Li-i-i-iar, you're thinking about yourself again
self-preserve and pass it off as love for your fellow man
A Psychic with no insights as to where or when
I'm taking flight let's work towards my pension plan
All trade routes disconcertingly lead back to you
You're shipping the goods but they're tainted by your self-preserves
you've got the monopoly
clear channel clear conscience
pass my water clear
I try my best to pretend I care
support the corps' power
I want
I run a steady ship,
pass on my genes
instil them with my `au contraires'
let's sit on leather seats, you should be aware
status symbols make me worth something
Trafficking of love, let's go onto the ring road
Li-i-i iar, you're' thinking about yourself again
Kaftan
Can I be recognised?
settle with a wife?
am I eligible for a tax credit?
a narcissist be's me, but I'm not my type
I talk too much bollocks on the internet.
Never question why I'm here
Just try hard to adhere
if I catch a virus, "it's got a nerve"
carry on regardless,
I have the courage to have no knowledge of the outside world
kick me up the proverbial, kick me x2
my apathy will start a turf war, kick me
stocking up on my self-preserve
to do all I can to preserve myself
A man in a Kaftan, bares no resemblance to myself
I'll knock him down in the proverbial sense
Li-i-i-iar, you're thinking about yourself again
Let's self-preserve and leave the debt for the future man
A Psychic with no insights as to where or when
I'm in-flight let's work together... towards my pension plan
Li-i-i-iar, you're thinking about yourself again
Inspired cos you're better than the underclass
Self preserve those in glass houses shouldn't cut through glass
© Dirge K 2005
I’ve been here once before
now here’s a simile
I’ve been here once before
now here’s a simile
Sea lions line the shore
like the saline ruins we were
another maelstrom on its way
submerge the sea lions in the water
and break me up
tow me away, break me up
tow me away, break me up
Sai baba, what’ve you done to me, my lover?
It’s a fait a complis
Sai baba, what’ve you done to me, my lover?
My lover.
I’ve been here once before
now here’s a simile
I’ve been here once before
now here’s a simile
Sea lions like milestones
beedy eyes and sea burials.
you can’t see
sea lions have caught the drift
submerge passions in the water
and break me up.
I’ve been here once before
now here’s a simile
I’ve been here once before
now here’s a simile
Sea lions line the shore
This time we can endure
submerge me in your arms
and break me up.
© Dirge K 2003
I’m an oddity, a fully fledged oddity
No mother could ever love me
Have you ever seen an odder oddity
I’m an oddity
what could you do with me?
have you ever seen an odder oddity?
Neurotic, morose navelgazer if ever there was
I swan around like there’s no tomorrow,
I paint the town a shade of terracotta
I don’t like funny business
I’ll give the fringe a miss this year,
cos I’m in fear
© Dirge K 2004
Č
body's breaking down
carte blanche,
something's
pushed me over the limit
(call a (pyschic) surgeon)
emergency!
I need a double-liver
quick
transplant it,
pivot round to face me
and catch me should I surge up and sink
my body's headed for a break
down-sized it's a
degenerative state
the iron bones no longer hold
my brown cara‡-a-i-o
parroting
this excessive thought process
but if I overdose I'm sure you'll muscle-in
and, the strangest thing about it is that I'm tee-total
nothing has crossed my gyppo lips
I'm in a deep dreamless sleep
cryptococcosis get me a hypnotist
can they convince me it's my mind that's weak?
how in the world will they ever find it?
chorus
heavenly host, how can I be a heavenly host
falling apart at the seams
when there's a demon running riot inside of me?
chorus
Take me to a place with ladies in white overalls
drug me senseless at a rate of knots until it makes no odds
© Dirge K 2005
I’m surrounded by people trying to be like - minded
can I convince you of my ba’athist regime?
a one man state on the site of some dormant volc-rock
I’m resident psychiatrist
I’ll stir the stick
of hate and doubt
can’t you just accept that you aren’t loved?
what makes you think you deserve it
you’re a piece of work
it’s cognizant
got no metal
it’s arrogant
`i’m not a child prodigy
in fact I’ve stagnated
lost it back in 99
just backdate this, I’ll bridge the deficit
I’m not territorial
but suffice to say get off my patch
don’t you know you’re trespassing on volcanic ash?
Jimmy Randi won’t you join my ba’athist regime?
Gary shandling
armando Iannucci
nellie mckay
nicki
ibagbit
all of you corpses won’t you join my ba’athist regime?
© Dirge K 2005
Sittin on a bus, fastidiously watching
Them go by in a rush
cars, pushchairs, trucks...
And there's carnage on the 4th street corner
Don't know if I oughta stop or abscond
All I'd salvage is a precision flux gun.
See how they run
from a
Precision flux gun.
And they caught me necromancin
On a plantation in the midst
of plantin
Items from a canteen.
I saw the farmer's daughter
heavily retaining water Algorithm for a precision flux gun.
See how they run
from a
Precision flux gun.
So I took a trip along the Aswan dam
Where traders casually swam.
What would it be to see a man drown
Who was idly shipping a flux vector drive
from Taiwan?
Found in Precision flux guns.
Lover laid flaxen
My flux is far too taxing.
© DirgeK 2002
my pursuer is eddying
through the sluice, it's steadying
at her pleasure, mr.dopamine
you flows through her; eddying
if you solicit my emotion it'll set in motion a pell-mell
just as well, the coroner saw fit to have me jettisoned
solicit emotion; you cause a pell-mell
it's just as well she's eddying
set it in motion, you'll cause a pell-mell
they've missed the net she is jettisoned
i dare say he would, i day say he would
use me
it's eluded me for the first time
the twin-worlds of obey then bruise me
collude with fate for the first time
an invitation to obey then bruise me
© DirgeK 2005
i don’t look like the others,
deathbed scenes recovered under the ellipse
of my eyes
and sown into my body; the corpus delicti
are some men versatile?
effervescent entrance he happens to perch
in the emptiness of my aisle
my head’s reeling now I’ve got this feeling he’s
a spirit instilling
some men are versatile.
you’re business minded can you see i’m hardly an icer rising?
in fact I’m getting colder but that’s hardly surprising, your warmth is diverted
are some men versa...
nefarious scenes in a side street
sultry eyes and twisted mouth...
they say he’s got a face it’s been a million places
they say he’s got a face that evades the lights
sat in a studio prepared to break the silence
are some men versatile?
you’re sure you’ve seen him before once or twice he’s
seeped into your deepest recess
sat in his office prepared to break the markets
are some men versatile?
© 2003 Dirge K
this ain't a comfy living environment,
while my bricks and mortar surround
claustrophobic
the adjoining buildings aren't sharing the burden
brick by brick I'm entombed
in a round-about way I'm saying give me some space
my bricks and mortar
my paranoia is not out of proportion
check the blueprints that you have laid
i'm a paranoid girl,
when I'm outside duelling with passing cars
hoping they'll clear me some space
my bricks and mortar are shook to their foundations
this is what the voices say
there's no sense of community in the place
neighbours infest the surrounds
I'm hoping the sealant wears away
I hope all the bricks fall down
© Dirge K 2004
Vascular divine.
All and sundry sepulchre
Mother superior design.
Eye-strain, I struggle for the
Sense to fight.
Bloodshot on a Sunday,
Someday I might.
Bloodshot on a Sunday,
All that way to drive.
Avoiding the hoi polloi
Paranoid, vitreous whites.
Drugged up to `er conjunctiva
Like a clear mark of disguise.
Bloodshot on a Sunday,
Striat-iae skies.
Could it be...
An evil optician opting to siphon a toxin?
Could it be...
The concept of the eye of a needle coming to haunt me?
Bloodshot on a Sunday,
Viper-like align.
The venomous after-taste
Takes a month or two, to
Transpire.
And so on an axis
Of myopic aching
Sans remiss,
This steadfast
Bloodshot on a Sunday
Is my last.
Could it be...
An evil optician opting to siphon a toxin?
Could it be...
The concept of the eye of a needle coming to haunt me?
© Dirge K 2005
I switch off when you talk
‘cause everything you say is cold.
I switch off when you talk
It’s my only rebate
I switch off when you talk
To save myself an auricle
I switch off when you talk
It’s my only escape.
Call me absent-minded if you like...
I’d rather be absent - aversion diatribe
I’m already duplicitous
pretend I’m listening
I’m already duplicitous
pretend I’m listening to verbal switches
if you listened closer to the echo you impose you’d decode and diagnose psychiatric playing fields
echopraxia
but you switch off when you talk
‘cause when you communicate
it’s intercepted by sadistic streams
desire to remonstrate
So I switch off when you talk
To save myself an auricle
I switch off when you talk
My only escape.
‘Cause when I was attuned...
I’m sure I heard you deplore
my every move
so now I’m beta-blocked
you’re free to turn him on
you’re free to turn him on
you’re free to turn him on
I’m already duplicitous
pretend I’m listening
I’m already duplicitous
pretend I’m listening to verbal switches
if you listened closer to the echo you impose you’d decode and diagnose psychiatric playing fields
So I switch off when you talk
‘Cause everything you say is cold
I switch off when you talk
My only rebate.
I switch off when you talk
To save myself an auricle
Switch off when you talk
My only escape.
© Dirge K 2005
39 strides,
towards a sensibility
but we have yet to set our sights
beyond this singhalese
-imbecilic girl-
invectives make no sense
take it on an impulse baby
incur a thousand debts
39 asides,
your parents are downstairs
take 10 feet back and cry
`no affection' ain't negligence
-do it or fuck off-
these invectives make no sense
take it on an impulse baby
incur a thousand debts
39 half-lives
in the first quarter
you're one stimulant shy,
drink it drink it drink it down with water.
-you're making it all up-
that one made even less
take it on an impulse baby
incur a thousand debts
© Dirge K 2003
(you’re not the only) psycho
An hereafter affair
This time must be the last
I’m no apidistra
No foliage, no supporting cast
I get no response
when I tell it to stop
A fine display of machismo
Means I miss the block
I’m on borrowed time
you’re not the only psycho
whose hung me out to dry
I’m on borrowed time
I get no peace
there’s no hiatus for the struck dumb
they don’t understand when I speak
my argot is
retractable tongue
are they asleep?
that’s when I’ll head for the brink
I see no stirring
what do you think?
honey cough it all up
who says reflux is dead? If it
swells to the size of a golf ball
I think we should put it to bed
I get no response
when I tell it to stop
A fine display of double-dutch
Has got me watching the clock
Are ya?
Are ya?
Are ya?
A careful listener?
I’m no apidistra
I feel a caressing zephyr
but I’m not happy
I’m not happy... yet
careful listener
i’m no apidistra
caressing zephyr
i’m no apidistra
not a happy
let’s have a lovely psycho reminiscence
coughing (playful) up my sense
careful, quoted verbatim
this could make you quite depressed
© Dirge K 2005
you wanna fight with angela? do ya?
it's deceptive
she looks like a featherweight
the further away you get
you wanna be uncouth to angela? do ya?
well the truth
she'd sooner rue for
a man with human hair
just be sure to not fall in love with angela
she likes to
moonlight her affairs
in the open air
despite these warnings he fawned over angela
following her
to her favourite shopping centre
you should have seen his face, cat who'd got the cream
she disrobes in the most inappropriate place
she won't leave
until she's received at least a warm applause
it goes deep
the root cause is known to few of course
angela is out to get history rewritten, cos
she once lost to her mother in a stripping competition
© Dirge K 2005
I'm yielding to you but I'm borderline
Having just noticed the curve of my spine
while I'm yielding to you, and performance is down
I think I know where she was coming from
Dont' want to rush you now x4
Amy Gonzalez didn't like the service
decided to leave of her own accordance
Still yielding to you on the periphery
like mothers who shun their young when they're weak
From childhood to death can seem far too long
Amy I know where you were coming from
Dont' want to rush you now x4
Amy Gonzalez didn't like the service
it could be said she was a shrewd observer
boiled life down to a simple rubric
then decided to leave of her own accordance
© Dirge K 2005
I could subjugate an inveterate thief
set on stealing my ID
I’d confound him by leasing my identity for free
be he a peeping tom who makes
an ignominious fool of himself
or a recidivistic scapegrace
who marauds around with a fraudulent passport face
dacoity doesn’t daunt me
That’s why Amille and I
guard my base, base
Amille and I and our
folie à deux, deux
will you answer me with mordant levity?
like you do when you proceed to
run your rings around me?
but I’m not one to supplicate
should I come right out and say it?
dyonisian pleasures... crafted body tremors
will you defame me? accuse me? negate me?
I know when you deign to commentate
when you come right out and say it
as with the glimpses of contempt you show to sorrorities,
that you see me as a trite, not a treatable case.
you see me as a trite, not a treatable case
© Dirge K 2005