Ddot
I heard a rumour
That Ddot is still god
I don’t know if it’s true
There’s been happening odd things
And tonight I was thinking
Very odd thoughts
Blood and electricity are bouncing in my brains
I have eaten far too much chocolate
So I hid them
I’m trying to forget where
But it’s so FUCKING hard
Or like they say on the TV nowadays
But it’s so FREAKING hard
Maelstorm is tearing me along it
Oh so honey clap your hands
Now I can’t remember my odd thoughts
But you know it can’t be anything more psychotic than
splitting your head in two with an axe babe
Oh no honey I’m not gonna do that
Oh no honey I’m just dreaming
Just dreaming… but you never can be too sure
Evil Femme Fatale
shallow femme fatale
stepped in my world
had a whip lash and golden eyes
she smoked and used cigarette-holder
she wondered around my home
in her white angel dress
cigarette-holder in other hand and whip in other
i wasn’t sure at all
would i want her to be around
i mean she was pretty dangerous sight
and i did entrench myself in the bedroom
i had my ice hockey gear on me
luckily i was a goalkeeper
and we can handle anything
my buddy called
i told everything
he said maybe the femme fatale just wanted to fuck
no way i wanted that
she might be like black widows and kill me
i peeked carefully behind the door
she was making food
something red
when she dried her hands in towel
where was my dog, Blackie Lawless
“Blackie” i whispered “Come here”
he did not come
she had cooked my Blackie
i returned in bedroom to grieve
and to build a gun or something
like MacGyver on tv
when she came there
with the poisoned dog dinner
that evil woman said only
“Here’s your dinner, chicken the way you like it.
I took kids and Blackie to my mom.
You can play your pervert sex games alone now on.”
and she went
that evil femme fatale
with shallow mind
IT
It’s quite normal
With a black eye
Fought for the human rights
Did get nothing
In this cold world of war and hate
It eats grass and tells lies of history
There’s no space for things like it
It had thrown away from the hills of the HOLLYWOOD
And now it lives in the shadow of ‘W’
It eats caviar from a plastic box and drinks champagne from a carton
It dresses like the king of the no ones
Time had gone past it in year one ‘n’ two
There’s no space for things like it
Horoscope is saying ‘better give up’
So there’s no it anymore
Did you see it ever I suppose not
Well you didn’t lose anything
Old plastic boxes and rotten champagne cartons
Is all what is left
Johnny
Johnny was young
Johnny was in love
Johnny had his man
His love his Ed
Johnny had revolution
He was a rebel
Mommy didn’t like,
neither did Daddy
He had his revolution
He wanted to be free
Let the moon dust cover him
Time was time of freedom
But not for Johnny and Johnny’s love
So Johnny Boy was rebel
Ed was beauty
Ed was football player
He was in the closet
Ed had girl friend Linda
And everybody loved them
They were heroes
Oh if the world would have known
Who was sleeping in the bed with him
Oh if they would have known
Johnny loved Ed
There wasn’t time for their love
Years go fast
Johnny married Ann
Two kids and dog
So happy when you looked at them
But they were strangers when they met
And they are stranger today
Sleeping different beds
Making each others miserable every day
Having sex with others
Digging grave
Johnny miss Ed
A Normal Toilet Tissue
When I saw you first time
I fell in love to your teeth
I fell in love to your watch
with green clock board
I also fell in love to your beautiful hairs
Color of normal toilet tissue
Not white not so grey
And I thought nothing
What would I have thought
I hadn’t seen you long time
Too long
I had almost forgotten you
You were still the same
And I remembered the past
But I was changed
I had new direction
You weren’t there
I remember
/ 9.3.2003 /
Queer
You’re a queer
Wild beast of hell
Dressing like transvestite
So out of mode you are
But still so trend
Isn’t it weird, my darlin’
Mums and Dads wracked their brains
When they wonder are you a boy or a girl
Bad for their little ones?
And wonder, You Are, my darlin’
Oh yes, you’re the queer
Weird and sex
You may be ridiculous
But always with the serious face
You may love man
But I find you loving woman
Are you sure about yourself, my darlin’
My darling
They say you’re top all (Are they, my darling?)
They say you’re one (Are they, my darling?)
They killed you (Did they really, my darling?)
And you didn’t care (Didn’t you, my darling? Why?)
My darling, you were rebellious
You did change the world, my darling
Why you’re now like old milk, my darling?
Queer (too)
You’re a queer
Wild beast of hell
Dressing like a transvestite
Out of mode you are
But still so trend
Mums and Dads wracked their brains
When they wonder are you a boy or a girl
Bad for their little ones?
Oh yes, You Are, Queer
Weird and sex
You may be ridiculous
But always with the serious face
You might love man
But I find you loving woman
You’re trying to be like young Rimbaud
They say you’re top of all
They say you’re one
Then they killed you
And you didn’t care
Now you’re old queer
Ugly transvestite
Not so man not so woman
You were somebody, now… nobody
Saint Peacocks
Pretending thru the time
Strings playing deathsong for saint tonight
I stand on the gate of stary garden
Violinists cry and red carpet floods
Our secret lives won’t open
Not even this morning
Flaming sun rises in the vault covered of ash
Hold my hand when I’m alone
Expose yourself
Take off the black glasses
So we see the deepness of soul
And shallowness of reality
Strip yourself peacock
Leave feathers home
Cos they don’t like orchids
Shed in reality
Let strings cry
They do it by their own will
Seul
Je suis gigolo
Je vais donne du plaisir pour vous
Je vends moi-même
Je me sens facile
Bien que je sois cher
Mais qu’est ce que j’obtiens
Excepté de l’argent
Et l’argent ne marque pas tout
Quand tu es seul
She Is She. What a Scandal!
That drag queen
The most beautiful thing
I’ve ever seen
Those legs, those eyes, those face
He looks so real
But oh my goddess
He is real
He’s not he
He is she
Oh my goddess what a scandal!
SunFlower
All the sun flowers are looking to sun
Why don’t you, why you’re looking to moon
Darling, are you bit rebel
Do you want more
Are you thinking with your own brains
Th3(#its12). estosterone
I know this boy
He’s bit she
Not much
But they call him she
He’s thin and beautiful
Like a model
He’s like Naomi
Added some guy
Hi pretty Baby
They yell to him
And he hates that
So he eats testosterone
These Middle-aged Animals
I think my question is quite fare
Why in the name of all the spirits
Middle-aged men are surely
The most stupid creatures on earth
What makes them think
It’s quite alright and infact acceptable
To be an asshole
I do understand, summer’s hot, life’s hard
And it’s nice to throw the shirt off
And act like a boar
Well not really, I don’t understand it
I mean my life’s hard too and I won’t act like an animal
Sorry not wanting to be an evil bitch but
I don’t really like to watch
Overweight hairy chest drunken men
Who imagine they’re still in their twenies
Still oh so attractive
And these over macho fellows drool
When they see a kid
Young and sweet, might be their child
And they do all they can
to embarrass their wives and children
Cos the middle-aged men have
the licence to do what ever they will
And I only wish and I truly wish
I never have to spend rest of my life with one of them
Young And Beautiful
She was young, she was beautiful
And she was wanting something
But she didn’t know what
She was looking everything
Like she would have wanted it
But she didn’t know what
Ask anything
She knows nothing
She was wanting nothing and all
Now she is old and she is ugly
And she has all
But she is still wanting
And she doesn’t know what
She has money
And she has everything you can buy
Still she is thinking
Something missing
But she doesn’t know
