1. Just like the Moon
2. Sacred - One Book - Cows (Burn the World)
3. My G-d is a G-d of Love
4. Penitence
5. The Devil is a Good Friend
6. The Point of the Cross
7. Twisted Mystik
8. STICK your modern Jesus
9. Anarchy is another Order
10. If Mohammed was a woman
11. I believe in Bob Marley
12. A Good Idea
13. Purple Sky
14. TV Licence Intelligence
15. This is NOT my England
This is NOT your Jerusalem
16. Keys, Lighter, Lager
17. Lexicalization - linguistic purity
18. Pretentious

--- 1. Just Like The Moon

To the wilderness and the world beyond repair
Amid fluctuating reasons and constance unfair
Crumbled in colours of love within clouds of care
I circled endlessly not egtting to a point anywhere

Just like the Moon, circling dying somehow to get home
Slowly wandering useless cleaving to any single place
Faint with the trace of; the light of the sun within you

I could never bring you love - because
There was so much music and so little harmony
So much attraction to repel you away and see
So much love that there was no Love; just like

The Moon circling around the Earth, the most
Miserably Beautiful of things, such indirect signs
And in nature from here I can see reflected high

Just like the Moon
I could never bring you love - because
There was so much music and so little harmony
So much attraction to repel you away and see
So much love that there was no Love

Just like the Moon
I keep my distance
Close forevermore
Out of reach
Because
It's too much effort
And too much Love
Just Like the Moon

--- 2. Sacred - One Book - Cows (Burn the World)

He burned Twenty Two thousand cows
King Soloman like Tony Blair executed
A hundred thousand more and then
Declared war on Afghanistan

And history runs - you see a Buddah
You've got to shoot him where he stands
And trust in Love - No man of G-d can ever be
A good man, no man of love can even stand

He killed Six Million Jews, Adolf
Hitler than killed one more, himself
Just like Jesus on the cross, and
Just one book could burn all the world

And history runs, you raise yourself and army
You're a great and a good man like Milosovitch and Hussein
Executed in popular acclaim, and killing is the ultimate fame
Just prophecy, in massive idiocy, just one book could burn the world

He wrote a million words , Mr Hubbard, yet never
Made any sense, unlike Hunter S, and if you see
A pious man, you've got to shoot him where he stands
Because just one book could burn all the world

And history runs, popularity comes, when you
Kill, kill, kill common sense put emotion above intelligence
And intelligence ruling emotions will make you kill
No man of Love can be a good man, or even stand

How you hate my soul and in such G-dly fear
Seek to control, control, control killing in kindness
Damn you, I will Live Eternally, writing from Love
And burning your sacred cows, and books, that

Could burn all the world:

"now since our message is that christ has been raised from death how can some of you say that the dead will not be raised to life, if that is true, it means that christ was not raised and if christ has not been raised from death THAN WE HAVE NOTHING TO PREACH AND YOU NOTHING TO BELIEVE"!!!

--- 3. My G-d is a G-d of Love

Goodness, Gracious, Pervades us
And destiny does what destiny does
Because if it doesn't ignore us
It will simly destroy us and good good

People will die alone unloved, but still
My G-d is a G-d of Love

Heavens forfend I dare not pretend
Things aren't all turning crazy and fast
If he forgave you
What would you do?

People will still die alone unloved
Yet my G-d is a G-d of Love

Is there purpose to anything if
Not even a test and then if
Single experience lost is all
That's lost than I've lost you

And some G-ds are bigger than others
And why are you here?
And why should we care?

Is there purpose to anything
If not a test I've lost the best
That's lost when I lost you myself
Somewhere in Childhood
I'm lost in your love
I'm sorry I died
Never be born again

Some G-ds are bigger than others
No Violence in these matters
I will die alone, in excelelnt company
My G-d is a G-d of Love

--- 4. Penitence

Forgive flailing failures flooding fears for
this world, The World, of Tingling Water
All in the all awfully absurd antagonising
Guilt giving gladhanding gluttony gratefully

And ought to attend in penitence interning
Any reticence to affluence then the world to
Fill tingling material thrills and ought not
Excuse the victims they are perpetrators still

The whole damn world will stay
Exactly the same, stinking in penitence
When we'd only have to change the guilt
Excuses, perpetrators of penitence

Is a sinecure, insincere, symptomatic
Hand relief before deities that don't care
Self-flaggelation, caustic consternations and
Meaningless self-justification in tingling water

Penitence

--- 5. The Devil is a Good Friend

I walked in endless light and I hated it
I walked inside your love but I faked it
I'm feeling it inside me again, just how
I could never tell until the end, just how

The devil is a Good friend
And the devil is you and me now
The detail more importantly, vis-a-vis
The big picture we can never see

Too good, to be true, cruelest blessings
No accusing, being nicely, so depressing
Telling tall stories with almighty twists
The only deception, we DO NOT EXIST

I danced in endless dark and I love it
I danced inside my love but faked it
I won't care or even know until the end
just how the Devil is a good friend

He will never turn on me
Keep burning me eternally
Whisper softly in my sleep
"let go of love that pulls so deep"

and "welcome back to planet Earth, also known as hell, and CEASE your stupid crying, all is going to be well int he end, I am the Devil."

And the Devil is a good friend.

--- 6.The Point of the Cross

Lost of the Point of the Cross

He died for purpose, not your sins, a pathway to know, not a free ride to go, a sacrifice of love to justify not fresh sin, but to tell in blood a story

Goodness has it's own reward in Death. The point of the Cross, Lost, Jesus loves you - but - everyone else just thinks you're a cunt!

Christian gloss, I'll withstand agnostic to him, but never lost, knowing the point of love, and never to be lost, knowing the point of the cross.

To die - for any purpose
To die - for all my sins
To die - for repentence
To live - never lost

Knowing the point of the Cross, Jesus loves me, but everyone else, just thinks I'm a cunt, but, I'm not lost, not giving the toss, knowing the point of the cross.

--- 7.Twisted Mystik

OSHO sensational fatso sweetly aesethetic
Unascetic man poisonous to any power core
Stating religions of hierarchy are weapons of war
Like branch davidians caging the cities children evermore

They speak of Abrahamic revelations

G-ds forgiveness in fire forevermore
Life through death and peace through war
Twisted mystik I grow bored
I wish to hear no more how

Mohammed was a good man in a bad time
And Moses was favoured a lot from above
Jesus got lost before he was found and
Religions of peace are armies of fools

Don't tempt me to resist it turning twisted mystik
Not into group based reality of holy war charlatanry
The only thing worth being afraid is the stupidity of
The brave and now tell me I'm fallen and will burn evermore

But at least not in this lifetime
In all rights reserved to the unsure
Tasteful synecratic pixing and mixing
A Twisted Mystik believing in G-d
but not mortal men anymore.

--- 8. STICK your modern Jesus

Your preachers smile is a snake's hiss
All his words in your mouth just
Deceptions laid in ugly positivity
Abundence being evidence of nothing

But Popularity - and all such fortune
Is evidenced in misplaced trust
All purpose lust rolling G-dly sensation
Whilst condemning the confusions
-that make us human
-that make us loved

So STICK your modern Jesus - Salvation
Is not his gift to give but yours to take
To slowly make it, slowly but fine and bite

This hand that feeds and G-ds should be loved
But never quite as completely - as we love others
Poor, Greedy, Selfish, Needy Hateful utterly horrid
Yet irrevocably divine - let us drown in wine and

So if you see a Buddah on the road slay him dead
Rip out his throat and discard the head he's apologetic
Unoriginal irreligious heretic too hateful in love and if
All were sent from above what matters he? Kill him, Set him free

And STICK your modern Jesus - salvation is within you alone
Your's to create, not his gift to take, yours alone to give
I am the shortcut, the falsehood and the death, but honest
Without judgement, because only the mind can kill, hands off

Set him free and STICK your modern Jesus
He doesn't ring true to me.

--- 9. Anarchy is Another Order

Smash the Symbols
Smash the sins
Smash the hate
Smash the state!

Eat the Produce
Consume the lies
Ten thousand tastes
In ten million pies
Modern tribalism and
Highbrow debates
Revolution can wait
Until the next away game

We live in temples ten foot square
lusting for love and some other freedoms
But tonight, Matthew, we are washing our hair
And anarchy is another order of which I don't care

We smashed bus stops cause the bus was never there
And shared everything with strangers in perversity of care
But tonight Mark, grafitti tag vandelism is art redefined
And anarchy is another order, and order of the worst kinds

We are the problem, and the reaction, but no solution
And doped in pseudointellectualism our ideas so much pollution
But tonight, Luke, let's sit back and quietly scam a fruit machine
And anarchy is another order, another rotten groups rotten dream

We don't believe in anything, including ourselves
And corrupt politics begets these coffee shop heretics
But tonight, John, i'm only dancing, into self destruction
And anarchy is another order still never to function and

Yet we endevour to
Smash your symbols
Smash your sins
Smash your hates
Smash your states

--- 10. If Mohammed was a Woman

She slayed me with poetry, and redefined my
Apostolic mind with kindness and middle eastern
Points of view between East and West maybe truth
Still rests quietly, in beautiful words worth more than Gold

Cause it was a man of the Muslim faith whom
Inspired my embrace of a universal G-d and the
Universal truth of universal love for G-d is great
So was Mohammed Ali, and Mohammed and Ali

And eternal thanks to thee whom saved me
Yet in equal measure abandoned me
To let doubt flail about to find it's own light
Cause if Mohammed was a woman - no-one would care right?

Maybe, but maybe not, certainty is a fabric guarunteed
To rot, and clearly, too much spiritual vulnerability
Says more about you than about me and

If Mohammed was a woman, with those words, would
I still think of you, considered through the soul
And not appearence, although those followers, I'm unsure
Because followers are dangerous and all in all unpure

You know, G-d doesn't demand that I follow him
So why should I follow you, there's a choice all mine
And Mohammed never asked that I honour him
Which shows he's no woman for sure

and peace be upon him, for there is no G-d but Allah, and Mohammed, is one of his messengers.Go

--- 11. I believe in Bob Marley

Sun is Shining - COuld you be Loved
We're Jammin and I'm hurting inside
another Buffalo Soldier

Wasting my life
If self love is sacred and
Better known as confidence
Than certainty is complete
Impossibility I won't believe
I believe in Bob Marley

The Weather is Sweet - Could I be Loved
Till the jam is through and I'm hurting inside
Another Buffalo soldier

Wasting my time
If worls love is sacred and
better known as religiousness
Than world religiousness is complete
Impossibility broken local autonomy
Everyone a slave and you cannot even
Just free the weed, you've got to free
Me, and believe in yourself, but I
I believe in Bob Marley

--- 12. A Good Idea

A Good idea well expressed
is second next to G-dliness
But explain exactly what's
A Good Idea? Because it works
Doesn't mean a thing what is clear
To reap as is sown - they let nothing
Grow, from hatred to Gold cause hatred
Is profitable and always a Good Idea when
Belief can make and then unmake a heart
And confusion is fear of clarity

Cause if all love idealised could mean
Genocides to your eyes and misery too
Many heart set up in dead vein futility
Reliving their deaths in their dreams
And if I could speak forever, how could
Anyone know me, anything lacking mystery
Holds no hatred or interest and please
Tell me what's a Good Idea?

--- 13. Purple Sky

Halfway Red, Halfway Blue
There's no stars in the sky
Yet it's so endless
And ending now

Flames gaze rearrange the radiation down
Horizon floods perpetually in love seasonally
Acleft Unseen So early to early to late with
Only three days consistency between

There's a purple sky
And alone in memory
I left at 5.30, again
Maybe doing the wrong thing, at the wrong, time

Yet in a Purple Sky
Slowly turning blue
I turned it around
I thought of you

Down radiation rearranged flamed hazed
Horizon floods perpetually out of love
Always late to late to early and only
Three days consistency inbetween when
There's a Purple Sky.

--- 14. TV Licence Intelligence

£200 a year to recieve signals flying free
To allow products and services advertised to me
Insulting general intelligence and exploit the premise
Never alone, here's the whore of Babylon, watching

You, Watching, Me
Sacred silence raped
Because you're worth less
In TV licence intelligence

A Subscription service cheap! fastfwd the Ads
Or they will have your mind by the Nads
Consumerist utopia The overabundence of reality
That seems illusionary and scary - and stupid

To be adored, by the whore of Babylon
On CCTV Broadcast watching you watching me
Sacred Silence Raped, Because you are worthless
In TV licence intelligence.

--- 15. This is NOT my England. This is NOT: Your Jerusalem

Communistic acrimony encumbering the left of me
Capital stupidity confuses all the right
What decades do to a nation forever loved
Feral children run around and the patients
Are running the asylum aground and

This is NOT my England
This is NOT your Jerusalem
Are You Hearing the headline
England bans Nationalism
My fucking English Arse
Life in the land of the Farce
And Carry on, Hoping
This will be a classless society
This is not your Jerusalem and
Never will be with contrary
Heretics from North to Irish sea

Camilla, don't you crave, a
Little something beyond the glamour
A Scintillating thought, You
And the Queen together

The Crown isn't a family
It's a fuckhead fraternity
A Committee of Imbeciles and
Socialist proxies controlling
Nothing

This is NOT Your England
This is NoT your Jerusalem

And Congestion charges we love thee
How else to allow the rich to drive free
And it takes great courage to crush the weak
But then the rich and greedy don't even know

Stuck Shopping in Marks and Spencers a Fait Accompli
William don't you ever crave, for a life less brave
To smoke superskunk with brothers take life lessons
Less often reconised, this emerald island before your eyes:

This is Not Your England
This is Not Your Jerusalem

Communistic acrimony encumbering the right of me
Capital stupidity confuses all that's left
What decades do to a nation forever loved
Feral children run around and the patients
Are running the asylum aground and

This is NOT my England
This is NOT your Jerusalem

--- 16. Keys, Lighter, Lager

On dangerous and sacrament
Never rich with such things
What do you do when desire sings
Do you go for a walk?

Do you walk in places
Decent people wouldn't breathe
What do you do when desire sings
Do you drop everything and leave

Keys, Lighter, Lager

Travel light travel free
oystercards optionally
What to do when desire sings
What to do in a day without sun

Lateness is greatness and confusion
Reigns supreme with dissonance the
Great possibility of brilliance to just
Drop everything, when desire sings

Keys, Lighter, Lager
Everything
Now....anyway...
Do you want Fries with that?

 
--- 17. Lexicalization - linguistic purity

Adore - Controversy: Freedom by Chains
Hatred - Equinemity: Poison of Brains
Logic - Disharmony: Intelligent Autopsy
Humour - Coldness: Dispassion of Rationale

Looking through words
Sensing by the lines
Touching with dual meaning
Touched up for gramattical crimes

And Lexicalization
Bottomless
Bromide to mind
Importence in the rhythmn
Innocent children in time
In nothingness such excitement
Etherial hype and killing trees
Smashing up pens smeared inks
Coughing up simplest tripe
Seeking Linguistic Purity
In words so fucking dirty

--- 18. Pretentious

Oh Precious - too precious
To ever be - pretentious
Honestly why in simplicity

And is it pretentious to say
I'd die to enforce your ways
If only they wasn't brutally
Forced upon me but participation
Is Pretentious

Come round and watch TV
Bigbrothers on but nothings
Going on generally celebrity
Fantastically Gay - Pretentious

Come see the Gospel espoused
According to Jeremy Kyle
And Dictated by the BBFC
Anywhere you go watched

Pretentiously and precious
Total information overload
Isn't power precious and
So much pressure simplicity

No Government will control me
No Corporation own me
No charity console me
For pretentiously life be
Too fucking precious to
Simply be - pretentious
To pretend to know
Anything of G-ds Plans.