Mother!

Mother (click here to listen)

I crumpled up the creeds of Man
And ran out into the rain
Where I mourned for my lost virtue
But mourned more for what remained
I’d give my grief to God
But I’m just too proud to pray
Mother, why did you raise me this way?

I’m the busted bulb in your lighthouse
I’m the guilt dashed on your cliff
I read about perpetuity
I hope it’s just a myth
Some people talk of progress
But all I see is decay
Mother, why did you raise me this way?

I pin my hopes on the future
Like martyrs to a tree
But they haven’t yet built the religion that can hold me
I hear tomorrow will be better
I heard the same thing yesterday
Mother, why did you raise me this way?

Each night I go to sleep
The way a Christian goes to lions
God can take my body
But I’m leaving my soul to science
I’m sure He had a plan in Man
But something’s gone agley
Mother, why did you raise me this way?

There’s a stranger in this mirror
Or is it just stained glass?
I’ve changed my face so many times
But I wish I could change the past
There are more epithets than cigarettes
Stubbed out in my ashtray
Mother, why did you raise me this way?

I’m a gentleman charlatan
Prose from a poison pen
I lately made a big mistake
Told the truth and sounded fake
My friends are all long gone
There’s none left to betray
Mother, why did you raise me this way?

I keep my guardian angel close
But always gagged and bound
Can someone please let me know
The way off this misery-go-round?
I long to see the spin on me
In St Peter’s Dossier
Mother, why did you raise me this way?

I’m told there’ll be no jobs until somebody dies
But you know a salary is just another word
For “consolation prize”
So I’m plodding through Perdition
Like some latter day Dante
Mother, why did you raise me this way?

Now I’ve told you all my thoughts
But I still haven’t seen that penny
You asked if there were bad times
Yeah… MANY
I long to say I love you
But it’s such a damned cliche
Mother, why did you raise me this way?

 

Year Of The Bitch (click here to listen)

Next year is the year of the bitch
No one will get lucky and no one will get rich
And we’ll be telling lies when we say we don’t know why
We talk about this world as if it’s all in bits

Next year is the year of the bitch
The panicking will peak at a piercing pitch
And everyone will hate
And obsess about their weight
And waste away in want for the things that they once ditched

Where were you when we changed our minds
Put our ideals on ice and our hearts into brine
Where were you
When we fell?

Next year is the year of the bitch
We’ll package up our lives and take them to the tips
And sit back in our chairs
Assuming fancy airs
As it all falls round our ears drip by drip

And people all just stood around watering their lawns as the cities fell down
I could barely make out the time
As the air turned to ash and the sea to slime

Where were you when we changed our minds
Put our ideals on ice and our hearts into brine
Where were you
When we fell?

Next year is the year of the bitch
We’ll swallow all their lies like hungry little chicks
Every consonant and vowel
Wretched, rank and foul
We’ll cling to every word like tiny little ticks

Where were you when we changed our minds
Put our ideals on ice and our hearts in brine
Where were you when we fell?
where were you when we lost ourselves
where were you?

 

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