Don’t believe the lies,
Just believe the truth,
Just tell yourself daddy loves you,
Through the anger and pain,
Through the fear of each day,
Through the excitement on stage,
And the pause and delay,
Though he set himself up,
Though he knocked himself down,
The honesty was there,
And it shone through his sound.
Though he made some mistakes,
Though he was only human,
He’ll seem larger than life,
To those who knew him.
Feel privileged, feel lucky,
His death was a tragedy,
But we’ll remember the music,
And the moments he shook,
His feet across stage and did the moonwalk,
Like a child on sugar, like a dog on a course,
Like a moment of lust, and a feeling of love,
Through the minds so corrupt that they feel only remorse,
Through the hunger and striving just to survive,
For the people who take advantage and watch others die,
For the few who try to make a working class life,
To the heroes who sacrifice their body and time.
The soulless warriors who battle through war,
Though the outcome will result in their families loss,
Sometimes you just need to look at the stars,
And ask yourself are you happy how you are?
Some people sing it, say it or keep it all in,
However you feel just make a sure it’s true,
If you can honestly look up and stand by the side,
If you feel you’re use on earth is to watch people die,
This isn’t a preach just a chance for a second glance,
Start with the person in the mirror, make a change,
Make a difference to those who need you,
They’ll cry for your skin,
I’m gonna ask you some questions,
And I don’t want you to lie,
If you didn’t wake up tomorrow,
Would you be happy the way you lived your life?
Did you ever stop to notice all the people dead from war?
Did you ever stop to notice all the blood we shed before?
Did you ever stop to notice you could heal the world or not…
Did you ever stop to wonder, do you give a damn at all?
Think about things, save your world.
Thursday, 20 October 2011
Wednesday, 18 May 2011
I bought you all the proof in the world and you still denied that fairies exist
Not against religion or anyone that believes in it,
but if you're going to believe, open your mind a bit more, I insist.
It's the 21st Century, where truth is history, eyes gauged by disney, engaged in a fantasy
Hoped entirely, connected for eternity, seems an idea so crazy, but my heads gone hazey
In a flash, there's a belief based on mass, too quick to even grasp, for the weak to encompass
There's some wonderful stories, to open kids eyes in mornings, to warnings, days dawning and ignoring the right of way – there's a morality tale, but it's quenched in bread stale and sell-by ale, have you read Peter Pan? For, he's just a man, spreading joy to land, it's an alternative to what you praise, you read a fable, passed from the days, but you weren't alive then. There's no recordings to prove that what you're adoring is real, you claim it reliable, how is it liable? Why can't I get down on my knees, and support a dream, I'm just dying to seize my very own fairies, I'm just throwing it out, proved til found nout,
I bought you all the proof in the world, right in this very book,
It says they floated around and good deeded and took
away life from the bad and passed it into the right,
that's the thesis right, to inspire and enlight
so why all the laughs, the smiles and grins,
you might as well believe your leader is Gin,
For it's an anagram of a word to cuss,
a word you spent most your lives as a drug
For he is white, why is he white? And he's a man, why's he a man?
I've looked for answers but even my own bible won't help: Peter Pan
If you're gonna represent the world with a symbol,
make sure it's representative of all the people
I'm just offering an alternative, I do insist
I bought you all the proof in the world and you still denied that fairies exist,
God damn, freedom of thought is dissed.
*first draft
but if you're going to believe, open your mind a bit more, I insist.
It's the 21st Century, where truth is history, eyes gauged by disney, engaged in a fantasy
Hoped entirely, connected for eternity, seems an idea so crazy, but my heads gone hazey
In a flash, there's a belief based on mass, too quick to even grasp, for the weak to encompass
There's some wonderful stories, to open kids eyes in mornings, to warnings, days dawning and ignoring the right of way – there's a morality tale, but it's quenched in bread stale and sell-by ale, have you read Peter Pan? For, he's just a man, spreading joy to land, it's an alternative to what you praise, you read a fable, passed from the days, but you weren't alive then. There's no recordings to prove that what you're adoring is real, you claim it reliable, how is it liable? Why can't I get down on my knees, and support a dream, I'm just dying to seize my very own fairies, I'm just throwing it out, proved til found nout,
I bought you all the proof in the world, right in this very book,
It says they floated around and good deeded and took
away life from the bad and passed it into the right,
that's the thesis right, to inspire and enlight
so why all the laughs, the smiles and grins,
you might as well believe your leader is Gin,
For it's an anagram of a word to cuss,
a word you spent most your lives as a drug
For he is white, why is he white? And he's a man, why's he a man?
I've looked for answers but even my own bible won't help: Peter Pan
If you're gonna represent the world with a symbol,
make sure it's representative of all the people
I'm just offering an alternative, I do insist
I bought you all the proof in the world and you still denied that fairies exist,
God damn, freedom of thought is dissed.
*first draft
Thursday, 21 April 2011
Untitled
Rap: wrote while procrastinating, draft (so I don't lose it)
No one is fucked up
if you wear a suit you're out of touch
wear a hoody you're on drugs
like guyliner, you like one up
the casket, it's like the one with the basket
trying get you to grab it, embrace it, take a bite
now realise you're on surveillance day and night
are you paranoid? Do you think they can't see you?
Try and be controversial, what you think they can't hear you?
If I was a threat, they'd hack my whole back story
There's nothing interesting, not even a premium sob story
They can sell to the papers to make 'dead presidents'
Yeah, I've nicked that from a hero, it's nicked from Eminem
He wasn't calling a bluff, or trying to get bush shot
It's not about that one man, it's bout the whole government
He was aggravated like Itch, Sid and Hyro
When you pledge allegiance, you don't sign with a biro
you sign in mentality, for the good of humanity
I won't pretend, I know the ins and outs of how to run an establishment
but every time I switch on the news, someone else is dead
If I'm allowed to live my life like this, then why are people in China being treated like shit?
I understand equality will never surface, cussing is all I can find to describe this
but I've been brainwashed into thinking swearing is wrong
and I've been stripped of my confidence cos the media's in charge
Imagine if you could build your own damn brain,
You could ignore all the pointless ads and the things that give you strain,
Imagine if you had that chance to be someone great,
Think about it honestly, you could, if you adopted someone else's traits.
I feel privileged everyday, walking freely in my own masquerade
There's things I take for granted, things I can have every single day
Take that ambiguous sentence, give more than second thought
Scrap that, go to someone important and make talking a sport
Sometimes the mass can make an alteration, but often they highlight the intimidation
That one loose end in a harmless mass, that one shingle on a beach of sand
If educations taught me anything, there's a probablity in everything
I've heard countless times 'nothing is impossible' well, they're wrong
There's no way I'll ever walk amongst the stars, sounds silly I know, but people gobble it all up.
No one is fucked up
if you wear a suit you're out of touch
wear a hoody you're on drugs
like guyliner, you like one up
the casket, it's like the one with the basket
trying get you to grab it, embrace it, take a bite
now realise you're on surveillance day and night
are you paranoid? Do you think they can't see you?
Try and be controversial, what you think they can't hear you?
If I was a threat, they'd hack my whole back story
There's nothing interesting, not even a premium sob story
They can sell to the papers to make 'dead presidents'
Yeah, I've nicked that from a hero, it's nicked from Eminem
He wasn't calling a bluff, or trying to get bush shot
It's not about that one man, it's bout the whole government
He was aggravated like Itch, Sid and Hyro
When you pledge allegiance, you don't sign with a biro
you sign in mentality, for the good of humanity
I won't pretend, I know the ins and outs of how to run an establishment
but every time I switch on the news, someone else is dead
If I'm allowed to live my life like this, then why are people in China being treated like shit?
I understand equality will never surface, cussing is all I can find to describe this
but I've been brainwashed into thinking swearing is wrong
and I've been stripped of my confidence cos the media's in charge
Imagine if you could build your own damn brain,
You could ignore all the pointless ads and the things that give you strain,
Imagine if you had that chance to be someone great,
Think about it honestly, you could, if you adopted someone else's traits.
I feel privileged everyday, walking freely in my own masquerade
There's things I take for granted, things I can have every single day
Take that ambiguous sentence, give more than second thought
Scrap that, go to someone important and make talking a sport
Sometimes the mass can make an alteration, but often they highlight the intimidation
That one loose end in a harmless mass, that one shingle on a beach of sand
If educations taught me anything, there's a probablity in everything
I've heard countless times 'nothing is impossible' well, they're wrong
There's no way I'll ever walk amongst the stars, sounds silly I know, but people gobble it all up.
Thursday, 17 February 2011
I just exploded...
For 19 years, I lived in a shell
Encompassed by how I felt
redeemed by my lack of self-confidence
There's only so much inner-persistence
If there's aggravation, there's an answer
If there's intimidation, here's a monster
Now the confrontation won't make me lose,
My interpretation of all your youths,
Don't position your hand over my mouth
That motion has been silenced for too long, (enough is enough)
They throw words around, like they must,
Was never the one to scatter the dust
Sat on the outside so patiently,
Loathing the conflict in sincerity,
Let me understand, here's an offspring
Kicked off your land, this'll be inspiring
From first hand, circulate your mood
Change your plan, or they'll intrude
Don't try cover-up with those skull candies
My ears have been open for so long (enough is enough)
I'll explode like a human on incense,
I'll betray all I know as pressured instincts,
I'm malleable as hell, but becoming decay
Once a passing word is now an ashtray
My vocabulary might not be as broad as broad can be,
But I'll exterminate you any day in a spelling bee
I may not have experience or a grade A philosophy
But reassure yourself, you're about to see a rarity
On a counter-active spree, those 19 years I've set free
Undergoing an explosion, a full fisted obligation
Fear locked, avoiding sins, boycotting opinion, dodging obstacles
Time, they say, changes everything, there's no such thing as miracles
Encompassed by how I felt
redeemed by my lack of self-confidence
There's only so much inner-persistence
If there's aggravation, there's an answer
If there's intimidation, here's a monster
Now the confrontation won't make me lose,
My interpretation of all your youths,
Don't position your hand over my mouth
That motion has been silenced for too long, (enough is enough)
They throw words around, like they must,
Was never the one to scatter the dust
Sat on the outside so patiently,
Loathing the conflict in sincerity,
Let me understand, here's an offspring
Kicked off your land, this'll be inspiring
From first hand, circulate your mood
Change your plan, or they'll intrude
Don't try cover-up with those skull candies
My ears have been open for so long (enough is enough)
I'll explode like a human on incense,
I'll betray all I know as pressured instincts,
I'm malleable as hell, but becoming decay
Once a passing word is now an ashtray
My vocabulary might not be as broad as broad can be,
But I'll exterminate you any day in a spelling bee
I may not have experience or a grade A philosophy
But reassure yourself, you're about to see a rarity
On a counter-active spree, those 19 years I've set free
Undergoing an explosion, a full fisted obligation
Fear locked, avoiding sins, boycotting opinion, dodging obstacles
Time, they say, changes everything, there's no such thing as miracles
Friday, 17 December 2010
Life of Constant Static
(word for word what escaped my mind on the train journey home, this was how I vented)
Democratic thinking, does allow an argument
Sidestepping conflict, here is how I’ll vent
I’m sorry for your loss, truly I am
Though it doesn’t really feel you give a damn,
The insurance you’re saving,
you are frantically waving
in my face, while playing
a game stead’ of patiently waiting,
I know you have issues and we can’t all be placid,
But it won’t make a difference to your life of constant static
I’ve discovered your lies, I’ll be spreading them fast,
I’m not vindictive but I’d prefer the last laugh
I’m sorry for your loss, truly I am
Seems you’ve already gained a new man,
I’d call you a whore
But karma will settle the score,
Show you what you adore,
Then break it down some more
I do not wish you to feel any pain,
I do something wonder if you feel any shame
Close to telling you, you would rip my head off
Cos you cannot be wrong, so I’ll just keep my mouth shut
I’m sorry for your loss, truly I am
A few hours less sleep, it’s not like you have a plan
You have nowhere to be
and no one to see,
You take the money for free
Spend on your free treats
Other people have to work, save and scrimp
All you do is display yourself as a pimp
These words, every one is from the heart,
Does it hurt to know you’ll never open me up?
I’ll never let you in, it’s not my lack of trust,
I guess metaphorically speaking enough is enough
Democratic thinking, does allow an argument
Sidestepping conflict, here is how I’ll vent
I’m sorry for your loss, truly I am
Though it doesn’t really feel you give a damn,
The insurance you’re saving,
you are frantically waving
in my face, while playing
a game stead’ of patiently waiting,
I know you have issues and we can’t all be placid,
But it won’t make a difference to your life of constant static
I’ve discovered your lies, I’ll be spreading them fast,
I’m not vindictive but I’d prefer the last laugh
I’m sorry for your loss, truly I am
Seems you’ve already gained a new man,
I’d call you a whore
But karma will settle the score,
Show you what you adore,
Then break it down some more
I do not wish you to feel any pain,
I do something wonder if you feel any shame
Close to telling you, you would rip my head off
Cos you cannot be wrong, so I’ll just keep my mouth shut
I’m sorry for your loss, truly I am
A few hours less sleep, it’s not like you have a plan
You have nowhere to be
and no one to see,
You take the money for free
Spend on your free treats
Other people have to work, save and scrimp
All you do is display yourself as a pimp
These words, every one is from the heart,
Does it hurt to know you’ll never open me up?
I’ll never let you in, it’s not my lack of trust,
I guess metaphorically speaking enough is enough
Thursday, 30 September 2010
Everyone is Beautiful
Drink yourself into a restoration state,
Ignore the politics, for here is the debate
Is the freedom of speech all right?
If it is what is dark and what is light?
Were we given the right to vote to ignore it?
Were we given the right to speak to step down?
Were we given the right to life to accept this?
Were we given the right to choice to back down?
Heavy nights to make us feel an improvement,
Second to none cos we’re failing on judgement,
Are you robot built in this life?
If you are, what is wrong and what is right?
There is truth in nature if we believe it!
There is truth in people if we believe it!
There is truth in needing if we believe it!
There is truth in human kind, I believe this!
There are many more pieces of information
We can identify illnesses within condition,
We could live longer lives and improve our nation,
Or we could see the class generalisation
I’m hoping that humanity will see everyone as beautiful, once in a new moon,
And I’m hoping that the ugly will be erased
Else we’ll all be Gone too soon
DISCLAIMER:(wrote for a comp)
Ignore the politics, for here is the debate
Is the freedom of speech all right?
If it is what is dark and what is light?
Were we given the right to vote to ignore it?
Were we given the right to speak to step down?
Were we given the right to life to accept this?
Were we given the right to choice to back down?
Heavy nights to make us feel an improvement,
Second to none cos we’re failing on judgement,
Are you robot built in this life?
If you are, what is wrong and what is right?
There is truth in nature if we believe it!
There is truth in people if we believe it!
There is truth in needing if we believe it!
There is truth in human kind, I believe this!
There are many more pieces of information
We can identify illnesses within condition,
We could live longer lives and improve our nation,
Or we could see the class generalisation
I’m hoping that humanity will see everyone as beautiful, once in a new moon,
And I’m hoping that the ugly will be erased
Else we’ll all be Gone too soon
DISCLAIMER:(wrote for a comp)
Wednesday, 23 June 2010
A Prism of Lonely Hearts
this line came to me a long time ago and has been saved on my phone drafts ever since til I started to think on it and wrote this in my train journey back from Southampton on monday :)
A crowded place, a limit of space
So many stories, mostly to bore me
Who’s feeling fine?
Who’s killing time?
A prism of lonely hearts - New born, new found and now lost
Hidden under this microphone - of these boys, & these girls & everyone else
Triangle of absent thoughts - is taking, me over, as I sit
looking at my reflection - it’s cloudy, shadows mixed with dirt
In this prism of lonely hearts
Multiple of faces, all skipping graces
Indeed I’m restless, not entirely helpless
Babies are born, soon they’ll be worn
Children are dying, people are lying
Who’s feeling fine?
Who’s killing time?
A prism of lonely hearts - New born, new found and now lost
Hidden under this microphone - of these boys, & these girls & everyone else
Triangle of absent thoughts - is taking, me over, as I sit
looking at my reflection - it’s cloudy, shadows mixed with dirt
In this prism of lonely hearts
As I reminisce my past,
I wish I’d said if asked
Don’t take my photograph,
cos I don’t want to look back and smile
The future is my upper class,
that was mine, but I chose to walk the mile
Who’s feeling fine?
Who’s killing time?
A prism of lonely hearts - New born, new found and now lost
Hidden under this microphone - of these boys, & these girls & everyone else
Triangle of absent thoughts - is taking, me over, as I sit
looking at my reflection - it’s cloudy, shadows mixed with dirt
In this prism of lonely hearts
A crowded place, a limit of space
So many stories, mostly to bore me
Who’s feeling fine?
Who’s killing time?
A prism of lonely hearts - New born, new found and now lost
Hidden under this microphone - of these boys, & these girls & everyone else
Triangle of absent thoughts - is taking, me over, as I sit
looking at my reflection - it’s cloudy, shadows mixed with dirt
In this prism of lonely hearts
Multiple of faces, all skipping graces
Indeed I’m restless, not entirely helpless
Babies are born, soon they’ll be worn
Children are dying, people are lying
Who’s feeling fine?
Who’s killing time?
A prism of lonely hearts - New born, new found and now lost
Hidden under this microphone - of these boys, & these girls & everyone else
Triangle of absent thoughts - is taking, me over, as I sit
looking at my reflection - it’s cloudy, shadows mixed with dirt
In this prism of lonely hearts
As I reminisce my past,
I wish I’d said if asked
Don’t take my photograph,
cos I don’t want to look back and smile
The future is my upper class,
that was mine, but I chose to walk the mile
Who’s feeling fine?
Who’s killing time?
A prism of lonely hearts - New born, new found and now lost
Hidden under this microphone - of these boys, & these girls & everyone else
Triangle of absent thoughts - is taking, me over, as I sit
looking at my reflection - it’s cloudy, shadows mixed with dirt
In this prism of lonely hearts
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