Saturday, April 22, 2006

Jack The Ripper

If i could be a serial killer
I would be Jack The Ripper
Honey i am right behind you
Please make me unzip my zipper

I would sneak up when you least expect me
Slit your throat, a knife i'll make you see
Stalking the night through shadows by the wall
Prowling in the streets, i'll make your last night in town
A work of art in the most vividest form

If i could be a serial killer
I would be Jack the Ripper
No i woudn't hurt Osama or jerry springer
Honey i just want you, not even a stripper

I would bring in the storm with me
Blow you out screaming like a banshee
You would shake with fear not knowing that i am near
In any seedy back alley street, i'll make my steer
Give it to me honey, i've got an attack's thats kinda nuclear

If i could be a serial killer
I would be Jack the Ripper
They call me names like the "Demon From Hell"
But honey, you know me, i am way more hipper

I am sly and i am shameless, a sinner with no name
But honey, tonight i am gonna need you to drive me to fame
I am a nasty surprise, a devil in disguise
Here's my warning, i have done eight, you're my ninth try
And they say they will catch me, you know thats such a silly lie

If i could be a serial killer
I would be Jack the Ripper
Not even the son of sam or Ted bundy
Not even you or the girl who ate up my slipper

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Helter Skelter












When I get to the picture
I go back to the top of the page
Where I stop and lure
and I stare at you for hours
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Do you don't you want me to play you
I'm spitting flames and the one they call the Lord of the Rings
Tell me tell me come on tell me the answer
and you are new but i am gonna get you

Go helter skelter
helter skelter
helter skelter
Yeah, hu, hu
I will you won't you want me to play you
I fight wars and in me i see a Nazi when i play you
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be new but i am gonna get you

Its you who i adore
You'll never be a bore
We must never be apart

In you i shoot goals
In you i smash ghosts
In you i am a hitman
In you i crash cars

Look out
Helter skelter
helter skelter
helter skelter
Yeah, hu, hu
Look out cause here she comes

Sunday, April 09, 2006

A fruit le mon

Don’t even remember where we were
Her love was like a game
The more serious that I took her
The hotter the sex became
I was eating lemon with fries
When her breasts flashed before my eyes
I found out how much i loved her
And all of her rage tonight

So as i take leave just know my state
I’d love to stay with you tomorrow
Please smile when you think about our fate
Your lies are real, i cant help but swallow

A fruit le mon
A fool is hereby born
An ugly secret to hide
A date with lemons fried
These are the last crumbles,i’ll ever eat
But i am broke to pay the fees

If my bed was still clean
I know the ashtray would spill again
And the blue colour slowly turning grey
There’s every reason to feel afraid

Anger is an easy feel
Tears are simpler
Its harder to remove knots
Than to burn the rope

Friday, April 07, 2006

Me re shi sca fo ha ski

Me, a beer, a flying dog beer
Ray,a blind brother who likes to jazz
She,a babe, I call her fun
Scar,a long hard way to burn
Few,are those who shoot needles and smoke green
Ha, a laugh to follow few
Ski,a sport that numbs your ass
That will bring us back to me...oh oh oh

Mahatma Gandhi wore a leather Jacket

My freedom fighters were spaced out tight
And all the imperialists were gathered in white
The country gates were opened up wide
And the Prime Minister wants to see me with his big red eyes

So I stepped up to the Rashtrapati Bhavan
The President was getting down
And as I ordered a round of drinks
He said I got a little story tell me what you think

Nehru used to sniff the lines
Tilak used to rock the boat sometimes
Indira used to charge her wet socket
But Mahatma Gandhi wore a leather jacket

All the women were gathered around
Shiny bindis and lace night gowns
And one started to lick my feet
She said the PM got a red light out on every street

Nehru used to sniff the lines
Tilak used to rock the boat sometimes
Indira used to charge her wet socket
But Mahatma Gandhi wore a leather jacket

My freedom fighters were blazed out tight
And all the imperialists were spilling out bile
The country gates fell down to the side
And the Prime Minister tried hard to explore my big red eye

Nehru used to sniff the lines
Tilak used to rock the boat sometimes
Indira used to charge her wet socket
But Mahatma Gandhi wore a leather jacket

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Amnesia

I log onto the facebook website
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
With a new picture, sometimes with a man in a box
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like studying faces in the Leevey library
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like drinking a tall mocha but not without a cigarette
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

The things that I've loved, things that I've lost
Things I've been scared of, that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

I read boring comments on someone else’s blog
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like gospel music followed by a fake applause
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like people who pretend they are my friends
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like empty feelings and machines that vend
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

The things that I've loved, things that I've lost
Things I've been scared of, that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

Mold me and shape me
I love the way you are
Slowly and silently
Like rainbows breathing
Tranquil and dreaming
Turn around, please don’t leave

I like useless chat over the wire
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like creating uninspired fire
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

The things that I've loved, things that I've lost
Things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

I like screaming with hate and bending guitars
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like to stare at my wall and dream about Mars
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

I like "Mission Z" games and leading loved ones on
But only if it doesn't remind me of anything

Saturday, April 01, 2006

All in a dream

An unplanned ski trip
Some girl strangling me in her grip
Friends in a maroon cadillac
Drinking buddies with the finest green stack
Cliff jumping off the creepers
Autumn leaves and thorny twigs
Bloodstained rhinosaur battle
Won by a couple of swings
A man wearing a bow and a suspendor
Speeds through the ghetto in his broken down Chevy Impala
Walks into the general store and picks up something specific
With a spark of shining shoes, hair turned up like Donnie Brasco
Throws his card out to the slutty asian girl behind the glass wall
A 20$ cashback and races out of there taking huge gulps of his new purchase
Sighs a relief and breathes out heavy chunks of vodka and carbondioxide
Life sucks he says and pointed his long nailed index finger at the newspaper
Sixteen died in an air crash late last night due to a blistering misunderstanding
A 23 year old Indian boy studying in the University of Southern California
Drives his mental wheelchair to the cockpit on full throttle
And parks it in the eyes of the panic struck pilot
With a wide false tooth grin, he says he would like to see the machines
No time for a warning, the plane swings faster than ever in the downward spiral
In the meantime, the towing van pulls over the corner
Picks up the dented one, while a Smirnoff is smashed onto its glass
Reflections of an undiscovered soul in thousands of broken pieces
Welcome a Frooti and Jalapeno Cheeze crackers
Prowling street dogs of the night, all angels out of sight
Sounds of the barrel, screeching leopard's purrs and the smell of acrid barbeque
Freezing drops of rain hit the cup of tea sitting on the window sill
Lying down in a burnt out bedroom, hoping for a replacement
When the sun bursts through what was now and somehow the 1970's kick in like a stone
Nature on the run, sweetriver blues, bellbottomed pants, Led Zeppelin and drive-in theatres
Creeping emptiness fosters the sickness in the stomach
Amidst all this, thoughts of you
And how we used to be
I was thnking about what a friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie
Look at nature on a run
In the 1970's
All in a dream
All in a dream