Floating adrift an endless sea of ocean blue
There was a time when everything was fine
I was happy in the silence, taking things for granted
Then this storm came in and sent me flying
I had no idea it was going to happen
In the darkness I was dead there
Head first, unconscious and slumped over
On the cold, wooden pulp
Spread out like the wings of an eagle
Spread out like some whore
I had no pulse, made no movement
I was gone
Holding a serious frown
In the dream I was marching to Heaven
I burst into burrows of adolescent laughter
Chasing after rainbow colours for the fun of it
I told the Drum Major I can\'t explain it
In the rush hour I flowed like music
Wind by the green belt
A faint smile was born just after 7 a.m.
A colossal abyss propelled me into oblivion
I didn\'t expect the thing to consume my aching soul
Now I feel as empty as a hole
I have a thorn in my side, planning my suicide
The noise of the night traffic has petered out like a candle flame
I can\'t take anymore pain
I\'ve laid down in a deep-rooted infection
I must have misplaced my mind
I don\'t know where the fuck I\'m going
I jettisoned the bellyful stripling
At the ben of innocence, I am elegant
Nothing more than a boy
Turning myself on and off, on and off
My arm sits in the plaster of Paris
I\'ve suffered from an orgy of intrusive thoughts
The night is paralysed in its costume
There is a nuance in the precept
That I can\'t avoid
When the feeling gets the best of me
I notice it more then I want to kill myself
Sometimes I want to be someone else just for a second
Then, when the tough gets going
I bite into the cyanide tooth
I\'ve spiralled to a rocky low
Warm waves sparkle under the sun
I\'ve said so many things
Now the cat\'s got my tongue
I\'ve grown bored of the daily routine
My thoughts burst into flames and then incinerate
I spent over a thousand days writing a dossier
Then I closed my eyes and I drifted off to sleep
I fell into a heap of dreams to the sound of a fiddle
Lightly playing like the light drizzle
Walking through new thresholds
In the heat of the summer
I could\'ve flaked out
It was as if a red monkey was holding me hostage
I went limp like a flower without its glow
A poet without a flow
Thunder struck the 3rd ultimo
Over and over again, the afternoon was a breeze
In St. Tropez, I shined with my silver scars
The dog\'s paw tasted like vinegar
All day I dreamt and pretty much done nothing
All across the city lissome cats meow and purr
On Mondays when the clouds fade
I can\'t pretend I\'m a ray of sunshine
I can\'t stop this whirlwind unfolding
I\'m a passenger in my mind
Most mornings I put paper pigeons and voodoo dolls
With my collection of candytufts in a little brown box
I spent all night untangling my thoughts
Monumental pains are shooting through my body
I\'m praying the pains will go away but they only ululate
Something is in the offing
Surely the night can\'t die out
Until I\'ve taken off my rose tinted glasses?
That\'s what the rulebook says
I smoke and drink and do what I do best
Wishing I was dead.