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Blood / Fears
Converts Blood to Tears
It turned blood to tears
Strip away all your fears
We’ll finish at the start
You can borrow my heart
It pumps no blood
Hear my beat thud
I can’t deny
I cannot cry
The Holy Ghost
Ate the Sunday roast
Cooked in dripping
Her wife’s stripping
A moment of clarity
Girl will you marry me
I’ve got no money
But I’m sweet like honey
sweet
Drop the beat
Kerouac
She pointed out all my flaws
Then started singing the Doors
Something about a fire
Then I stopped
I forgot
I’m discombobulated
And under-compensated
Underestimated
Never rated for verse
No rehearse
Spoken word
Drew the herd
Never a nerd
Can’t shot the bird
Culture of ineptitude
Behind the fortress solitude
Tripping on Gin
I fell into a trap
Scum-sucking
Leeches
Washed up on beaches
Took my toll
On rock and roll
Blush Chuck Berry
I am very
Beat
You’re heartless
What pumps your blood?
Can’t hear the thud
I’ll lend you mine
All I got is rhyme
Lost my job
My ability
Silly me
I should have asked God
To switch me off
The ringing
Let’s me know it’s real
No deal to be made
Too disabled
Organised by lot
You’re broken
She left me
When she heard the news
So I sing the blues
No guitar
I can’t drive car
Push my arse in wheelchair
Icare don’t care
Not part of solution
I fell into a trap
White men shouldn’t rap
Or jump
Feel my heart beat
Vibrate the street
Can I have a sip?
And can I come
On Nigella’s tits
While playing
Right Said Fred’s
Greatest hits
Say she is too sexy
For a shirt
She is so sexy it hurt
Worse than
Your curse
Dylan hiding
In verse
Improvise
To rehearse
I fell into a trap
You Don’t Hurt Like I Do
You don’t hurt like I do
Hurt like who knew
Pain
Cut them off at the pass
I like boobs she’s got arse
For days
Irritate
I’m irritating
Debride
Confide
The wisest
West Coast
She’s most
Fabulous
Makes me forget
The debt
The aching throb
My heart did rob
And lost the beat
The pearl
Did rub with heat
The gut twinge
Loves on fringe
She don’t know
Don’t care
I’m hurting
Nursing
Dress rehearsing
The agony
Feels like torture
Bought one
Don’t know joy
I’m just your toy
My life was all about sweating to live. Cooking making building serving were the norm until I met Lady Penelope who had a body, pphhh, and whose mother Hyacinth Bouquet brought me back unto the fold with a life of education refinement and elegance as I fucked and squired her around. I was big and strong yet she had chiselled into a man of study, a man that was more than just his dick and his wit. And then, fuck it, you know
And yes, the West Coast of the South Island of NZ has the highest suicide rate in the entire country. Must be something to do with the rain
Nine-Yard Stare
Painkiller .22
The painkiller
Did not work
She danced
Did twerk
With her bum
It looked like fun
For me
Definitely
The thriller in Manilla
chocolate not vanilla
The fire’s burning
The dumb kids learning
Once was right now wrong
It’s true this song
I am an exile
Online profile
Dig up buried treasure
She’s as light as a feather
Welterweight did mount
Standing ten count
Drop on the seventh
Feels like heaven
You seem anal retentive
Let your hair down
Let it shape your face
Underarm a can of mace
She worships the devil
In her own way
The painkiller
Is a mask
My only task
To please you
Smile for me
Easily
To be
I took the insult
IT consult
The computer’s broke
I said you spoke
Words
And verbs
To kill the pain
My muscle gain
Will make me cool
I’ll play the fool
The idiot
Dostoevsky
Too many words
I shot the bird
I’m still guilty
Modern Timez
The Look That She Gave HIm
I have remastered this one, I still like the words and the music. Once again have doubled up tracks and removed or lowered some of the music. If you have a listen I will be your best friend
The Coming Of Age
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