Psyched Up
Psyched up for what might be the end of a tie that should have
Been cut and taken just for what it was a ravishing test
Not much to hope for in the further run integrity’s last
Long laugh spits me in the face I gasp
What it’s done for you is a mystery
What I’ve done to myself could not be schemed
By the worst of men in their most evil hour
Should have never turned another time and asked you how to get back home
Deep nights tuning into darker debt the promise of praise
Alright heard before and rhymes alike the stench of those days
What’s left to air and to reveal before the moloch will scoff
This light is that you have turned it off
What it’s done for you is a mystery
What I’ve done to myself could not be schemed
By the worst of men in their most evil hour
Should have never turned another time and asked you how to get back home
What this has done for you is a mystery
What I’ve done to myself could not be schemed
By the worst of men in their most evil hour
Should have never turned another time and asked you how to get back home
Bennie Lost The Tail
Bennie lost the tail that had followed him down
Oh ever since the grail in some attic got found
He said “I gave up on where I will be comin’ from long ago
Cuz the nights on this windowsill they make me feel at home”
But then he
Stuck that baggage back in his chest
Feelin’ he might bore us at best
‘Ware that we were stuck in a time
Either way ahead or behind
Of our prime
When he tossed the mail ‘bout them prospects overboard
Some body came to yell “shame on you, says the lord”
He would sigh “you clearly made your choice between freedom, wealth and youth
But be mild in preaching to these boys for we all pick pairs in truth”
But then he
Stuck that baggage back in his chest
Feelin’ he might bore us at best
‘Ware that we were stuck in a time
Either way ahead or behind
Of our prime
“Is there any way to know if its this day or eighty-nine?”
She queried once the show and it’s leather lay behind
“Let me try to put it this way babe, there are those who idolize
What they find to be their golden age until a new one dies”
But then he
Stuck that baggage back in his chest
Feelin’ he might bore us at best
‘Ware that we were stuck in a time
Either way ahead or behind
Of our prime
“Many join the side of publicizing reprimand
‘Why isn’t our ride as profound and significant?’
While providing substance of their own is hardly now a hand they lend
No the tribe to me is yet unknown that’s why I do comb this land”
But then he
Stuck that baggage back in his chest
Feelin’ he might bore us at best
‘Ware that we were stuck in a time
Either way ahead or behind
Of our prime
Music Season
Starting November, the band, a.k.a. Bjoern will spend a couple of months in the Los Angeles region, scoping out studios, stores, neighborhoods and essentially feeling the vibe of setting up a settlement there.
What’s A-Goin’ Under Your Bridge
What’s A-Goin’ Under Your Bridge
What’s a-goin’ under your skin soldier that you play
Can’t you see your allies all feel betrayed
Takin’ heed of other judgement might well be your friend
“In that case you must face death“ said the man
And I wondered off in doubt and disbelief
To where on the daybed Jules could offer seat
For me to recuperate from all his shots
And catch him claim quite lame that I forgot to laugh
What’s a-goin’ into your blood parlance that you lack
Keep your tongue from that pun you’re bout to crack
Could a sort o’ jester like you ever grant defeat
“I just tease be appeased” came his deceit
Alas don’t you dare to ever heckle me
Would I carve along with Karl into his tree
To see further friends and comrades by his gate
To halt detect respect and loathe the fate of schnapps
What’s a-goin’ over your head in times like a-these
Are you hurt being hushed or might you bleed
Beaten by the gavel each time he bids on the art
“Whence it springs one not sings” would she impart
And still I must hope she’s cheerful in her skin
Because in the midst to Elle he bragged more sin
The kind where all patient thoughtfulness must end
Again she’d stay delay abide depend and age
What’s a-goin’ under your bridge pickup cover screw
All back on and discern I’m like a-you
Staring at a little window backlit by the itch
“Of obsess you goddess” termed I the bitch
Oh yes and by the way the rest of what you told
Ornate has decayed like Andy and is old
We all should commit to one thing at one time
But man your plan began to make like rhymes on black
Great news, our Facebook page now has a direct username. It’s “majidian”, obviously. Thank you John!
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