Passing through a morning shower Song inspired by John Lennon..George Harrison.. Stu Sutcliffe.. Armin narro.... Most of the time... I find myself.. Agree in.. With the measure..that treasures the yarn we weave.. Most of the time..... Time doesnt take a walk.. It just keeps running... just keeps running.. Past my memorys...of what I lack to remember... Thats fine...roll up your window... We passing thru a morning shower.. Lasts throughout the hour..might as well hug it.. It aint going nowhere.. Wont even last.. Past the future .. Thats catching to us... Maybe tomorrow.. We stop running from it.. And catch up... Behind us.. It drags its heels.. To pass us by... So long... Its just a gallery Another song inspired by John Lennon.. Stu Sutcliffe..James dean... George Harrison.. Armin narro... I dont need... To travel past when I have the mirror of the future... Is it just a gallery... Of stars shining ..or am I forsaken... By what I see..is not to be perceived... Is not to be dreamed.. Beyond the waking hours... Curled up in my obsessive..desires... Stand tall... Outside the wall of showers .. I concur... Its weird.. Shallow water Song inspired by George Harrison... In shallow water.. I cant be expected..to breathe.. Better then if I were in deep waters... The belly of the beast.. Is a whale of an insect..dont matter to me...cancel the secret.. I never whispered it your inners.. Seldom be heard a choice ..ringing like a chorus...how epic.. The sounds of silence.. All it takes are a thousand volts..to run her flabbergasting lips.. Oh well.. She does have curvy hips.. God must of been paying attention.. When she was developed... Sweet Melody Conner Song inspired by John Lennon... Here have I come..there do I dare to be... Standing within a stuck trance.. Might as well move myself.. Clear of any void..responsibilities... Sweet melody Conner... She grows on the lads on the corner... We buy her a cup of tea.. And miss her she off till three... Forgive me lass.. but have we met prior...to this engagement... Yes I stare at your female desires... as if you were any less tired.. Then me I wont let them talk me out of the fire... Sally mcbridge is a liar... She cons her self in order to count the grand total Judy Song inspired by Stu Sutcliffe.......I hear you.. Now shut up ... So I can listen to what you Judy didnt say Shifting into 2nd gear Song inspired by James freaking dean..... Shifting into second gear... Im getting the hell out of the most while im here... Dont hold me back..dont panic attack...its just me attracted to you..dont hold me down..my life is not your toy.. I have a better handle on my ploys.. My life is not your stage.. You bomb because you fake.. Shifting into a bigger mistake.. Running over the last regret.. I regret hurting you.. But baby... Yes baby.. Sweet kissing baby.. You were never the one my lips kissed... I just close my eyes so I wont see you when I visualize her... Shifting into overdrive.. Going back to east of Eden... Where I once ruled the skies... Didnt haveto apologize... For being late to my own surprise... Goodbye lies..I have you under my wheels..gunning my engine.. Gunning my gears.. Gunning my turbines.. im out of here...ran out of tears.. Yoyr what I fear.. Yes I concur Song inspired by Stu Sutcliffe.... Yes.. I concur.... With no... I over heard...my self sleeping... Put it on canvas.. Plain as the mirror in my reflection... Too bad you cant see my direction.. Im just not here... F..k it.... Who ate you son if not the hate Song inspired by John Lennon..... Who ate you son... Who ate you.. Was it anger I never was there... You piss me away.. You diss me with your love and peace.. I cant leave a comment.. Cause you make me your shadow.. The world you try to save.. You move mountains to bring water in Africa.. But my comments you dry me up... Refuse to let me speak... Im dead..im just a ghost.. Sure.. But I gave you my expression.. And it angered you.. You told me im not wanted on your page.. Who are you.. Stranger to my rage.. Go to Africa.. Go to mars.. Go to America.. Go to bars.. Paint take pictures.. Hug the son of a Japanese.. Bridge two women.. Mothers of two brats.. Dont mind me.. I just wrote on your wall . To be cut down standing by myself .. Stand by me.. You cant even get that right.. Like the walrus and the runt with the rings on his fingers.. Wow..hall of fame.. You all talk peace and love.. Too bad you all dont know what it means.. I bled to be me.. I died to get here.. I cried my thousand tears.. I shed my wife..let go my prison.. Im free.. Thats me.. Too bad she cant see me..walking away.. She just sees.. When I useto be lost in her cage.. Dying in that new York rage.. No longer words on her page.. Im me.. Free.. you cant see.. Thats ok.. I see... Its all right.. I believe.. I know the walrus ignores me.. He did it before I was what I am . He maybe all over town.. Loved by the world.. Igniting the white house.. at least I have the balls.. To get 200 miles closer to me.. He will always be.. In my shadow.. I sleep.. Genius.. He sleeps mediocre Half of my mind is not here Song inspired by George Harrison... Half of my mind.. Is not here... Treasures buried in space.. Fall down to earth.. Who are you.. Where do you hide yourself.. These are not memories worth the price of remembrance.. Who ate ...you.. who... Made you.. Are you the walrus.. Are you the runt with fingers blazing rings.. Am I really that offensive.. You stroked my hand as I died.. Hugged my crying wife.. Now you dismiss me.. Because you say im not me.. Who the f..k ate you.. And left me crumbs.. You were the walrus.. Now your just an old geezer.. Trying to catch my shadow.. You wont find me in moptop reunions.. Its just you and bongo.. With wings clones... That aint the band from Hamburg.. Thats just the walrus being half the man he useto be yesterday.. Sure.. Tonight show host admires you.. He dress up like a girl. Cause he cant be a man.. To tell you to your face.. What I tell you in my song.. The best you did was fire the drummer.. you once were tge walrus ..now your just a veggie.. I still love you.. I dobt know why.. You dont have the balls.. To live me back.. You just have the nerve to wish I was here.. Well I am here.. And you diss me and my mates.. Your just an old geezer.. Singing with bongo.. that aint no moptop reunion.. Thats just you killing me.. In your memory... Shit... glad you do it now.. Not when I needed you in 1956... You had my back.. it was raunchy.. On that bus ride to destiny.. Too bad that guy died in 1966.. Was it Jane who once said.. He survived the crash .. Just to kull my love.. he survived the crash.. Just to kill me.. Thats ok.. I drove the car that crashed into him.. It was all planned.. To show Sgt pepper took him by surprise.. best thing walrus died as a moptop.. Resign... Blazing rings Song inspired by John Lennon... Ok.. I spoke from my heart.. You cry from your eyes.. We are worlds apart.. Been that way..since 65.. I useto kbow you.. I useto curse you.. We hated the band.. Hated the scum manager... But in the end ee still brothers ....are we.. Moptops... Nooo.. Friends.....noooo... Social media...noooo what are we.. You made me that.. So you can cry.. Whrn I speak my hurt.. You kill me.. So I complain.. You diss me.. Your brain .. Your heart.. I dont need you.. Lets do it your way.. Walrus... Its ok... Im the rain.. Run and hide.. Its ok.. Diss me.. I diss you.. Instant karma.. Who do you think you bloody are.. A superstar ..well oh right you are.. How dare you offend me.. You ask.. How dare you break my glass.. How dare you pretend to be alive you rant.. I am.. Thats why I get under your skin.. Its me.. Im the one who told yoy.. Your hired.. Im the one who told you.. F..k off... Im the quarryman... Your just an old geezer.. Hahahaha We gave you your break Song inspired by John Lennon..if your really sorry.. Send me and my mates a check.. If your really an old geezer.. Just hover 200 miles from our house.. Play your silly love songs.. To fools on a pill.. If your like my son.. Silence me with your silence.. If you have a heart.. Exactly.. If you like to tear me apart.. Im glad I hired you.. So I could watch you quit..or was it faul... Does it really matter... See you and bongo at hall of fame .. Send me love.. Just cut me and my mates a check.. Attach alot of zeros.. Send me your love.. You remember what that is.. Ask bongo.. He posts it.. He emails it.. He instagrams it.. He tweets it.. Too bad he doesnt get past it.. We love him.. Oh.. All you see is Armin... I see him too.. Since 1950... Ssssss. We hired you.. Gave you your break.. You call yourself the walrus Song from Armin narro...you call yourself the walrus .. I knew you back in the day.. When you came upto Johnny and me.. We took you into our quarry... We gave you a reason not to worry.. Eased you into the song.. You even said Stu dont belong.. When he died.. He was reborn.. Became just what I am.. Now that you and bongo are brothers united.. Its only because Johnny and me... Gave you your break.. Your fast track to our heart you break.. Thats ok.. No room in our house.. Ignore us.. If ee had returned the favor back in the day.. You would be a retired school teacher.. On you tbe today.. Telling everyone.. You could of been great.. Nailed it.. Scrambled eggs.. Had it not been for me.. Inside your head.. You would still be faul.. Singing one hit at the kaiserkeller Mrs Chaos Song inspired by Armin Johnny George Stu James dean..... As soon as I wrote my letter to the office worker... As soon as I gave my message to the secretary... She began back tracking to her safe haven...making me wonder where did I find her.. from where did I get her.. Please Mr postman.. Give me a clue.. Send me a memo.. Help me descramble the coded existence.. Of my mystery shopper.. Mystery lover... Behind the shadows money grubber.. Hiding in the attic..shes hiding in the crawl space.. Crawling in the gutter.. Mrs chaos.. Rail cry in the city Song inspired by Stu Sutcliffe... Rail city.. Jr behave yourself... Rail pity.. Mama be mailed her wealth..... She found her nitty gritty... Sewed together like a stocking worn in the winter... Hide your knickers.. hide your daytripper...put away your reason for being a cheap mizer.. Its homicide... You killed your reason to cry.... Number Nine Song inspired by George Harrison... Tell your baby.. Why your leaving on a greyhound... Tell her the reason.. She is no longer what grounds you... Your feet keep you moving... Your passion leaps and bounds... Maybe your a nighty traveler.. Once you admit your on the rebound... Train into the shadows... Circling round in inner circles... Trying to find yourself.. You lose everyone you loved.. Going on a road trip..going on a world ship.. Going to a better place.. Away from the rat race.. Too poor to travel into space.. Unravel your family bonds.. Going away to seek your inner you.. Too bad your leaving all of us behind... Inner you is a cup of cheap brew.. And empty how are you.. Offered by the hotel clerk..who signs you in.. Signs you up.. To heart break hotel.. Number nine..number nine... Number nine.. Number nine Dr Tucker Song inspired by John Lennon..... Dr tucker never gets to sleep.. Hes always banging his wife..his school teacher.. Teenaged baby sister.. Next door chiropractor.... Saving his money Pennies from the shop at the mall... He made selling computer repair skills.. Dr tucker specializes.. In anti virus and file cleaner... Hey.... U.. Dr of the world.. You go to save the whales.. Protest the gay man disease.. Happy to be Mr please.. But yourself you deny.. Your daughter tells her friends your to be denied.. The pleasures of your passions.. Whims of your mind... Cravings to feed what you starve.. You.. Yeah you...you.. Yeah you.. Lord give me a new body Song inspired by George Harrison.... Im pissing away.. Last nights Al..caaaa hall ism... Ssssshhhh... Im draining out from my within.. Ladt nights beet drinking... I cant hold in my intoxication.. Lord someone send me a brand new spleen... Lord someone give me a new gall bladdet... Trade me for this..trade you for that.. Scratching my itch.. Dont even hit the right spot.. Lord someone give me a new pair of eyes... My bloodshot vision is the deaf of me.. Lord someone save me from my own misery..as I piss away last nights Al..caaaa hole ..ism.. Lord.. You made the barley.. Lord you made the beer... Lord you made me a drunk.. Lord you drove me to drink.. Woman is the N WORD of the world Song inspired by John Lennon.... Females.. Put yourself in them.. They take the man out of your balls.. Drain you for the fall.. Train you to leer at their breasts.. And with your eyes you undress.. Them to cure your inner demons.. Hunger never goes away.. Sin never leaves them.. Woman maybe the n word of the world.. But her vagina us the Master of your manhood... Slave to her curves.. Slave to her face.. Slave to her lips.. Slave to her ass.. You can spend a life time sleeping with them.. Never wake up from the shock of losing your stock.. You can spend a lifetime undressing them.. But the paycheck will always be spent.. Before you earn the wages.. Your the slave to their lies about feminism.. Bumping into darkness Song inspired by Armin narro.....im half way out the door... Bumping into the darkness.. Who put that walk there.. Crashing into door.. I turn on yhe hall light.. Look in the mirror.. I stare at the image.. Who ate you son.. Who made you angry.. Who gave you the ill feelings.. You quote ghandi.. You quote Dali.. You tell us how you forgave your daddy.. But you never forgave me.. Sou tell others ..let go of the negative.. But you hold onto me.. With a censor cleaver.. Deep into my words..cut me till I bleed.. Im sorry I hurt you.. Im sorry that I told you the truth.. Im sorry that I felt close to you.. To share my inner groove.. I wad wrong to confide in you son.. I was wrong to be your uncle.. Im sorry for all I shared.. That made you resent me.. I thought your daddy being my brother . Earned me a piece of your heart.. Instead I got the blade if your sword.. Thats ok.. You have a nerve I give you that.. Seldom be told I was wrong but so were you... Lets keep the distance.. Its all that we have left to share.. You gave them what they wanted Song Inspired by James Dean Respecting the nature of the beast.... horrified by the selling out for the corporate Monster for the corporate monster....the creature hasnt left the industry since its inception I like to rip its heart out /...to see just how black its heart is The world is such a twisted place..... The world has me slipping me off the face of the planet oooooooooooooooooooooooooTake me down the journey away from this house of ill repute 0000000000000000000000000000000000000Im too shy to be taken seriuosly folks Im just a rockin radical political atrocity hmmmmm motion toooo meeee darling girl hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm just hold me cloooose to your loving heart loove hnmmmmmmm Im gonna neeeed a little more extra time Im gonna neeeed alot more of that extra time I cant feeeel where I should be heading at this particular moment in time I have that belief buts just an extra in me mind Yeah You Have me there And your the sixth wonder of disbelief The world wanted chaos but you intervened The world wanted distruction but you gave it a dam romance novel Hard to concieve but maybe Im bewildered So much for figuring you out Your just an other being from another disgreeing Im gonna neeeed a little more extra time Im gonna bleeeed for that extra extra time youtu.be/nxAcPOSxpk0
Posted on: Sun, 18 Jan 2015 21:58:49 +0000
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