Jan 31
A homeless guy doing his version of Creep, by Radiohead. Pretty good. There is even a MP3 available for download over at PigeonsAndPlanes. Well worth watching, and well worth the attention the guy gets for his performance. Enjoy.
Mustard sings Creep from Rex Kramer on Vimeo.
Jan 30
Jan 30
Pit patter little raindrops keep falling on my window pane
The city calling me out into the night
With promises of pleasures and sweet delight
It’s wrong
It’s oh so wrong
But I want it
To be right
Now you got me walking on the sidewalk
Talking, moving, looking
Stopping
Farting like a dog
Barking
Now the raindrops keep on landing on my face like spelter
Each one branding me
Showing me who I am
…don’t give a damn…
Now you got me walking through the clubland again
Looking through the smiles
Each one a friend
None a dem none a dem
And this is
Oh so
Demanding
Cause at night I have a million dreams and then I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take
Me away from this vanity
From this e-fuelled
Love and insanity
It’s so wrong
It’s so wrong it’s so wrong
But I want it
To be right
Now the day is coming
And the party people start their running home
And if they’ll miss
Being all alone
Leave me out to dry
Hang me on for a line and I’ll tell you no lie
Too much pressure is sending me
And the raindrops land on me
Can’t you see can’t you see can’t you see can’t you see ?
I’m going under
I’m going under I’m going under
And I can’t turn round
I’m going under
I’m going down
…
Pit patter little raindrops keep falling on my window pane
The morning calling me back to bed
Hear what him said
“You’re going under and you can’t turn round”
…
Each flake of life
Flowing through mi vein
Mashing up mi brain
Too much cocaine
…
Pit patter little raindrops keep falling on my window pane
The night time calling me out into the city lights
To wrong my rights
A million lights across the city burn bright
Each one offering pleasure and delight
It’s wrong it’s
Oh
So wrong
But I want it
Please be right
Is it any wonder
I’m going under
I’m going under and I can’t turn round
Jan 23
A court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today
Just my own sin
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel
Screams fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound
My breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around
My face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn
(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We’re all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I hear a thunder in the distance
See a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given
On that sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness
Only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden
And grant me life eternally
Should have been dead
On a Sunday morning
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain’t got no time
(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We’re all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
[Guitar break]
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I’ve created my own prison
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I’ve created my own prison
(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We’re all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We’re all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
Should’ve been dead on a Sunday morning
banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain’t got no time
Jan 23
Peace is what they tell me
Love am I unholy
Lies are what they tell me
Despise you that control me
The peace is dead in my soul
I have blamed the reasons for
My intentions poor
Yes I’m the one who
The only one who
Would carry on this far
Torn, I’m filthy
Born in my own misery
Stole all that you gave me
Control you claim you save me
The peace is dead in my soul
I have blamed the reasons for
My intentions poor
Yes I’m the one who
The only one who
Would carry on this far
Peace in my head
Love in my head
Lies lies lies lies in my head.
The peace is dead in my soul
I have blamed the reasons for
My intentions poor
Yes I’m the one who
The only one who
Would carry on this far
The peace is dead in my soul
I have blamed the reasons for
My intentions poor
Yes I’m the one who
The only one who
Would carry on this far
Jan 20
“What’d you get up to last night?”
“Got wicked drunk.”
“Yeah? Where’d you go?”
“I didn’t go anywhere. I drank at home.”
“You had a party and didn’t invite me? Who showed up?”
“No one. I got drunk by myself.”
“No shit? What’s wrong, man? You wanna talk about it?”
I do wanna talk about it. Not about what my friend wrongly assumed was the dark motivation that would drive me to drink alone, but the very act of drinking alone.
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