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New Future Freak

 

Hot shot what not high fly desire
Style star bizarre you are
Hot shot what not high fly desire different
Style star bizarre you are new future

(FAWN) Sticky strange
(SPAWN) Chop change
(FAWN) Sticky strange FREAK CHIC
(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene
(SPAWN) Chop change evergreen
(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene FREAK CHIC FREAK

Hot shot what not high fly desire different
Style star bizarre you are new future
Hot shot what not high fly desire different excellent
Style star bizarre you are new future fantasy

(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene
(SPAWN) Chop change evergreen
(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene FREAK CHIC FREAK
(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene fine
(SPAWN) Chop change evergreen divine
(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene fine FREAK CHIC FREAK SLEEK

Hot shot what not high fly desire different excellent
Style star bizarre you are new future fantasy
Hot shot what not high fly desire different excellent accident
Style star bizarre you are new future fantasy fashion

(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene fine
(SPAWN) Chop change evergreen divine
(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene fine FREAK CHIC FREAK SLEEK

(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene fine trick
(SPAWN) Chop change evergreen divine demonic
(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene fine trick FREAK CHIC FREAK SLEEK FREAK

(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene fine trick
(SPAWN) Chop change evergreen divine demonic
(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene fine trick FREAK CHIC FREAK SLEEK FREAK

(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene fine trick overdone
(SPAWN) Chop change evergreen divine demonic fun
(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene fine trick overdone FREAK CHIC FREAK SLEEK FREAK CLIQUE

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Love Live Long

 

OUR LOVE LIVE LONG
May my flower grow, for the world I desire
TURN RIGHT FROM WRONG
May my power flow, for the dream I inspire
OUR STEP STAY STRONG
May my devil fall, for the good I achieve
ONE SOUL IN SONG
May my angel call, for the blood I believe

WE TAKE THE LEAD, to serve and share
WE SOW THE SEED, of fortune fair
WE YEARN IN YOUTH, for wisdom old
WE TRUST THE TRUTH, with hearts of gold
WE SEE REFLECTION, of God in Man
MAKE EACH CONNECTION, in our Masterplan
WE WRESTLE REASON, from fantasy
In FAITH OF FREE FATE STILL TO BE

OUR LOVE LIVE LONG
May my flower grow, for the world I desire
TURN RIGHT FROM WRONG
May my power flow, for the dream I inspire
OUR STEP STAY STRONG
May my devil fall, for the good I achieve
ONE SOUL IN SONG
May my angel call, for the blood I believe

WE WRITE THE WORD, of sacred law
WE TAME THE BIRD, of wicked war
WE FLY BEYOND, the atmosphere
WE BREAK THE BOND, of fatal fear
WE MOTHER NATURE, and father time
FOLLOW THE FUTURE, with success sublime
WE SUFFER TREASON, but still pull through
In HOPE OF GREAT DEEDS YET TO DO

OUR LOVE LIVE LONG
Never ending, Heaven sending, changing chances, dangerous dances, glaring glances every day
TURN RIGHT FROM WRONG
Happiness in Universal Consciousness will bless each measure of the treasure that’s to pay
OUR STEP STAY STRONG
Half enlightened, slightly frightened by deceiving doubt, the shackled shout about their wanton way
ONE SOUL IN SONG
From frustration comes creation of a nation for the proud and pretty people who now say
OUR LOVE LIVE
Say
OUR LOVE LIVE
Say
OUR LOVE LIVE

LONG.

The Real Deal

 

As here and now
Appear somehow
Come to inspire, via desire
The entire universe, this beautiful curse
A rehearsal of body and soul, our vanity stroll
Rolling along through the song and dance of chance sanity
A wrong turn yearning mix of fixation, frustration
This celebration of creation

The instruments compare
With each clinical click
The flowers we pluck
TO SUCK THE MUCK
The monuments declare
With each critical brick
The powers we steal
TO FEEL THE REAL DEAL

A spark in the dark did mark this vacumn of gloomy style
A virile smile while futile rank and file thank God for the odd blessing
Digressing from omniscience, proud ignorance loud sings
Of things we dream, redeeming love and life above the strife, a world
Held far beyond of star-struck wonder, clever made to ever fade
A masquerade played out about the cheating defeating beat of doubt
The shout of lost connection, the grim cost of of dim reflection
The flimsy recollection of a sure rapport much more than whimsical affection

The platitudes achieve
With each mystical quip
The shambles we hide
TO RIDE THE TIDE
The multitudes believe
With each magical tip
The gambles we seal
TO FEEL THE REAL
DEAL

The instruments compare
With each clinical click
The flowers we pluck
TO SUCK THE MUCK
The monuments declare
With each critical brick
The powers we steal
TO FEEL THE REAL
The platitudes achieve
With each mystical quip
The shambles we hide
TO RIDE THE TIDE
The multitudes believe
With each magical tip
The gambles we seal
TO FEEL THE REAL
DEAL

Ego War

Kinky karma
Kinky karma am
Kinky karma am I, (I), I, (I),
One as all
One as all are
One as all are we free, (FREE), free, (FREE),

Still love will fill rhyme
Still lust will spill slime
Still life will kill time, kill time, kill time, kill time for,

Kinky Karma am
Kinky Karma am I
Kinky Karma am I who, (I WHO), I who, (I WHO),
One as all are
One as all are we
One as all are we free to, (FREE TO), free to, (FREE TO),

Still love will fill rhyme
Still lust will spill slime
Still life will kill time (EGO WAR), kill time (EGO WAR), kill time (EGO WAR), kill time for,

EGO WAR.

Kinky Karma am I
Kinky Karma am I who
Kinky Karma am I who do, (I WHO DO), I who do, (I WHO DO),
One as all are we
One as all are we free
One as all are we free to be, (FREE TO BE), free to be, (FREE TO BE),

Still love will fill rhyme (EGO WAR)
Still lust will spill slime (EGO WAR)
Still life will kill time (EGO WAR), kill time (EGO WAR), kill time (EGO WAR), kill time for,
Still love will fill rhyme (EGO WAR)
Still lust will spill slime (EGO WAR)
Still life will kill time (EGO WAR), kill time (EGO WAR), kill time (EGO WAR), kill time for,

EGO WAR.

 

 

The Revenge Of The Innocent

 

At first the worst did fall, amid riddle that burst all vitality, stall the hidden forbidden wonder beyond the wall of rude crude intruding reality. Yet upset regret yearned, burned, turned fear to clear idea, here, now, somehow to come from humble diligence, the omnipresence of those brave, grave, chosen saviours,,,,

Shall we dare to care, play fair, smell the spell of Hell, stay well aware, or spill a pop-a-pill thrill to kill our will, stop proper skill still fine to teach each sign, reach the line of shining spirit, fit the bitter fight to ignite the right despite?

The revenge of the innocent, a most excellent boast! A toast to the government deciding, deriding the ultimate trip, the delicate grip of blunt power devouring its tail, the stunted hate-of-the-State failing to steal the proud crowd, appealing aloud to justice remiss, hailing the healing kiss of “Live To Forgive”, the hunted hour of its fatal flower,,,,

Through seductive memes, instructive dreams and destructive schemes you who led the tread of dreaded Dionysian dance hewed dead chance, survived to thrive, driving silent evolution to striving violent revolution, a magic tragic war, the Law a whore no more.

The Devil spoke, awoke the next level of desire, an extra fire to inspire, to start the heartfelt meltdown, drown the empire entire, the broken crown a jagged antique streak, a haggard staggering mouldy old slag. Evil believed achieved the cross of dross, the loss of faith to atheistic histrionics, drastic tonics tossed back-to-the-rap of wacky tacky crap.

While in the street I cheat deceit, begin my kinky beat by the neat neighbourhoods, defeat the “Goods”, the “Shoulds”, the “Woulds If Coulds”, deny the lie, fly high past dry persuasion, fast evasion slyly cast to own the zone, the jealous moan of blame, the smile of shame, the game of style, the zealous trial of precious paradise, the sacrifice of God to an odd archetypal form, the normal ripe rich hype of reason’s trickery, the quick slick wicked kick-of-the-stick,,,,

And so the masquerade must show its trust lost, the dust of frosty word, the musty serenade half heard below the laughing bird of love, ever above the clever shove of quaint restraint, the dainty dazzle of frazzled control held over our roving World Soul,,,,

Like Oedipus one pleads the curse, shocks the universe to strike the wretched drama undone, mocks the star-stretched, scar-sketched Karma thus far run, bleeds the deeds of naked man, the sacred plan with us begun, the dithering, slithering fantasia of crazy what not got gone, the consequential, accidental mess of essential success.

New Future Fantasy – Too Tight

 

Am I who must gladly do
Struggle through new nuances of sorrow
For tomorrow climb
On borrowed time and karmic crime
Quick to go from slick to slow
Lose the flow of potent inspiration
On frustration cold can I keep hold
With every big bold bite
A proud pathetic plight
To suffer love in spite
Of squeezing me too tight, tight, tight

Am I what I’ve barely got
A little lot of nothing
To string along and sing my song
Get it wrong before once more I’m sure again
Only when such power fills my flower
Will the hour fall that answers all
Conscience call beyond the wall of strain
My proud pathetic pain
I suffer love in vain
To make my meaning plain

To chase the fleeting face of changing chance
The dancing glance of strange desire
Walk the wire
Feed the fire
Bleed each seed away
Embrace the race of dire destiny
Plead the creed each desperate day
Wait for fate long gone astray
Shine divine to colour grey
Live to give in passion’s play
Hey-ya!

Am I where I care to be
Free to feel the real reveal much mystery
A crazy key of sneaky freaky fantasy
There to share with those that dare
This fun affair of understood confusion
Should illusion turn amusement mad
With every big bad bite
A proud pathetic plight
To suffer love in spite
Of squeezing me too tight
With every big bad bite
A proud pathetic plight
To suffer love in spite
Of squeezing me too tight, tight, tight

My Divided Self

 

I am occupying a small private room in a medieval tavern. This windowless space forms a perfect cube, within which stands a heavy square wooden table, mounted lectern like on a thick box shaped support, both of which are perfectly aligned and centred to the sides of the chamber. Two low stools are placed on the floor, each by an opposite edge of the board, upon one of which I grimly sit, my forearms, laying on the desk, supporting my heavily slumping torso, my fists clenched and my features anxious.
I stare fixedly straight ahead at the single doorless entrance, placed precisely in the middle of the side facing me. The dark apartment is lit by a couple of high braziers, mounted halfway along each of the flanking walls. Their flickering flames cause a dramatic chiaroscuro, in which rich golds and warm rusty hues fantastically weave and mingle with the oak shades of the furnishings, and the inexorable opaques of nothingness.
I patiently await my guest. Who he is, when he will appear, where he comes from, what this encounter means, and how this meeting has been made to pass, I know not. Yet I’m certain that I must stay, until my fateful friend arrives and takes his seat across from me.
Suddenly the scene changes. I am walking through a maze of dim, narrow, low ceilinged corridors. I’m lost, yet compelled to go on, to reach the end, the conclusion of this confusion, as there appears to be no way back. I know not how I got here, where this is, why I’m here, and when I started stumbling through this bizarre labyrinth. Every attempt to return, to what I know not, takes me through frustrating circles or to dull dead ends. As I move forward, as much as anything is progression in this crazy place, the passageways get gradually thinner and lower, and I struggle more and more to restrain my simmering feelings of terrifying claustrophobia.
Then, almost at the moment of complete psychosis, I reach an exit, which leads into an open room. In the sombre shadows of this refreshing, liberating space I see a table, at which a man sits facing me, patiently waiting. As we look at each other, we instantly recognise that I am the one he’s been expecting, and that this is the place for which I’ve been searching, my escape, my release. As I take my seat opposite it seems that now I am both my own guest, and my own host.
And then the setting changes, to a large, chandeliered ballroom, with its many wide, tall, ornate windows letting in a bright, clear daylight. In this cool, echoey hall I am having a sword fight with another man. I’m dressed as adashing swashbuckler, with my half opened, baggy, white lace ruffle frill shirt gathered into my trimly belted, tight black trousers. These are tucked into my stylish, knee high black riding boots, while my long, straight, shiny jet hair is slickly tied back into a ponytail.
As we combat with verve and panache, I all at once notice that my assailant is a perfect doppelganger of myself, as well as being dressed exactly the same as me. Immediately upon this revelation he doubles, so now I’m fencing with two identical fellows, both indistinguishable from myself, forcing me to increase my efforts to hold them at bay. Again, upon this realisation the pair duplicate, so now I must struggle even more rapidly to parry four familiar ruffians.
This magically matrixed metamorphosis repeats twice more, until I am manically contending with sixteen attackers. Completely overwhelmed by these odds I desperately retire while they form a semi-circle around me, slowly edging in for the kill, as I frantically twist and turn in a last ditch effort to defend myself. Then, as they are almost close enough to strike, I deftly deliver a slick stroke to the right leading hand of the scoundrel at the left end of the arc. This disables his grip, while simultaneously causing his riposte to glance awry, and instead strike, in a similar fashion to my adroit thrust, the right hand of the next man in the row. A chain reaction occurs, as this second aggressor suffers the same fate, his injured hand similarly unwittingly assaulting the next man in the row, and so on down to the end of the line, with the speed and rhythm of a domino topple.
In a short time all my antagonists stand defeated, nursing their wounded paws while their weapons lay useless on the floor, and I flamboyantly raise my rapier on high in victory, boldly announcing “Touche”.

New Future Fantasy – Riddle Love

 

Riddle (RIDDLE), Riddle (RIDDLE), Riddle (RIDDLE), Riddle (RIDDLE),

Time to juggle is not (JUGGLE IS NOT)
Time to juggle sure what (JUGGLE SURE WHAT)
Time to juggle gone got (JUGGLE GONE GOT)
Time to juggle cold hot (JUGGLE COLD HOT)

Time to come
Come naughty numb
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID
Come naughty numb
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID thought hid we riddle (RIDDLE), riddle (RIDDLE),

How you quibble this that (QUIBBLE THIS THAT)
How you quibble where at (QUIBBLE WHERE AT)
How you quibble sharp flat (QUIBBLE SHARP FLAT)
How you quibble dog cat (QUIBBLE DOG CAT)

How you come naughty numb
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID thought hid we riddle (RIDDLE), riddle (RIDDLE),
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID thought hid we riddle (RIDDLE), riddle (RIDDLE),
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID thought hid we riddle (RIDDLE), riddle (RIDDLE), riddle love,

Riddle (RIDDLE), Riddle (RIDDLE),

Us who shuffle will might (SHUFFLE WILL MIGHT)
Us who shuffle sweet spite (SHUFFLE SWEET SPITE)
Us who shuffle left right (SHUFFLE LEFT RIGHT)
Us who shuffle day night (SHUFFLE DAY NIGHT)

Us who come naughty numb CAUGHT MID
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID thought hid we riddle (RIDDLE), riddle (RIDDLE),
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID thought hid we riddle (RIDDLE), riddle (RIDDLE), riddle love,

Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID thought hid we riddle (RIDDLE), riddle (RIDDLE),
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID thought hid we riddle (RIDDLE), riddle (RIDDLE), riddle love,

Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID thought hid we riddle (RIDDLE), riddle (RIDDLE), riddle love,

Indian Constellations

My friends and I were ripe with wanderlust. Flushed with our successful A level results we were full of eager optimism, savouring the first bloom of independent adulthood. We determined to go on a tour of exotic locations, exploring the strange lands of the mystical East. With a keen spirit of earnest camaraderie we were soon on the magic bus, tripping through the weird dream regions of our bizarre itinerary.

After many adventures on our transcendental travellings we all felt the call of home. As we were soon passing an international Japanese airport we decided that we would stop there, leave our cosy coach, and catch a flight straight back to our normal lives. In the meantime I curled up on my cramped seat to get some sleep, as all this excitement had left me exhausted.

But I slept too long, as when I awoke all my companions were gone and my flight home was far behind. It seems that my so-called comrades had thoughtlessly disembarked without waking me. I was hurt and disappointed at their apparent selfishness, and the lack of that fellowship so evident at our journey’s start.

Then I became aware of new passengers who had replaced my old colleagues, fresh explorers on this mystery tour. As they chatted in their familiar cliques I felt somewhat alone, although these fledgling tourists were in no way hostile or alien to me, most of them seeming to be well mannered young Americans.

By now night had fallen and our extraordinary excursion had reached the ancient pagan panoramas of India. I looked out of the windows to see vast black-green plains passing by, seemingly stretching forever in awesome vistas of rich sombre shadow. Then my sight was brilliantly distracted by the sky, which glittered bursting with a prodigious array of the most fantastical stellar constellations. It was as if all the stars had moved that much closer to Earth, and multiplied into celestial formations of dazzling esoteric abundance. Despite the uncomfortable ride in this battered old vehicle on a bumpy dirt road, I was totally captivated at the pure beauty and spectacular wonder of this exquisite vision.

I knew that synchronicity had favoured me by misfortune, leaving me deserted in this secret scene of cosmic consciousness. It appeared that the universal striving for self knowledge had come a giant step closer, and was using my perception and understanding as a means to its realisation. I recognised the yogic wisdom of the way things are and always will be, which now illuminated my very soul. I felt blessed to be observing this most precious picture, and sorry for my fleeting friends who will never witness such an incredible wonder. For me life would never be the same again.

Just So – A musical poetical montage,,,,

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