Tuesday 21 February 2012

Sleep

Grey sky, Hallow eyes, Broken mind, Piercing cries
As I lay down to sleep tonight I think
I don't care, I really don't mind
I couldn't care less if I live or die

I'd love to die in my sleep but I can't sleep tonight

Saturday 18 February 2012

Good Bye and Good Luck







I'm just a lonely lost little phony boy, easily intimidated
Always petrified, terrified, terrorized.....can't look you in the eye
What would he say if he could see me now?
Stand up for yourself boy don't be a coward!
Well you made me this way, you wore me down
I kicked out, I was beaten back to the ground
I was broken hearted from the day I started
Good riddance to you, my dearly departed.

It Was Always You















 






It was always you, It will always be you.


Wednesday 15 February 2012

Thinking, thinking, thinking..........torture.....


What happened to you?.........You used to be so buoyant, you used to be fearless
Now your all dismal, despairing, despondent and cheerless
Narcotics have a peculiar way of bringing a man down
Alas, I've been left with this permanent frown

I muse on what my erstwhile friends are up to
Reminiscing, remembering, me and you........
I refrain from that now, so what remains???
My ruptured heart all scarred and stained


I'm no raconteur, I just spit this shite so I can clear my mind
I'm no troubadour, but someday perhaps, I'll don my hat and be gone, just like that.


Sunday 12 February 2012

Mrs. H

Remember that night we first met?
I was lost and lonely
You drew me in, kept me warm
You had eyes for me only
Everybody warned me to stay away
You convinced me we'd be ok
You stole my heart, took my pain away
Please stay, please stay.................

You took my hand, you guided me
We set sail for paradise
Leaving all that I knew behind
A trail of destruction and a pack of lies
Floating on that open sea
Just the two of us, the stuff of dreams
You kept me warm and held me tight
On those dark and lonely nights

The tide was high, fun for a while
We were riding the crest of a wave
It was peaceful out there on that ebb and flow
I really thought I had it made
But then the tide started to turn
My stomach began to churn
I wanted out and I let you know
But you just hold on tighter, you won't let go

Now I'm fighting to get back to shore
But you beg me to stay for more
"Ok I'll stay. Just one more night
All is dark now, I can't see the light
You sailed me off to paradise
Our love affair was oh so nice
Now that we can't get any higher
You've brought me to you're lake of fire

This boat is going down
But you don't worry, you're still safe
You sit back and watch me drown
In you're black and fiery lake......................


Bye

You helped me through it, you helped me survive
Without you, I wouldn't be alive
I'd be a long time dead, hangin' from a rope
But you made it bearable, you gave me hope

What once saved me is slowly killing me
Now you bring nothing but pain and misery
My lover and my best friend
This relationship needs to end

I'm so scared to let you go
You are all I've ever known
You were good to me for a long, long time
Now its time to say goodbye

Of course I'll miss you, you are so warm
My heart is cold, it can't weather the storm

Saturday 11 February 2012

Remember?



Down and out in Paris and London.......Remember?

Now its all frowns and pouts in Dundalk and Dublin
Still pretending....Who am I?  to pretend.
Finding yourself when you're lost. Sounds simple.
Not so. Its fucking bloody difficult.
I am DYING to live.
Am I trying? Is it enough. My mind still brings me always back to you.
And its always delightful, forever the good times.
Before it went stale, sour, dour.......Remember????????????
Narcotics, histrionics, never philanthropic
Certainly not photogenic!
Some might say carcinogenic.
Ask Yasmine, I bet she remembers.
Ask my mother, she remembers.
You could ask my father but he is not the best talker.
Down and out in Paris and London......I remember.
Yeah. It was lonely, unholy and very fucking phony
Pure and utter debauchery...
Killing time, killing the senses.
Thats what I remember.
The Good stuff.

Thursday 9 February 2012

The Devils Tattoo




Frightened, alone
Black and fucking blue
Marked and Scarred
From the devils tattoo
The needle stings
A nice little sting
Its familiar
Its comforting
Ahh.. heaven
This is paradise
Lets see how ya feel
In twelve hours time
Stomach in Knots
Crying for more
Shaking uncontrollably
Writhing on the floor
You'll never win
This will be the death of you
You'll never beat
The devils Tattoo