Too Much Information
Say hello to the mother of all confessions. Take your seats now the curtain starts to rise. Jimmy got shot by his pregnant wife for bringing such shame into their life. She cut him short with a dirty old rusty knife. This is too much information. You′re telling me things I don’t want to know. Too much information. You′re murdering the magic on your monster show – no. Here she comes hanging out her dirty washing. She won’t miss a chance to present the latest stain. Molly got mauled by a guinea pig. Now she’s got a cheap misshapen wig. Didn′t stop her making eighteen aberrant kids. Jerry made a move to replace his legs with caterpillar tracks and a cylinder head. Now he sleeping sound with a crankshaft in his bed.
Riding the drones of a low low hum. Cutting the phone as the lights start fading. This is no more than a prison cell. She′s in here and she’s not well. Heart and soul all leaked from a broken shell. Counting the stacks of unopened mail. Biting the floor as the room starts spinning. She couldn′t take this anymore. Drunk her fears into the bathroom floor. Heart and soul escaped from an open door. She wakes up, she calls in sick with a hangover. She hangs up and bites her lip with a moment of doubt. The silence surrounds this liberated girl. The greatest ever feeling in the world. Taking the time for an acid test. Recording the moment of realisation. Maybe it’s time for a big new space. This could work in a different place. Heart and soul returns to her pretty face.
Head in My Hands
Oh no, what have you done? I wrote you a list, with the things you should resist. My head′s in the wall now you’ve gone, you′ve gone and done them all. You’re crawling on a dirty floor. Vacuuming the dust, like you really really must. My head’s in my hands, now you′ve gone. You′ve gone and wrecked my plans. What happened to you this time? Who rifled the soul from this friend of mine? I’m writing you out of the book. Here comes the last paragraph so take a setimental look. My head′s in my hands, now you’ve gone. Now you′ve gone What happened to you this time? Who rifled the soul from this friend of mine? What happened to you this time? Who rifled the soul from this friend of mine? You know I’ll do everything I can but my head′s in my hands.
Condemnation, such an ugly thing. Never here when he’s with you. But when he watches as you’re closing the door, the fingers on the trigger, I don’t know what he’s going to do. Imagination, such a deadly thing. The mind can wander out of view. And when he thinks about the shrinking room, the fingers on the trigger, I don’t know what he’s going to do. Empty spaces, silent cavities. An empty chair still faces you. He closed the book before you got to the end. You’re looking in the mirror and you don’t know what you’re going to do. Imagination, such a deadly thing. The mind can wander out of view. And when he thinks about the shrinking room, the fingers on the trigger, I don’t know what he’s going to do.
Asleep at the Wheel
You′re on a road to revocation. You’re on a fast autonomous automobile. And now you can′t change your destination. Because you can’t see the signs asleep at the wheel. An everlasting rollercoaster. It’s got a big red button in the front of the car. With some instructions on a giant poster. Because you can′t see the signs asleep at the wheel. You can′t see the signs asleep at the wheel.
I see the flowers try and lift the room, but the overwhelming gloom tells me I should sit down and deliver nothing. Look at these old pictures on the wall, happy days them all and the bottle was that last nail in the coffin. It’s a rainy day and everyone’s in black. But once the wake is over, we’ll be back, armed with spades and sacks, burying our tracks, digging up the past. Yeah – we’re piecing you back together. Yeah yeah – we’re taking out the carbonite. With these new parts, you’ll last forever and ever. Yeah yeah we’re bringing you back to life. People talk about the words you said. And the letters that I read. And words are the things that last forever. And of course the pictures on the wall, they don’t convey it at all. That natural smile – yeah whatever!
There′s no easy way for me to say this today. This is going to hurt you more than it hurts me. This is going to start to seem like you’re taking one for the team. Taking the hit for the sake of dopamine. It′s just another barricade to cannonball out the way. Just a little cloud on a blue sky sunny day. Smashing our hands on to the beat of the drum. Throwing our bones to the Kingdom Come. This is going to hurt you more than it hurts me. Sometimes this game is all about the pain. Turn it off, turn it on, try again. There’s no easy way so take it day by day. Turn it off, turn it on, try again. Must have been a metal bar cos now I’m only seeing stars. Taking the hit for the sake of dopamine.
Shut Up and Live
Say hello to the rest of your life. Trials, tribulations surround your pocket knife. You′re cutting away at ever single day. Waving goodbye to the rest of your life. Now you’ve no God to obey, who will you blame for the weather today? You′ll find someone else, maybe someone in the bible belt. When did your head run astray? I have a little neighbourly suggestion; Shut up and live, you’ve so much to give. So give a little thought to the victims of the real atrocities. I have a simple answer to the question; Shut up and live, you’ve so much to give. Give a little thought to the mothers of the young deceased. How much is too much of the same? I′ve seen much too much of this unavailing blame. You′ve so much to give so shut up now and live. Let’s close the box and call it a day.
Wake Up Sheepyhead
This lot′s bewitched. Staring at the wall, what can they see? It’s just a wall, to me. A fascinated flock. Simple shapes and blocks open their mouths. Following the fool that nobody stops. You want to shake it up? You want to leave your shadow standing? You want to disconnect this satellite? You need to wake them up. You need to get those chains a clanking. You need to send a wake up call tonight. Yeah yeah yeah. The sycophantic crew stick together like glue. But what can you do, in a room without a view?. At the back of the queue, nobody sees your face or the things that you can do.
Vermillion red. She woke up in his bed and tried to make sense of it all. And as she dressed she turned a deaf ear to the silence that echoed off the wall. It wasn′t much to write home about, but now she’s turning the page. With a knife in her heart she laughs all the way to the bank. Every day she stops and lifts her professional rank. She wants it, she taunts it. She′ll stop at nothing to get it. She’ll paint a cross upon your head in vermillion red. This red balloon can’t float forever and one day it came crashing out the sky. With nothing left and pieces of her everywhere. The news reaches millions of eyes. Now there′s so much to write home about but she′s still turning the page. With an ace in the hole she cries all the way to the bank. There’s a long long list with so many people to thank.
This is the End
This is the end. I hope you had fun. And that my elementary ways didn′t complicate your day. My heart just yearns to stay but my mouth has the final say so this is the end. This is the time to empty your mind of the things you could have said, to prevent the tears we shed. I’m not leaving you behind. Oh no I′ll take you in my mind. But this is the end. Don’t get me wrong Can’t you see you were the best thing that happened to me. You know the song. Just remember the line that says I′ll see you again some day. You left your mark in an etching and locked it into a frame. Hung on the wall of my conscience. How can I ever forget your name?