Saturday, 22 October 2011

Words without melody....yet

Here's a couple of poems i wrote that i plan to turn into tunes at some point. what ever passes the time really 
;)

Bar fly

Nose bloodied, loaded up with moneys
Take a trip to paradise

Wasn’t sure, my guts are on the floor
Coming back for another slice

Knock back, another double jack
Pretend it don’t affect me

Say cheers, hold back the tears
As the jukebox reminds me

(Chorus)
Took another’s word over my woman
She took another mans word over mine
I drank another drink when I knew I shouldn’t
Now im holding up the bar until they call time

Four more, hold open the door
Can you see where my phone fell?

Dark eyes, took me by surprise
Drove her off with my awful smell

Outside, nursing my pride
Wondered where it all went wrong

Take a drag, from the doorman’s fag
Keep this up and ill die alone

(Chorus)
Took another’s word over my woman
She took another mans word over mine
I drank another drink when I knew I shouldn’t
Now im holding up he bar until time

Underfed, its gone straight to my head
Tripped over a fag machine

Change tack, after falling flat on my back
Take my legs from under me

Picked up and dusted off,
Keep saying ill be alright

Im told, for the third time I’m told
Keep this up and ill end up in a fight

(Chorus)
Took another’s word over my woman
She took another mans word over mine
I drank another drink when I knew I shouldn’t
Now im holding up he bar until time

Drink on high, drink the bar dry
Spending money I don’t have

Can I borrow a score for a few drinks more
And a fiver for the cab

I drink till I cant think
I can’t bare to be alone

How can you say it will end this way?
I can’t bare to be alone…

(Chorus)
Took another’s word over my woman
She took another mans word over mine
I drank another drink when I knew I shouldn’t
What do I do now they’ve called time…


Written about a bad night out caused by a fight with a lover or the lack of one...


....a lover not a fight..



Just a ride

A dark cut man flew across the pond
To a smoky stage in London
Preached about a darker world
To any one who’d listen.

Within a billowing cloud of cigarette smoke
They listened to every word he spoke
From the people in the street,
To the hight of hipocracy,

He paced up and down Venting his bile
The timid  in the audience got scared after a while
The rest stared transfixed like a car crash in the street
By the end theres a new congregation worshipping at his feet
.
He laid down the law in a dark hard voice
You just listened, You didn’t have a choice
He pulled you in you didn’t need proof
You just knew every word was the fucking truth

(chorus)
It’s just a ride
It’s just a ride
All the torment
The bloodshed
The dishonesty and pride

All the political talks
All the new kids on the blocks
Hiding all the other bolocks
Its just a ride

There’s thrills and chills and bright lighting
It’s colourful and very loud
And it all seems very frightening
He said unto the crowd

Never be frightened or scared of it
Put your fears to one side
Just enjoy yourself and remember
It’s all just a ride

(chorus)
It’s just a ride
It’s just a ride
All the torment
The bloodshed
The dishonesty and pride

Put your fear to one side
Just enjoy yourself as I remind
You that this is all just a ride

Take a long drag of beef and potatoes
You imagine im working and ill take my wage
Out  the emergency exit a small child goes
While in the cop car’s light the  underpass is a stage

You call the cops ill pull up G13
While we wait we’ll watch IRS bust
As Ringo’s on the ceiling playing a yellow tamberine
Watch for low flying buic scuds

(chorus)
It’s just a ride
It’s just a ride
All the torment
The bloodshed
The dishonesty and pride

All those people in desperation
Lost years ago theyre aspiration
Desperately hiding from the revelation
That it’s all just a ride

All that’s left today
Is an empty stage
Still resonating
From the power of his rage
So light up a cigarette
In tribute lest we forget
And remember the words he said from the start
Play from your fucking heart

(chorus)

It’s just a ride
It’s just a ride
All the torment
The bloodshed
The dishonesty and pride

Forget those who’ve preached to you
High and mighties who look down on you
‘Cus I’ve got something to tell you
It’s all just a ride

Written as a Tribute to the great Bill Hicks

Hope that was informative..

Drink up

'Chunks

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