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A few BASIC lyriccy (woot) things I've written recently. And I can't play at all. HOORAY!

New Star Shine

New star shine, tick that box
Itemised adoration, make up clothes
Angry twitch, you're so frightened

New star shine, devour that aura
New star shine, breathe in a panic
New star shine, what will it be?
Tick that box, you're so frightened

We're all so different, we all want the same, (no?)
Are you frightened, eat my shame
Paper boys skipping, bright light early mornings
New star shine

(chorus)

Suggested the aura
I sit away, frightened
I don't know why, I was told
Breathe in a panic
New star shine, bury me inside
Candid eyes, curtain swirl
New star shine
You are my world

Let me tell you. feel happy, feel sad
Angry twitch

New star shine
You are my world

Cyan Sky

Flower in her hair
Traumatic strings on a table
Scissor soft nights
Dark little secrets line up their sights

Cyan sky, golden dawn
Contrail highway
Flowers in her hair

Go before you don't
Sky to unwrite, put in your eye/brave comfrot world (undecided)
Cyan sky, contrail highway
Flower in her hair

Take yourself and say goodbye
Beneath the feet of bones
Hateful spite glasses, joy in a box
Spray away a final answer

chorus

Bound you
Contrail miles
Cyan sky, let us fly
Flower in her hair
Contrail miles

Emperor

Man wrote paper, nailed to his door
Man wrote paper, stabbed to the floor
Put away his cares, for no more
Came before the emperor

Man spoke to the fists
Blood in the water
Emperor bowed down
Into rooftop mists

Man spoke again, trees to his
Emperor trembled, through car radio
Blue eyed buildings
Let's say I beleive you

Man wrote paper, emperor burnt more
One hundrered paper cut notes
Smiling buildings comatose words

Nailed to his door
Trees to his
No problems ever more
Ever more
Names tense is past now
Emperor turned and smiled
hands come down
Polkadot flowers

Man wrote on paper, stabbed to the floor
Emperor flashes in the clouds once more
Man wrote on paper
Nailed to the door
Nailed to the door
Nailed to the door
Emperor turns,
Let's say I believe you
Trembling through the radio

Dandelion

We woke in the morning sun
Looking down on heaven
We woke in the morning sun
My dandelion

We spoke in the morning sun
Finger tip touches
We spoke in the morning sun
My dandelion

We walked in the morning sun
Looking around at them all run
We walked in the morning sun
My dandelion

My dandelion
Drift away with me
Drift away, bring me the key

My dandelion
We slept in the morning sun

(untitled)

Technicolour godess, on broken lights,
Hands on a waist
Empty telephone rings
Clutch the wires, dream with all the nights
Reading words the TV brings

Sacrosanct lines in a meaningless revered dance
Holding hands on a windy street
Reading words the TV brings
Technicolour godess, bring me a chance?

Eyes, staring up, melodrama winds down
Technicolour windy streets of autumn leaves
Technicolour eyes,
Hands on hair, shock
Eyes staring up, melodrama clock is down

Technicolour godess, read the winds
We're all playing catchup
Eyes, staring up, as my melodrama unfolds
On a windy street, you

Take me up

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Umbrella

Worship in a ground shakes
Urban clam lies in
Righteous you are, believe in their star
Every point has an edge, every shine a pledge
Every choice of worship to the love lost shows

Tell me something please, worship and dream,
tell me something please
worship and dream
Every stars point has an edge,
every shine a pledge,
Every stare into the sky a simple goodbye

Tell me something please
I can't see them, tell me please
The shine gave up its promises, tell me please

Every stare into the sky
Bids a simple goodbye

(untitled again)

Temples on the shorline,
we've faced the firing time
I'm here to leave again,
One last time

We're on the highway, north of the clouds
I'm going to find you again
Finally shake away the shroud
Finally find you again

Endless late suggestions
Trickle on a dawning smile
We've faced the firing line
For the last time

I'm here to leave again
To walk again
One last time
I've finally found you again



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I feel so horribly dirty.

Ooh, look: money!

I'M SO ANGRY MY BOOTS ARE [B][U]BLEEDING!

With the anarchy symbol painted on the side.

IN BLOOD paint.

His big, angry, skink-linéd boots of WRATH.
Yes, I'm sure.

Good answer.

And yes, Fred Durst is quaking in his boots.

It creates more suspense that way, I'm sure.

I'll have you know I can now play Mission Impossible.

Slowly.

Aye, I could see them all in a song.
Of course ... getting some music behind them is usually a bit tricky.

Very you, Cyc, if you know what I mean.

Good, good. Excellent.

It'll come around some day, have no fear.

I just won't release it, so you won't get no royalties.

Agagagagaga

+ added another one

I've still got a few more on the boil

It better be. As I am officially claiming 50% of it due to creation of the concept.