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~ The National Dance ~

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~ The National Dance ~

Consume and be consumed; in a national dance of plastic bags.
Grab your paper and head to the high-street.
Flock together and shuffle your feet.
There’s windows to shop and prices to beat!

Sing.

“Fulfilment is but one shop away; one more purchase to make it to the next day!”

And sway.

“Follow the fashion everyday; and do the things that the billboards say!”

Spend and become spent; in a national dance of plastic bags.
Load up your credit cards and forget about the debt.
Sniff off the places where the bargains are kept .
Rave out your frenzy, it’s not closing time yet!

Sing.

“Fulfilment is but one shop away; one more purchase to make it to the next day!”

And sway.

“Follow the fashion everyday; and do the things that the billboards say!”

Dance. Dance. Dance.
Buy. Buy. Buy.

This is your vice; your army, your war
This is your dance; your song and your floor.

Dance. Dance. Dance.
Buy. Buy. Buy.

This is your stage; come sun or cold rain;
This is your movement; to shake out your pain.

Dance. Dance. Dance.
Buy. Buy. Buy.

And this is your tribe; your family of spend
This is your war dance; for every weekend.

Dance. Dance. Dance.
Buy. Buy. Buy.

Consume and be consumed.
Consume and be consumed.

Consume and be consumed.

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~ Reckless Rebellion ~

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~ Reckless Rebellion ~

“You’re reckless rebellion
I see it in your eyes
I slip through your retina
and I watch the flames rise
because you don’t move like they do
you don’t dance the same grooves
you look up when they look down
you sing soul when they sing blues
not everyone may notice
but its visible to me
the wistful look in your eye
is burning anarchy.”
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~ Bum ~

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~ Bum ~

“When your eyes hit me, I am transported,
out to foreign lands, to which I’m deported;
where I trek cross-country toward the coastline,
and hitch-hike down the highways of your mind;
where I wander through wilderness with no goal,
and sleep rough in the shipyards of your soul.
And each day when I watch the setting of sun,
I don’t care where I’m going, or where I came from;
‘cause when you look at me, I become the gypsy one,
happily lost in your world, like a drifting bum.”

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~ Days of Glory ~

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~ Days of Glory ~

“The days when you are most alive are
when the demons are at your heel,
when madness becomes your vehicle,
when the gods sit on the edge of their seat.

The days when you are most alive are
when comfort and security are out of sight,
when the fear falls away into the dirt,
and the heavens linger on the horizon

The days when you are most alive are
when the script is torn into pieces,
when routine is eaten by chaos,
when normality malfunctions and
your soul is set bright ablaze.

The days when you are most alive are
the days that you will remember
the days that scold themselves into your heart
that burn forever behind your eyes
that haunt the hallways of your mind

they are the days of struggle and salvation
the days of risk and glory
the days that leave you smiling
as you sit content in old age
remembering how amazing it was
to have lived a life

worth dying for.”

 

 

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~ The Mightiest Sword ~

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~ The Mightiest Sword ~

“Pick up that pen and write like
you’re riding into war,
and the gods are on your front line

pick up that pen and write like
you’re an unknown gladiator,
and have the champion against the ropes

pick up that pen and write like
the monsters are closing in,
like words are the last line of defence

please, just pick up that pen and write
write the pain
the glory – the horror
write us the script of salvation

write like you’re the one to find us
the one to save us
the one to finally pull us out
the dark swamps of pain,
and lead us safely back
to the kingdom

of ourselves.”

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~ The Lion’s Roar ~

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~ The Lion’s Roar ~

“There is a new age coming
I can feel it in the air
The winds of change will soon lift
A million minds out of despair

There is a new dawn beginning
I can see it in their eyes
The wilted flower will now blossom
And the caged bird will finally rise

There is a new adventure calling
I can hear the dying of the fear
The suppressed voices of silent souls
Will soon sing out loud and clear

Because now is the turning of tides
When the water cannot be beaten
Now is the time of great hunger
When the lions have not yet eaten

And the hearts of fire will see no more clouds
As sunlight returns to their kingdom
And the wild ones will roar out loud
As they claim back those lands of freedom.”

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~ Towards the Ineffable ~

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~ Towards the Ineffable ~

Into those unknown lands you will venture
with your mind ignited by apprehension and awe
with your soul stirring with the springs of life
with your feet treading into the kingdom of self

The journey will be one of solitude and unease
the road will not be straightforward or well-trodden
and the way will drench you with discomfort and doubt
but into those unknown lands you will venture

outward across the plains of freedom
inward through the universe of yourself
tumbling down the rabbit-holes of your mind
tasting the fruits of life which you have starved for

you always felt it since you were a child
an inner pull to some ineffable joy
the magic of the universe waiting to be found
the treasure they told you wasn’t there – being there

and now as you walk toward it wild and free
the voices of fear will call you back
the caged souls will try to drag you down
the reflection in the water will turn and test you
but they will all fail like darkness against dawn

because into those unknown lands you will venture
bound by a desire to slip beyond the ordinary
unmoved by hate and ignorance
shaking off the shackles of slavery
unearthing the secrets of the soul
playing freely in the grass of eternity
swimming amongst the stars of infinity

discovering what it is

to truly – be alive

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~ Perennial ~
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~ Perennial ~

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~ Perennial ~

“With a storm in your eyes and hate in your heart
You seek to strike me down and tear me apart
But know that within this soul exists a perennial joy
A wilderness of spring which you’ll never destroy

So bring on your thunder and darkened skies
Pour down your rain and watch my flowers rise
Ignite your hate with those flames of doom
And in that warmth watch my spirit bloom

I guess there are things you don’t know about me
Things under the surface which your eyes can’t see
Like how many times I’ve died and been reborn
And the way I have learnt to stand tall in the storm

So do you think your anger can wither me down?
Those lightning bolts leave me dead on the ground?
That dark energy only feeds my roots of desire
Giving me the fuel I need to keep growing higher

Because I am the survivor of torrential rain
Who has learned to dance in puddles of pain
I am the rose rising from a field of death
Living off the scraps of whatever life that is left
I am the dawn; I am the spring
I am the dead tree of winter now blossoming

So bring on your thunder and darkened skies
Pour down your rain and watch my flowers rise
Ignite your hate with those flames of doom
And in that warmth watch my spirit Bloom.”