he's a vinyl refugee,
a purposeful misfit
who feels an odd kinship
with dead rockstars
who wouldn't give him the time of day
if they were alive

So true! Ah but the tubephiles would beg to differ.

He is in a staring contest
with a mirror,
knowing he can neither lose
nor win.

He laments the cold steel grey
of misspent years

He thinks the world is a polluted jury pool.

a polluted jury pool he hides behind excuses
and blames everbody else for his mishaps he
listen 2 timeless melodies of old rock bands
in his empty 1 room apartment he stares
at his 4 walls in a daze

in a daze
fooled by lucidity
downward phase
stumbling with agility

Stumbling with agility
running fast but moving
slow.Fastly moving slow
wit no friends to share
good times wit and
no goal to try and
reach and get.

reach and get...
if only it were so easy
he is afraid of getting old
and not getting old
of heaven
of hell
and cholesterol, and crow's feet
and the vulnerability
love brings

love brings me to my knees
did you say "please?"
always the sucker for politeness,
I pucker.

I pucker and fall sucker,
to Jezebel's kiss.
Intents of deception,
mistaken as bliss.
What's this?
My heavenly lover
was really hell bent,
on dropping me head first,
without a helmet.

without a helmet
crashing to the ground
he bends to pick me up
by his hands i am bound

can someone please help
he's going to be be my death
broken and bruised
with my deep and last breath

with my deep and last breath
i try to coexist
with the
last fallen
rock
star
to exist
all
i
hear and see
is
the
steel sea

steal sea
steal sea
why do you trap me
i wish to break free
from this torrid misery

from this torrid misery
to wonderful mystery
musical
time
spatial essence
undertaking rememberence

undertaking remembrance
convoking the smallest details
trying to elude the path
leading down these trails

leading down these trails
trailing
waxen record
broken
snails
sudden impact
boom bring the hidden track
sampled riff-raff attack
bring that funk back

bring that funk back
the fearfulness i dread
chickenhearted am i
maybe i am better of dead

maybe i am better of dead
a fleeting
thought in
the
head
of
a sleeping
giant
with a dead
rock sta' to boot
grunge is here to stay
toot!

Toot
my own horn
you could never
hurt me that bad

grunge can live on
but not in my heart
i don' want to be that sad

maybe just maybe
if you explain it to me
i can let you back in
and get filthy dirty

and get filthy dirty
sick beats
stretch out
without a pause
broken records
for the cause
of a dream
the real thing
battle lyrics
with a sting
a sting of the rhyme
fashioned and on time
feed back UFO FED and mono~crime
functional destiny
wordsworth necessary
an all the rest is his story

all the rest is his story
but she is the one that tells
running to her opened arms
when all else fails

battle cries on his lips
broken tattered fingertips

she kisses both out of love
hoping he can rise above

hoping he can rise above
masking lyrics sounds
like a dove when doves cry
i wonder why
human error
please do fly
1980s he wonders why?
an era of music with open sky
early 1990s dropping blitz
walking bye searching for records on the sly
remixing skitz
hidden traX
Beatles tips
cold cuttin'
smooth function
no reduction keep that feedback
Don't miss stake beef for luch on
and
off
just a cough watching Tim Roth
Resivooooor Dogs retro blood red
crime sin cloth

crime sin cloth
finds the sloth
hiding
abiding
subsiding
on sin

on sin
where to begin?
refleX! action
just open a tin
cut the finger
don't linger
astroids about
some may feel beat's trigger

linger where you may ask
yes! a strange task
following each an' every blast!
flax seed no cask
reverb!
a sub sonic super sonic metallic blue 'n' silver
to the last ... sudden! and non~economic
colours shades up on it