buy some hounds
To set on them
Why should they murder me when
They're not my mother or Father
They're not my friends
Who is this cunt
That does this thing
God kill them
Before I do a sin
Freaking me out
With your god damn
Trip
Canst even sew
Canst even knit
Oh come back lover
Come to me
Bring
Some honey
For my sweets
For love is the child of liberty



Butterfly

The loony tunes
My melting room
My lampshade
Glowing like a worm
My stunning wife
With her cooking knife
Smoking a joint
To stop any strife
The park at dawn
That girl
Blowing on her horn
The afternoon
Butterfly
Coming out of it's
Cocoon
Whilst the music
Goes boom boom
I'm lying in
A green and pink room
I'm going to the dance floor
Soon, soon. 


Wednesday

We're in parliament
It's all very well
What you say
But me I'm going to
win the day
I'm going to be a politician
I'm going to stand up
And make some decisions
I'm going to give those
Classes a schism
And then I'm
Ordering the doctors
To fix 'em
When that doesn't work
I'm going to administrate
A bomb to
Another country
And while the wars on
I'm going to lunch
Because 3am
Is a very early brunch
I'm actually going to arrange to
Shoot some cunt
I'm going to give
The poor people
Some want
And as the people sit there shocked
Feeling sad
But getting blocked
The key it turns inside the lock
I think they've got a right to fuck.


Sundays Child

June is good
But April is better
Mary and Scott
Write love letters
Sandy and Tom
Go to the beach
But the lollypops
Are out of reach
Wednesday and Fridays
Are for essays
And Monday and Tuesdays
Are for Wednesdays
Thursdays are for
Our Parents to come
For them to read us
All about Tom Thumb
Saturdays are for croquet
And Sundays child
Has her hair in a bun.

Gargoils

I'm off to see a stand up comedian
To get the cure
For my melancholia
I'm eating an apple a day
For my cholia
I'm sucking on licorice
For my teeth
I'm climbing up a hill
So steep
My prayers
have gone
A bit to deep
A little woman
Who used to weep
Who sits at home
All alone
Got to give
The dog a bone
Alone I broke
My wishing bone
About my heart and brain
Tied to the tracks of the trains
Oh I daresay
We snake around
In such a lowly way.

Apple Pie

It's the best day
Patriots day
We rule the world
And we're on fire
We're millionares
And we've got sky scrapers
We've got nukes
And spooks
Ford, the fortune 500
And Ronald Mcdonald
We've got Maddy's tunes
Everyone's got their own room (maybe)
We're all very well to do
Our meals are gigantic
We've got outposts in the Atlantic
This melting pot
It's fantastic
Our measures are quite drastic
We know all about plastic
The economy is elastic
We've got oil drills
On the moon
It's thanksgiving soon
Where the mentally ill son forgets to come
And the Mum fries turkey in vegetable oil
The Dad watches football on TV
Whilst the daughter gets into her get up
In the end the whole family gets fed up
So we have apple pie
Until next year, it's goodbye.

A day in the country

Wouldn't smarties be nice
Wouldn't hundreds and thousands be good
For our birthdays
For our birthdays
Let's go a' visiting, a' visiting, a' visiting
I've been to the wishing well
Here are some flowers we have to sell
I know that time you can tell
Wouldn't it good to go a' hunting, a'hunting
Waving our bunting
The choo choo train is shunting
We're on a steam roller
To the country
To eat pastries
With the Mary's
We're going to hear stories
The children are riding ponies
There's going to be a show
The ladies are tied up all in bows
The maids are busy cooking at the stove
Later on we'll rove
And afterwards, cocktails.