Monday, November 25, 2002

Co-a`-stly Affair

I wasn’t a coastal boy,
I wasn’t a hotel boy,
It wasn’t easy for me,
Just to see and just to leave,
You told me I can’t get there,
It’s not hard and it’s not tough,
Just don’t make me bare,
Oh no, just don’t make me bare.

We need to live our spirits,
Think of the heart, of the soul,
I fly high today, coz I see that minute,
You help me to rock and to roll.

Leave the poor things behind,
Make no differentiations,
We learnt value education,
And that wasn’t any stupid conference.

I am not a coastal boy,
Nor am I a hotel boy,
It wasn’t easy for me,
Just to see and just to leave.
Need not blame you for this,
And everyone knows you are a sweet miss.

Why am I not a coastal boy?
Why am I not a hotel boy?

Friday, November 22, 2002

Rusty Rustler

The lane is lone,
You say am alone,
Ecological mindset make you think,
The past will make you blink,
Think of the memories we always had,
Think of the memories we never will.

Make a punch for this thirsty man,
Make him drink, make him sleep,
Just for the while, and just for the night.

Close your eyes to have a dream,
A palace of glass and mirror outside,
Aroma of tulips with me beside,
Flowing flower in the flower fall,
You the queen and me the king,
And you may always have me sing.

May you stop me at the downfall,
You spend the weekends in the shopping mall.

I am alone,
I am alone,
I am the rustler.

Sunday, November 17, 2002

The Second Coming

Save me when I am there,
Praise me when I am no where,
Bury me when I am gone.

Gone with the wind in the afterdark,
Wait in the midnight sun for the bark.
The afterdark place,
The windy mountain,
Give me solace,
No drill water fountain.
Farm and the bush where am I,
Talk to the creeps lonely sane,
Caught in the wire netted lane.

The holy man with his holy head,
Thought a lot for my daily bread,
He gave me place, gave me solace,
Made me live in his small cottage.
Got a hand to accompany,
Made me feel his own company,
Passing crops for the mans meal,
Switching over to the world’s deal,
It’s all the people’s deal.

Make him own,
Make him own the whole loan,
Wait in the afterdark place,
Due in the midnight sun,
Although I am not undone.

Thursday, November 14, 2002

Curses For Sale

Names everywhere at a very young age,
Was what I needed very late,
All prepared for this new age.
And yeah, I wanted this to happen,
With me, with me, only with me.

Had the treasure, got it measured,
Had the ambition, got the dedication,
Didn’t have no support, but couldn’t import.

Treasure all I had,
For you shall value most,
For the once you have forever lost.

Nobody stops me, no one tried it,
Never return dare they,
Be it words or be they darts,
Cure a wound you can,
Stop the blood you may,
Seal the path you shall,
For these do less than kill.
You can’t, you can’t, and you can’t stop me.

Made to die hard,
Had to try hard,
Wanted it really fast,
Smelt it very young,
No one to get it sung.
Oh yeah, this happened with me, with me, and why only with me.

It is present in my blood you see,
You can find it bloody black in me,
I still find it soaring high, enemy.

Hey you almighty,
Everybody suffers this wrath,
In times of his misery,
And I want this to happen to you buddy.