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Stop the world!
I want to get on.
Like my father before me.
And my brother before me.

I am beyond blue
And I don’t know what to do
I’m afraid that they hand out pills
Like pamphlets for religons
A hit of existential sense
That leads to evil things

You lit the spark
Ding dong dark and your restless body swings
In the breezeI was laid back, laid flat, laid off
And I didn’t even want the job
AnywayIt’s too late now

I’m in someone else’s dream

Let’s all go to the Holy Soul
To that soulless hole
Where the restless people go
To shout
Oh you never got out
Don’t you hate it when we just say hi
They don’t see the sadness in your eyes
Let’s dream it down

I’m in someone else’s dream

Oh get me out
Yeah get me out
Are you having someone else’s dream

Just one glimpse of ankle and I
react like it’s 1905

My friend died
the other night
It took all light
From my sky
So I need your voice
And those boys
In your band
To make some noise

I’ve often wondered
What makes man commit crimes?
But even I would sometimes
If it were for the likes of you.

I was going to have a go at a specific band, how fucked they are, how I don’t get it, how I hate the way they carry themselves, how they are like the watered down diarrhea of Franz, how they have nothing to say, how they should learn to fucking sing cos it’s an actual skill you fuck and competent is not good enough,…but I won’t. I hope that band well. Yeah, I hope they become huge.

But I’m sick of this shit. I remember when you would get beaten up for being in a rock band. How playing guitar in the face of electronica rock of Magoo and Alex Lloyd was a tour of duty, and cutting edge art. When local bands ambitions were to make a record as good as Deserter’s Songs, and not “internationalizing” (an actual word!) and getting a manager in the industry.

When did it all revert?? When did dressing like a band make you a band? Playing music together makes you a band. And nothing else. The only way to act like a band is to be holding instruments at the same time as someone.

I’m really sick of it. I hope guitar rock of all sorts dies in the fucking arse again, so I can enjoy being a contemporary music fan again. Right now, new music seems like a turd lying in my drink.

I think I’ve had enough
I’ve been doing this too long
I’m just going to go
And not be sad anymore

by Neil Finn

Beside me now are strangers to my eyes
They might be getting crazy might be wise
we’re stranded either way
in such a lonely place
i’m looking out for you among the flies
that wait in line
for days on end

i try to reach the top most every day
in hope i turn my face upto the sky
the cover hangs so low
is see no sign of life
nothing springs to mind
among the flies that wait in line for days on end
and nights so cold it’s always so intense

and here we are
there’s a smile between us and its going on

you and me have always gotten through
anyone can tell you that it’s true
you feel it every time you drive away from home
the headlights hypnotise
and they take you off towards the sea
into the night you run away
with thoughts you cannot hide

I wish I was your friend
When you cry
You look like you could use
A good one
Like I can be
When you cry