And sometimes you have a different face
And sometimes you don’t have one
And sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever see your face
While knowing you’ve never had one

I’ve just got a frozen emotion
I just feel..

And this is it.
I’m stuck in an imaginary lifetime
For another night
‘Till I make something of tomorrow.

I’ve just got a frozen emotion
I just feel..

I don’t know what it is that I can’t see
I don’t know what it means to mean to me
When I feel down I play my guitar
And I sing, I dunno in what key

I just know I feel, feel empty
But I don’t know what was lost, lost in me
I just know I feel, feel empty
I’m thinking this maybe isn’t where I should be

But I can’t see
I’m just thinking this maybe isn’t where I should be
No I can’t see
I’m just thinking this maybe isn’t where I should be

I just know I feel..

I just know I feel..

I just know I feel.. sometimes.

The imperfections of a
self-consciously imperfect whole
fade to grey.

Ironic? I want everyone to
see me from a distance,

In my hope that I might
find someone to hold me
up close.

That look - the silent, reserved pity.

Nurses smiling -
Why?

Feeling guilty just for being OK
When he’s there, in that bed. Dead.
Except his chest still moves up and down
If you’d notice that.
Cause he’s jerking and he’s
fighting to get back on his feet.
And his eyes are opening and
shutting as he’s trying to see
the light.

But he’s in some bed
in some strange place
With no one at his side.
And he can’t understand why.

He can’t understand why.

And we’re here
Next to that same bed.
And deep down everyone knows the bed
is empty.
Just no one can understand why.

No one can understand why.

There’s been this song in my
head now for weeks.
And I don’t know what it is
but it’s beautiful for sure.
And it’ll mean more to me than
anything I’ll ever hear.

And it was real.
But is it still? Did it ever
really happen?

My head is filled with
this music.
Every time I close my eyes
my ears are opened.
Maybe it’s him writing one
last song.
I don’t know.
I’m just scared I’m already starting
to forget
how that song went.

And it was real.
But is it still? Did it ever
really happen?

In the books Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell and Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, how effectively do the writers present convincing dystopias, extrapolating our current behaviour in order to warn of how this behaviour could lead to an inauspicious future?

These novels are two of the most famous examples of literary dystopias, each providing their own varying, yet equally undesirable predictions of the future. Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell, published in 1949 in the aftermath of the Second World War, looks to the then future 1984, and predicts a society of complete government control in the absence of any personal liberty – a society where everyone is under constant surveillance and scrutiny, not just of their actions but crucially also of their thoughts. The world he presents, though extreme for having predicted it in such a relatively close future, is realistically terrifying and warns more vividly than perhaps any other book: change, or else this is how the world may end up. (more…)

Bryan lay peacefully amongst his own thoughts as he looked at that same water, from the same bench he had once sat every day at this same time: every day at this very same minute. He recalled it first occurring to him as odd that for the past two days, having arrived at his bench from work, his watch had read the same thing. Had it been any other time he would probably never have noticed – arriving at 11:10 three days running would be completely uninteresting and ordinary, and 11:12 equally insignificant – but, there was something different about 11:11. And, when on the fourth day a quick glance revealed that same number repeated three times over, he had – not entirely subconsciously – made it his effort to arrive here at that minute of that hour.

He occasionally missed his target and those days, perhaps only by his imagination, tended to be “bad days”. That time had become a lucky charm to him – though perhaps one he wasn’t sure could be trusted. He welcomed it cautiously, not knowing whether it was truly a friend or an enemy. And he equally laughed at it and himself for following it as he, a logical person, did not believe in superstition (this ignoring the dedication with which he followed it).

And so on this day, on his return to the bench since that day last week - when he had met her, he had taken extra special care to arrive here at that time, whilst also pretending to himself he was doing no such thing. The truth was he knew that if he was to meet her again this would be the time.

And he had to meet her. He had to. Ever since that day in the park, when their eyes met for that briefest moment, she had been the only thing on his mind. On arriving home he instantly regretted not having spoken to her, just to have said.. anything. He understood now that for those two to three seconds or so he had felt alive again for the first time in many years. Had she felt the same? YES. Of course she had. She had to have.

Then where was she?! Surely she should have been here by now; it was almost 11:15. He shouldn’t worry, she would be here he reassured himself.

He wondered what her name was. For the past few days since he decided he was going to come and meet her he had been trying to guess what it might be. Perhaps Claire, he suggested. She had that look. He imagined her being gentle, almost shy at first, and incredibly caring.

She had lost something like he had, and she felt that same emptiness.

He was here to fix her.

But that was a ridiculous thought: the idea that he could assume all that simply from a glance. One glance. To her it had probably meant nothing. She had walked away and continued with her life and shared other glances with other people and they had meant equally as little.

No. It had been more than that. For that briefest moment he was sure he could remember the hint of a smile: but that was all it had been – a smile. A brief union of their eyes. A shared moment between two people. That happened all the time for most.

He looked up from the water, which he now realised was far dirtier than it had been the week previous, and laughed at what he had become. A few days and he had already become so utterly obsessed with this fantasy, it was almost pathetic. And yet it was normal. He remembered fantasising in such a way long before he’d lost his first love; even occasionally whilst he was with her, though he would never have acted upon it. But that was all it had been – a fantasy, and that was all it had ever stayed.

His thoughts now seemed clear and determined in a way which reminded him of his old self. The person he was here to meet did not exist. She existed only in his imagination, and there was nothing wrong with that, but he should not be trying to meet her. That would only lead to disappointment.

Bryan stood and walked away, life continuing. The moment he had shared remembered fondly as one perfect moment in time. Never to be acknowledged for all of its true significance.

The disabling whiteness faded away and slowly colour and shape and form returned. Control. Sanity? In the small cubicle one colour ruled. Not as it was the majority, though it held its share, but there is just something about red which draws the attention. Thick blood ran down the walls, covered the floor, even occasionally dripped from the low ceiling. This was the part she did not enjoy – the aftermath. There was a quote she half remembered which rang to her as rather true, “even after the end, we’ll still have to tidy up”. Or it was something along those lines. It was unfortunate, but just the way it is, so she had to get on with it.

It made her feel almost dirty as she stood in this mess, once the intensity of the moment subsided and she was left there – alone. She closed her eyes for a moment and replayed the event in her mind: as her knife had first pierced his shoulder as he sat there; the look on his face. The look on his face: she remembered it clearly. How pathetic it was. She breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled madly. Then she opened her eyes once more and began to analyse the scene.

It would be impossible to clean this in any reasonable time she deduced. An attempt to do so might in fact put herself at more risk. She looked round for anything that might be discriminating . The body seemed to be free of hairs, and she hoped the hairnet and gloves might have done the job.

This time she understood she had gotten sloppy – she must be more careful. It was foolish doing this here, in such a public place. As she reminded herself to burn everything she was wearing immediately upon returning home it occurred to her fire may also offer a solution here. The toilets were sufficiently hidden at the back of the park that they should burn long enough before someone noticed.

But already she found herself lusting for the next night. For that moment of extreme pleasure again, when everything melted around her. When everything was right. She needed that. Now.

Her lust overpowering her logic, she moved out into the park again. She might return later to fix this. NO – that would be foolish, and she couldn’t stand returning to see him like that.

Anyway, maybe now she’d get some fucking notice.

She was now on borrowed time, and it was inevitable she would soon be caught. She needed to make the most of things while she could. She might try and find the man who sat next to her the other day. She had thought of him much since. Yes – she would have him next.

And she didn’t mind the inevitability of her own fate - things had just started to get a little boring.

On a park bench sat two perfect strangers, each gazing into the water of the pond, and pondering their own individual problems in their own individual way. Problems which they had forced never to occur to them - had pushed away to the backs of their minds, as life had continued. And now, here in this place the silence overpowered this and brought these thoughts over them all at once like a bursting dam. As the waters struck them it brought no pain and no response, but rather a complete lack of it.

They gazed into the water of the pond, only occasionally becoming aware of at what they were gazing.

And as each gazed they became increasingly transfixed by the peacefully rippling water, moving in patterns seemingly random, yet utterly perfect in their own way. They felt peace all over them, a peace that numbed their brain, relaxing them so much that even a movement of their pupil seemed a great effort. That even keeping their eyelids up seemed almost too great.

The violent noise of a car’s horn in the distance broke the spell.

As one became aware of a person to their side they turned. Sensing this recognition the other turned also. For a brief instant the eyes of the other seemed to hypnotise as the water had and their mind felt clean and pure, free of all those thoughts which weighed them down; but becoming self-conscious they quickly looked away, almost startled by the recognition from another.

Bryan stood and walked away, life continuing. The moment each shared forgotten, hardly even acknowledged in the first place for all of its significance.

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It’s easy to just let me in,
Although someone else
usually turns the handle.

I’m here
to stay.
Could be for a while.
But you know that
anyway.

I have your time,
your concentration.
A majority of your attention,
a majority of the time.

Hey, it’s gonna be tough
to get me out on
your own.
Who’ll help though
If no one knows I’m here.

If you were a day you’d be Saturday, for the same reasons.

If I found you in my wallet you’d be a
£20 I forgot I had.
Perhaps a photo,
to someone else I know.

To weather you’re sun through
clouds after the rain, even though
you know
it’ll probably rain again.

And you’re a bridge across something that need never
have been bridged. But I don’t mind that.

Oh mother, mother look what they’ve done
Can’t let you see what I have become
And now locked in my room I cry and cry
Just because little Tommy jumped in to die?
Oh mother, mother look what they’ve done
Now you’ve found me out.

I was a quiet kid, I’d just lie by our stream
And I’d dream an unreality of what I could be
It was her fault, she came up to me
And I told her to leave, and just let me be.
But she put out her hand, and said she understood
So I hit her from the right with an old plank of wood.

Oh mother, mother look what they’ve done
Don’t let them see what I have become
For when I look at the stars at night
I see nothing more than dots of light
Oh mother, mother look what they’ve done
Now they’ve found me out.

I was a quiet kid, I kept myself to myself
This guy came up asked if I was lost and needed some help
As I went for a walk down by the river stream
By the water was still where I liked to dream.
So I hit him from the right with an old metal pipe
And I pushed him in, and he was washed away to the reservoir.

Oh mother, mother look what they’ve done
Don’t let them see what I have become
When you play that music that you love so much
Well, to me it doesn’t sound like all that much
Oh mother, mother look what they’ve done
Now they’ve found me out.

And there came a night, it was late in June
And the ground was white, from the pearl moon
I found you frozen by the garden shed
With a head full of tears, and the screams, and the blood of the dead.
So I hit you from the right with Dad’s old spade
And you fell to the ground, but I heard you groan
So I hit you again and again and again
Where you still lay
When they found me out.

Oh mother, mother look what they’ve done
Don’t let them see what I have become
For when I look out into the sea
It’s just water, and nothing more to me
Oh mother, mother look what they’ve done
Now they’ve found me out.

They came to visit on a celebration night
Full of smiles and the joys of their own lives.
They found her lying there by the garden shed
So Ben took Dad’s old gun, and shot me through the head.
They watched their brother die.

Oh mother, mother look what they’ve done
Now they know what I have become
Now when they look at the stars at night
They’ll see nothing more than dots of light
Oh mother, mother look what they’ve done
Now they’ve found me out.

My girl calls says call no more
Always knew she was a melodramatic whore
Just because I kissed her friend
Didn’t even like it
Her smell reminded me of a weekend, long ago
Of a time when I thought being human was waking
And nothing more.

Small town, small dreams
Everything is exactly as it seems
All the time.
What’s your name?
Well how ’bout you
It is probably just the same.

I see some guy looking a little happier than me
At the bus stop where we go when we’re happy
Don’t know why.
Maybe it’s the fact there’s a CC-camera there that doesn’t work.
Though it’s pointless cause everyone knows it.
So I make the guy look at me, then I ask him why.
And I can see in his friend’s eyes he knows
The inevitability of where I’m sending this heading.

Small town, small dreams
Everything is exactly as it seems
All the time.
What’s your name?
Well how bout you
It is probably just the same.

I watch as my mates do the work
Then we run cause one of this guy’s other friends
She’s screaming of lost naïvity
Whilst the one with the eyes is full of it
He phones for help as if someone there cares
There’s blood on the streets
As the devil may care

Small town, small dreams
Everything is exactly as it seems
All the time.
What’s your name?
Well how ’bout you
It is probably just the same.

Small town, small dreams
Just one more life torn apart at the seams
This night will last for the rest of my life.
As I forget who I am
I will probably be just the same.

Blood in my eyes, all the same.

The fool, he soars up so high
But no matter how high he flies
The world look to the ground
For above there’s nothing to be found

The fool begins to shout and scream
But below they’re all away in dream
For from the ground so many more
And screams around the corner bore

And so the fool brings to the ground
A mist so thick that all around
Nothing more than blissful white
But to those here it’s normal sight

The fool’s anger grows and grows
And to the ground a rock he throws
And then the people finally see
And from their prison they all flee

The fool looks down and slowly smiles
To realise he has failed his trial
And so when all look to the sky
A crystal clear bright blue sky

And then up on top of the hill
They hear a sound that sends them chills
One man from the crowd of all
Sings softly, broke out from those walls

And so all of the people sing
They sing and look to their new king
And from all around the mist is cleared
And to this day no rock is feared

But sometimes when I’m alone in peace
Trying to read, or write, or think
There’s one thought that won’t leave my mind
Won’t give me room to think

I don’t think I’m lazy, I just can’t be arsed
Doing this thing for you
Surely I can’t the only one
Wondering what to do

When you’re wondering what it is

What it is
That makes us get up each day, or sleep the day away
What it is
That makes us care, to do a little something in our way
What it is
That makes us just accept the minutes rolling by
Some minutes in an hour, few more in a day, it’s multiply then die

And so it is
That this all is and was, and will continue to be
But I don’t know what the hell that means
What that means for me

I don’t think I’m that different
But then I sure am alone
Why do I have to be the only one
Caring what it is

What it is
That makes us care if they’re talking about you
What it is
That makes some strangers song relate to you

What it is
And was
What it is right now
What it continues to be

What it is
That lets you say what it is that I should be
Or do, or say, or sing, or see, or hear

I have to ask what gives you any right
To say what I should be

And then I wonder why I care
If you’re talking about me

What it is
That makes you give two pounds to save some other race
What it is
That makes us just accept this is where we are
This is how it is
We’re born and now we’ll die

What it is
That makes me care if you’re talking about me

What it is

What it is

There is a man
In the road
And he is facing the wrong way.

There is a man in the road
Way outta town
And if he doesn’t turn round
He’ll be too late to make it

There is a man in the road
In the middle of the night
And if he doesn’t turn soon
He’ll start to think that it’s right

That it’s right.

I stop, and I say
Hey, you better turn around
But he smiles and keeps on walking
The wrong way round.

He is the wrong way around
I’d like to know why
But I don’t have enough fuel
Left
To turn around.

So I
Head into town
Phone up my friends
And we laugh at the crazy bastard
Cause he’ll wind up dead.

And as I feel these things
These human things, in a human way
But with less to say, though it kills me as it’s so
For the thought of you gets me through the day
A little cliched, but hey
So is everything.

I dream, and what it means to me
To be standing here
Somewhere in between
With my thoughts to myself
And to no one else
As I sing this song
Does it mean I never cry?

And I dream of what you mean to me
As we’re lying here
Somewhere in between
With our thoughts all to ourselves.
It’s not perfect, hey, but there’s more to say
As I sing this song
Does it mean we never cry?

Wildfire, Wildfire, Wildfire, Wild-fire

You didn’t deserve it, it started so small
A single spark came, but it would take all
For then came the secrets, the cover ups
As fires blazed, and the whole place went up

Wildfire, Wildfire, Wildfire, Wild-fire
Wildfire, Wildfire, Wildfire, Wild-fire

It is your own fault, you deserve what you get
What pains me more is that you don’t seem to regret
Your lies were needless, and by the time they were done
Only ashes lay, not one was left

Wildfire, Wildfire, Wildfire, Wild-fire

Maybe some pity you, but that’s not enough
You must decide whether to make that fresh start
Just remember all it takes to fall
Next time you really will lose it all

Wildfire, Wildfire, Wildfire, Wild-fire
Wildfire, Wildfire, Wildfire, Wild-fire
Wildfire, Wildfire, Wildfire, Wild-fire
Wildfire, Wildfire, Wildfire, Wild-fire

Murray has never spoken a word since he was found. He is now housed within Ness Side Hospital, a high security centre for the insane.”

The first two shed on that night,
Had locked him for past years,
A sign of things to come for him,
Of where he would go.

His carers just got in the way,
For many years they’d got in the way,
Did they cause or delay,
His escape that night?

For little Alex was no more,
Satan’s child had come.
On that night flames would soar,
Satan’s child had come.

Satan escaped from the depths of hell.

Where did little Alex go?

From heaven a broken angel fell.

Where did little Alex go?

It’s said he couldn’t take one more,
Couldn’t take one more day,
They say that this was his final day,
Somehow they would pay.

It wasn’t as if the boy was evil,
But couldn’t take another day,
Somewhere a switch was flicked that day,
And now the world would pay.

His once grey eyes turned a jet jet black,
And that place would soon be painted black.

Through those streets his mind would flow,
Death would come, his mind would go.

For he had never knew of toys,
The faded scars on his arm did show,
The horrors of his youth.

And though his carers, they did hope,
That all could be forgotten,
Each night they came in his dreams,
Burning at his mind.

She who had brought him had perished,
She who had held him had dropped him,
And now here he was stuck.

For everyone laughed at the boy who said so little,
Who sat and stared blankly ahead.

Those in charge did talk of him,
But yet through time he talked,
And seemed so friendly,
He seemed to always come out top.

And they never knew of his past,
He never showed his past.

The hands of time kept turning,
And although his past kept burning,
Somehow he went on.

His love did go,
And as time would show,
Friends are never there.

To be so young, and own a heart so crushed,
His love is gone, soon left is lust.

The world that had treated him so cruely,
Would soon be in for a shock,
All of us can take so much,
Had he not been so young he would have cracked,
But he was special,
The son of his mother.

But they took him in his sleep.

At two his aunty had pulled through,
At three his “uncle” got had got free,
At six little Alex crawled upon his new door.

Yes, what death had avoided once before was coming true,
Satan had set him free.
How could God not have knew,
Satan would get free.

And so for three long years,
This little boy became less than a dog,
His black and bruised face would show,
But he could never even cry.

His mother cried so much it rained,
It rained over that house day by day on day.
And love is strong,
The fires were put out.

She who had promised to protect this boy,
Through Satan’s child had been shown,
But she was weak,
And her mind was twisted,
So don’t hate her for his evil.

As God had planned, the fires rose,
And even the fires of hell did burn and perish.
And tears of love put out the fire,
Where little Alex lay.

And so let’s skip ahead a little,
And on that day when the sun did shine,
So young, yet so cruely found,
Felt loved for the very first time.

He felt loved for the very first time.

He told me he was leaving today
And after a while I got up the courage to say
You gotta do what we have to do, and go when it’s your time
And although I wasn’t devastated
I was quiet, in thought, all the time

He left without a fuss, with a smile
The mask we wear when we need to
So that’s three of us gone, just us two left
I’m sad, but I don’t really know why
It wasn’t great, but it’s not any easier
To have to accept
Memories are soon all that will be left

He told me he was leaving today
And after a while I got up the courage to say
You gotta do what we have to do, and go when it’s your time
And although I wasn’t devastated
I was quiet, in thought, all the time

Yeah I realised they had left today
And I finally got up the courage to say
You gotta do what we have to do, and go when it’s your time
And its about time I accepted, that it’s mine.

A gentle purr,
Eight lives remained
Another five must be taken.

Sorrow through insanity,
The flashing lights would come.

The flashing lights would come.

She sat in the seat directly across the isle.

Tony surroundings were still warped by whatever had just happened. His dream.

He had a sudden headache, like a bolt of lightening, agony for a second, then gone.

The brown seats of the bus seemed like enemies advancing towards him. Monsters. The little light from above even seemed to dazzle him. Was he insane? What the hell was happening? (more…)

Over

Gone

Past

Lost in time

Lost in space

Floating, without meaning

Without purpose

Without reason

To live

To exist

To survive

To be

To be what?

To be alive

To be pleasured?

To be… there

To be happy?

To be dead.

What then?

Let it pass

Another time

Another place

Another day.

Like her he grew,
His eyes were true,
His eyes the same grey, grey blue.

There’s something about his young sweet gaze,
But seldom does he smile.
Is it possible he could have known,
As life sped up and all had grown.

And as he grew and grew,
Each day he looks,
A little more,
Well, a little more like you.

Later on, and I’m still talking
I am here, people are rocking
Back and forth I make my way
You all met me here, today

Time passes by, I leave alone
From my high horse I have been thrown
Seconds pass, I climb back up
Ride off again, it’s your good luck

It’s more tragic as I sleep alone
With you beside me, pride outgrown
I don’t know I truly sleep alone
I don’t know why I’ll always be alone

And as I sat by the fire
I felt the rage inside of me
And I wondered how you felt
Surely you’d rather be with me

So come home this Christmas
This isn’t how it supposed to be
Please come home this Christmas
And be free with me

I dreamed of you last night
We were underneath the tree
You didn’t get me what I wanted
But you told me you loved me

And we both lay by the fire
Not really watching the TV
And I closed my eyes and prayed
That you’d always be with me

So come home this Christmas
This isn’t how it’s s’posed to be
Please come home this Christmas
And be free with me

You didn’t dream a lot last night
You were just trying to be with me
But they caught you as you went
To spend Christmas with me

I’ll remember our last Christmas
And how it used to be
I cry a lot at Christmas
Cause I know no one is free

I couldn’t sleep at all last night
I cried “how can this be”
You’ve lived your last Christmas
And your son you’ll never see

You’ve lived your last Christmas
Was this all that you could be?

Vera seen her as she lay down
To try and dignify herself
Vera never knew her but she worried
She wondered if she should lend a hand

Oh Vera why do you always worry
About those who can’t be helped
Vera why can you never see
That some people don’t want your help

From Canberra to the last riviera
And from the pole to the final straw
Vera would treck out to the Sahara
To help you if you had a fall

Vera knew what she had to do
But she, never did it
She’d drunk her life away
She always wished to help someone

Oh Vera why do you always worry
But never really ease the pain
Vera do you really think that poison
Will ease the strain on your brain

Vera sent out a thousand bottles
A message no one recieved
So she helped herself in her own way
Her own way she conceived

She passed away all alone still
But with a smile on her face
For she had spoken to the troubled women
And maybe shown her a way to change

Vera why did you always worry
But never really ease the pain
Maybe now that you’ve passed on
Someone will know that you came

I woke up this morning
Not feeling dead, just tired
And with less feeling in my head

Something was different
And I don’t really know what

I walked to work the usual way
Late fifteen minutes
But I didn’t hurry
It’s odd, I just didn’t seem to care

Walked in the door, someone said “good day”
I said hello, the usual way
And then the boss came in to ask why I was late

I smiled and said I wasn’t feeling so well
He asked if I was OK, and I said yes
Just feeling a little tired today

Then I walked away
Someone said good day, I ignored them
No need to respond today

I’m just not in the mood
And no, there’s nothing wrong

There is nothing wrong with me today
There is nothing wrong, I’m quite OK
There’s nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong today

The phone begun to ring and ring
And I let it keep on ringing, ringing
Cause I don’t feel like answering that today

Someone asked if I was OK
And I’d had enough of that question, today
So I just got up, and walked away

So here I am
Here in bed

It’s 2pm
And I’m back in bed

Quite frankly
I don’t really care

I don’t care
I left work six hours too soon

I don’t care
That this song doesn’t really have much tune

I really just don’t care

But there’s nothing with me today
There is nothing wrong, I’m quite OK
There’s nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong
There’s nothing wrong today

I suppose tomorrow will be another day
I don’t care, I suppose I will then
That day

But there is nothing wrong
Nothing wrong, today

Yes I said I’d be there then

And she sits there
When she finds the strength to think
It’s a good day
The pain is numb, so she can think

And it’s true
It’s what I said I’d do
It’s what I said I’d do
It’s what I said I’d do

The nurse comes in
To check she’s still alive
She had dreams here
But her dreams are dead inside

It’s amazing
That so young and betrayed
She still trusts, and hopes
That one day she’ll feel my embrace

Cause it’s true
It’s what I said I’d do
It’s what I said I’d do
It’s what I said I’d do

And the day comes
When all is quiet there inside
And the nurse comes
And proclaims she’s not alive

And I sit there
Gaze at her innocent face
At least I was here
I was not too late

After all it’s what I said I’d do
Yes, it’s what I said I’d do
It’s what I said I’d do
It’s what I said I’d do

Cause she’s gone now
But we feel so very near
Suppose she’s grown up now
She knows I will always be here

It’s what I said I’d do
It’s what I said I’d do

Rock-a-bye,
The cradle rocks,
The fear is gone,
To be so simple.
The baby sleeps,
Sleeps so peaceful,
Born unto you.

Just try and look into his eyes,
The love you never knew,
Is born unto you.

Along a long light-filled tunnel,
You scream that he must be saved.

And through your love,
You both are saved.

He was born unto you,
But because of what you would do,
He never could know you.

Nathan collapsed into the living room chair. He looked up at his dad blankly.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“It’s your mother…..There was an accident…earlier today. That’s where I’ve been, she…” As he paused, he sighed. A single tear dripped from his face. “She didn’t make it.” (more…)

Why
Face in my mind

Try
Oh I try and remember
Your face in my mind

I get high
I get high

I get high
I get high

I feel low
I feel sick

I have to get high
Just to feel numb again

I get high
I get high

I get high
I get high

There was once
A face in my mind

And the highs of the hope
I would see it again

But now that face fades
And the edges blur

Why
Face in my mind

Why
Face in my mind

I thought about the past once
I thought about my life
Thought about all those I’d known
Known throughout my life

And once I started to think about
All the things in my life
How everything had changed
So much throughout my life

I thought about how I felt
About everything in life
And realised how little I’d changed
Changed throughout my life

And as I sat and thought
About my “short” life
I realised we all change little
Change little in our life

A friend of mine was wise once
Before he was took away
Another thing that changes
The end of a life

I spoke to my friend once
We talked about our past
We laughed at all the stupid things
We’d done in our life

And he told me something very true
True about this life
He said from someone very wise
Wisest thing I heard in all my life

“Over time you change little; the illusion otherwise is simply created by everything around you changing so much.”

And as I thought about
All that had changed in my life
And how little I’d changed
From the start to end of life

I asked him who had said that
Wise quote of life
He said he’d made it up
Some time in his life

He made it up as he thought
About his past in life
And realised just little he’d changed
Changed in all his life

And now I know we change sometime
Change sometime in life
Another thing that changes
The end of our life.

Life support is plugged deep in
Pumping music deep within
Whatever this weeks number is
Fake creativity is what’s in

Just like sound their life will pass
They’ll leave the camp and realise at last
Some will fall, and some will stand
But most will die and cry at last

For when they die they’ll wonder why
They just can’t make it, though they try

Waiting in line to speak
To read your statement out to all
And when they call out your name
Have you got yourself to blame
Best read it out tomorrow

Bitten off more than you can chew
If only you’d thought it through
Don’t speak out of that swollen mouth

When you’re standing in the courtroom
When you’re bursting out with lies
Think of all who are dead
Could that last bit be unsaid
Give me another chance tomorrow

You’ve bitten off more than you can chew
If only you’d thought it through
Don’t speak out of that swollen mouth

And, when you reach your final line
With those quite good friends of mine
Best think what you’ve did through
Will anyone remember you?
Best speak out of that swollen mouth

You’ve bitten more than you can chew
If only you’d thought it through
Just do a better job tomorrow.

And then the next night, same thing happens
Someone knocks upon my door
And they tell me things I need to know
What they were I’m not quite sure
And the same the next night, and the night after that
Still don’t know what I need to know
But I know it, so that is that

And now I know what we need to know
What we’re told day after day
What is screamed at us from mountain tops
Each night and every day
There are things of which I’m certain
And things I’m not quite sure
But something hit me as I lay awake
And thought there must be more

And what I know
What I need to know
To get me through my day
Is that there is something
That I don’t yet know
I’d like to, but hey.

Into The Sea
Into The Blue
Into The Sea
Into The Blue

He missed his home but here knew
That if he’d stayed what he feared would
And although he could not leave the sea
Somehow he’d never felt so free

Into The Sea
Into The Blue
Into The Sea
Into The Blue

His head so clear he began to write
Everything just felt so right
And when he played his guitar
It haunted those who heard it on the Oceans Star

Into The Sea
Into The Blue
Into The Sea
Into The Blue

He felt so free, he felt so true
And for first time he finally knew
What he wanted to be, what he wanted to do
Who he was, what he had been going through

Into The Sea
Into The Blue
Into The Sea
Into The Blue
Into The Sea
Into The Blue..

And so it’s over
All is done
So little went
Yet so far come
And all is left
But my relief
That once again
That twisted thief
Will take away
What I have done
Whatever felt
So far I’ve come
But as I fear the week ahead
Another week has gone to bed

Woke up this morning in a deep September
And the hope that at last I might give in
And now I’ve finally felt my surrender
Turns out I didn’t have to give in

As I went down to the shop I could smell grass being cut in the air
My eyes watered, and I felt the cold sweat on my damp chest
I seen him cross the road, I hardly felt the knife go in
But I felt it as I clenched my fist

Woke up this morning in a deep September
And the hope that at last I might give in
And now I’ve finally felt my surrender
Turns out I didn’t have to give in

I smiled today as I felt more alive than I’d felt in a long long time
And I knew I’d reached my November
Problem is, everyone else is in late June

And I know we all have our deep September
Although you feel weak, you have the strength to not give in
And now that I’ve felt my final surrender
I know at least I never once gave in.

I walked along a street at night
No reason but because I can
Watch a man in the night
Who takes a soon forgotten flight

I’m cold and dark
Mysterious
Differently similar
I think I choose

He took a stare, a long cold stare
And hoped I’d bare my soul away
Without a thought, I raised my finger

And continued
Differently similar
Alone in this world

Fears best forgotten, you remember what you’ve overcome
Even help you forget the many times you’ve run
Maybe now I can look back at all the things I’ve done
And realise there’s so much I’ve overcome

Something is only as hard as you fear it
And if you just try, you’ll try again if you get near it
Look around you at all you’ve built up
And look forward to all the things you’ve yet to overcome

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