Archive for November, 2005

If you tolerate this then your children will be next…

Thursday, November 3rd, 2005

The future teaches you to be alone the present to be afraid and cold
’so if i can shoot rabbits then i can shoot fascists’
Bullets for your brain today but we’ll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper turns me into a gutless wonder
Gravity keeps my head down or is it maybe shame
At being so young and being so vain
Holes in your head today but i’m a pacifist
I’ve walked la ramblas but not with real intent
‘and on the streets tonight - an old man plays
With newspaper cuttings of his glory days’

And if you tolerate this then your children will be next

Mad Season…

Thursday, November 3rd, 2005

I feel stupid - but I know it won’t last for long
I’ve been guessing - I coulda been guessin’ wrong
You don’t know me now
I kinda thought that you should somehow
Does that whole mad season got ya down

I feel stupid but it’s something that comes and goes
I’ve been changin’ - think it’s funny how now one knows
We don’t talk about - the little things that we do without
When that whole mad season comes around

So why ya gotta stand there
Looking like the answer now
It seems to me - you’d come around
I need you now
Do you think you can cope
You figured me out - I’m lost and I’m hopeless
Bleeding and broken - though I’ve never spoken
I come undone - in this mad season

I feel stupid - but I think I been catchin’ on
I feel ugly - but I know I still turn you on
You seem colder now, torn apart, angry, turned around
Will that whole mad season knock you down

So are you gonna stand there
Are you gonna help me out
we need to be together now - I need you now
Do you think you can cope
You figured me out - I’m lost and I’m hopeless
I’m Bleeding and broken - though I’ve never spoken
I come undone - in this mad season

Now I’m cryin’ - isn’t that what you want
I’m tryin’ to live my life on my own
But I won’t
At times - I do believe I am strong
So someone tell me why, why, why
Do I, I, I feel stupid
And I came undone
And I came undone

I need you now
Do you think you can cope
You figured me out - I’m lost and I’m hopeless
Bleeding and broken - though I’ve never spoken

I need you now
Do you think you can cope
You figured me out - I’m a child and I’m hopeless
Bleeding and broken - though I’ve never spoken
I come undone - in this mad season

In this mad season
There’s been a mad season
Been a mad season

Anonymous said…

Thursday, November 3rd, 2005

"There are three principles in a man’s being and life, the principle of thought, the principle of speech, and the principle of action. The origin of all conflict between me and my fellow-men is that I do not say what I mean and I don’t do what I say."