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A Happy Kind Of High

I know that there’s no dealing
With the way I’m feeling
I’m so out of touch with everyone 
And everything’s a blur to me…

~*~

I’m super high on happy

The dopamine nearly kills me

Bouncing like an excited puppy

Smiling wears me all the way to revelry

Slightly crazy, mostly high

But right now I’m too stupid to die

I may have ditched the walk to town

But playing sour notes won’t get me down

I could talk about love all day

But don’t get me wrong, ‘cause it’s easier to say

Than to complain about my cold coffee

The sugar tastes sweet, laughing over candy

I’ll never be royal and I don’t wish for gold

But I just don’t want to do as I’m told

I might have missed another point

But keep your eyes off me until you appoint

Life in blue and colour-coded pastel

The empty picture frames I have can go to hell

I may be tired, but there ain’t nothing to it

And I won’t stare and quietly sit

Because I love songs that scream, songs that dream

Songs with titles ripping at the cover’s seams

I love songs that I can dance to at the top of my lungs

And songs that don’t make any sense, I won’t leave them unsung

Made in America, from Houston to California

A wild party in Baltimore, childish theme parks in Florida

From Australia to England, each road and tour a trip

For each minute I walk and listen, ain’t anything I’d skip

I’m dizzy and frisky on this unfamiliar feeling

My hands raised in devil signs, my feet touching the ceiling

I’m confused, almost passing out from hysteric serotonin

But still I want more, enough to take me all the way to heaven

I’m super high on happy, and I will write a million words

About my eccentric thoughts in this square-cut world

Because I may be sad all the time, but that doesn’t mean

That I’m not allowed to have fun, and in the rarest times that I do

It’s more than what I need to carry on and crave life again.

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The Drama Queens Called, They Want Their Bullshit Back

You can call me little Miss Piss with a kiss
And after all this the rest is all bullshit
And you love it, you love it
You love it, you love it…

~*~

Oh blah blah blah

You think you’re so special

Doing what thousands do

Glorified, you’re fucking mental

It’s satisfying, isn’t it?

When there’s no point to it

All you’re doing is being an attention whore

Doing it for the sake of bullshit

And I’m so very glad

That I handed you the keys

That would lock you in this transgression

And you didn’t say thanks or please

But it’s fine, it’s fine

I enjoy hearing your little chatter

When you’re crying out a fucking puddle

Then say you’re drowning underwater

So blah blah blah and etcetera

Good girl gone bad, oh, ain’t she just special?

But beneath all your overblown hysteria

You’re just another pitiful pathetic liar.

~*~

Say no to brains, it’s a no-brainer
Lowest common denominator
It pays the bills to be this sterile
Fuck me now, rip me off later
And you love it, you love it
After this the rest is all bullshit…

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Freaks & Geeks

Concrete dream (hey!)
I’m gonna make a scene
The radio, covered in gasoline
Sleeping in reverse and
Everybody’s bouncing off the walls…

~*~

Don’t blink twice

History repeats itself

There’s fire on the ice

And on anarchic wealth

The freaks are loose

Let’s make a stupid bet

I’m talking nonsense

A secret alphabet

There’s rocks in our pockets

And concrete in our feet

We’re sinking faster

Than the fucking Titanic

We creeps crawl along

And knock at your doors

But open up please

We won’t be a religion bore

We’re weirdos of nature

Here to instill ideologies now

Hell, what you got to lose?

Earth’s screwed anyhow

The darker prospects

Of their patriotic riot mage

And skyscrapers falling

A catastrophic mobile rage

A screaming memory

Of the blackout and blitz

Punk rockers sing

For the revolver misfits

A thousand cries

Of a silent conspiracy

The stereo blasting news

For a planet gone crazy

There’s no future, no promise

No talk of change

Only soul selling compromise

And cold spare change

We live in troubled times

No emotion of fair

Everyone’s hurrying up

To beat the queue on Times Square

In an infected world

So few refuse contagion

We are the soldiers of sanity

Without a metal weapon

Bleeding from the wreckage

Inhaling poison gasses

But they won’t kill the geeks

We’ll save the masses

We won’t start the revolution

We sure as hell ain’t a final solution

But we’re the modern paranoia

And we will infect you with hysteria.

~*~

‘Cause it’s all that I want
And I want to be free
I got Satan riding next to me
‘Cause we’re all bloody freaks
And we’ll give you the creeps
Chasing fireflies and zeroes…

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Transpierce the Roquelaure

Velvety bands of scarlet strychnine

Incite lips of gold against thorazine

Corpses pile, mental confidentiality

Jealousy and regret shatters sanity

An aftertaste as sweet as medicine

Internal communication last beyond

Menageries and cold sloppy seconds

Ebullience like whirlpools in a stream

Tallahassee sunset, tinctured chancel

Obstructions for his reptilian affinities

Neverwhere, of wars among the stars

Younger than the universe of infinities

Miracles about brotherly camaraderie

Incidents of an instrument symphony

Knives they kept, but allayed hysteria

End; a team of four repose in California.

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