Canvas Beauty

Here stands the canvas beauty at her door
Calling beneath the blockade floor
See him turn bedeviled and blacked
For the canvas beauty had locked him back
Away from the king of hearts so pure
In with temptations alluring pour
Away from her his compass mass
The everglade the bonny lass

The actress love that he mistook
A siren for his aging look
The actress love that he mistook
A siren love for his aging look

Her stands Dorian at her need

In Hedonisms shaft like look
He wears the id the painter mistook
And with her flame he'll burn its flesh
Burn the freeze transcend the mesh

Riders wings you give me back
The siren for his aging look
The actress love that he mistook
The siren love for his aging look

Here stands Dorian at her need

The Light Pours Out of Me

Time flies
Time crawls
Like an insect
Up and down the walls


The light pours out of me
The light pours out of me


The conspiracy
Of silence ought
To revolutionize
My thought


The light pours out of me
The light pours out of me


The cold light of day
Pours out of me
Leaving me black
And so healthy


The light pours out of me
The light pours out of me


It jerks out of me
Like blood
In this still life
Heart beats up love


The light pours out of me
The light pours out of me

Should the World Fail to Fall Apart

Should the world fail to fall apart
And lock off in a remote sky
Ideas can matter too much

Can't hear for lack of sleep
Breathing in the smoking ruins
The rockets in the shadows whispering
Singing in the underground
Love and the never men
Can't hear for lack of sleep

Looking for the past
Try to slip the script
Gun the lowest plane
Hidden all eyes know
Try to slip the script
Gun the lowest plane
Hidden all eyes know

There's some use in treating courage
As a remote friend
Learning what it is to lie
Stop crash fall
On a leper mass of swelling glass
Cleaning up the swamps
You are the heart of hearts
Wonder dig and try
Tear it up and learn to bless the readers eye

Confessions

I could use your gullibility
Distort the painful truth
Present a fear and laugh at you
Leave you lost unsure removed
The must I feel to put it right
Put an end to naive faith
In slick successes avenue
The vacuum of save face

Direct words can turn lost minds
Towards some monster seed
Lyrics sung from pretty looks
Can on the reader feed
Be strong to check and recognise
The pretty face is all
But being used to sell you songs
That never say it all

The incident meets the senses
The illusions in a mask
The sun of a summer afternoon
Docility rocks the mask
Broken loose from moorings
In a flash the swell had passed
Towards the beach with unabated speed
Confessions of a mask

Blue Heart

How rich is your surface
How much do you care
Does your blue heart turn away
How deep is that stare
Time hints that it's on your side
Don't think it's there
What's past could be a teaser line
Between mind and air

Was it a lie
Was it the truth
Does your blue heart turn away
As you hit the roof

I never seem to get the drift
When I hear some crowd talk
It isn't only their chat-chat-chatter
Or the one line track of thought
Isolation lies like dread
Outcast fears
In which they are so so locked
Reduced to tears

Reduced to

Was it a lie
Was it the truth
Does blue heart turn away
As you hit the roof

Interviewed your dreams
Walked on thin air
No time to wonder now
As I break through their stare
Would they understand
If I were to show
That their answers burned to ground
So I turned to go

So I turned to

Was it a lie
Was it the truth
Does your blue heart turn away
As you hit the roof

The Answer is Clear

Teach him to be happy
Teach him some control
Teach him what his friends are

With your sunken eyes
And your pretty looks
Underneath a see through disguise
You are desperate for a good hook
Desperate for a good hook
You try so hard
To see what you want
The answer is clear

Should you see your face
In the mirror dear
Is that the movement of fear?
You are kicking out at them
Judging all the time
As you criticise the bull
You do it just as fine
You are the source of what
You'd call weird pop
Well that's all you've seen
That's all you've got

Teach him to be happy
Teach him some control
Teach him what his friends are
This is the movement of fear ha

Final Solution

The girls won't touch me
Cos I've got a misdirection
Living at night isn't helping my complexion
The signs all saying it's a social infection
A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection

Mamma threw me out till I get some pants that fit
She just won't approve of my strange kind of wit
I get so excited, always gotta lose
Man that send me off
Let them take the cure

Don't need a cure
Need a final solution

Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction
Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction
Seems I'm a victim of natural selection
Meet me on the other side, another direction

Don't need a cure
Need a final solution

Tale of the Tongue

The time is coming ripe
We are running fast
I see you coming closer
Closer to the mask
Come closer treat me softly
Where can the dreamer be?
How far we've come to know
How much we've come to see
And when I ask you softly
Oh what the real men saw
As I hit the roof again
Oh what the dreamer saw

The street still screams

The street still screams of garbage thoughts
The stain of anxious guys
Still we glimpse the faintest note
Of some battered somnambulant men
Of the desire to know the whys

The street still screams

Fixed notions fashion them
Their rules police the street
No chance of Latin way
Hold down to crude belief
Lassoed in the charges' web
Locked inside the nation's pride
To boast the red of freedom's move
They take the purple side
I'm told from day to day
Gaol slip from behind
We are the guards of our mistakes
Off and running blind
So the dreamer speaks in time drunk wine
Take the coming day
If I seem to lag behind
Whisper me the way

The street still screams

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