Early Poetry
Page Two
Push the Chair Over
Low class girl from a high class family
Looking at me from her high chair
You think you're smart the way you dress
And wrap your finger round in your hair
Look at me and try to think
Past the point of snobbery
You can't can you cause your hollow
Just like a dead old tree
You don't know just what to think
But you won't stretch your mind
Like a clock that never stops
But can still only tell the time
Don't you try to put me down with insults
About low class scum and drunken bums
Cause I come from the real world
And try to change it, I don't run
You've got good looks but a burnt out shell
Heaven on the outside but inside you're hell
Did I touch a nerve about who you are
There is still a chance for you but very far
You're a blind tree in the forest
A dead star in the sky
It's time to be reborn
Wake up open your eyes
Your eyes are now lit up
As sweet as a buttercup
Now we can stroll by the trees
Look at the falling leaves
Laugh with no hesitation
See the doors of your destination
Looking at me from her high chair
You think you're smart the way you dress
And wrap your finger round in your hair
Look at me and try to think
Past the point of snobbery
You can't can you cause your hollow
Just like a dead old tree
You don't know just what to think
But you won't stretch your mind
Like a clock that never stops
But can still only tell the time
Don't you try to put me down with insults
About low class scum and drunken bums
Cause I come from the real world
And try to change it, I don't run
You've got good looks but a burnt out shell
Heaven on the outside but inside you're hell
Did I touch a nerve about who you are
There is still a chance for you but very far
You're a blind tree in the forest
A dead star in the sky
It's time to be reborn
Wake up open your eyes
Your eyes are now lit up
As sweet as a buttercup
Now we can stroll by the trees
Look at the falling leaves
Laugh with no hesitation
See the doors of your destination
Turning Point
Where do I go from where I'm at
When do I start making tracks
How do I know when I'm heading right
Should I try and escape tonight
Life is like a pot plant spreading it's leaves
Like a person choosing a track
But when the leaves don't grow anymore
Can a person only turn back
How many chances have I let pass by
Should I have followed the rich who never cry
Should I have studied hard and got a degree
Maybe I'm right just being me
Life is like a tunnel with a tiny hole at the end
From the wide end a baby is shot from a gun
A crooked shot hits the wall and there life stands
The rich and famous sail through to wine and sun
So will the right course present itself to me
Or should I leap ahead and search the land and sea
But then while I was searching and feeling all alone
Would my future knock and find I wasn't home
Life is like a meteor flying through the night
Like a young boy from home he has fled
One day an aimless meteor will burn out in mid flight
An unknown old man has dropped down dead
When do I start making tracks
How do I know when I'm heading right
Should I try and escape tonight
Life is like a pot plant spreading it's leaves
Like a person choosing a track
But when the leaves don't grow anymore
Can a person only turn back
How many chances have I let pass by
Should I have followed the rich who never cry
Should I have studied hard and got a degree
Maybe I'm right just being me
Life is like a tunnel with a tiny hole at the end
From the wide end a baby is shot from a gun
A crooked shot hits the wall and there life stands
The rich and famous sail through to wine and sun
So will the right course present itself to me
Or should I leap ahead and search the land and sea
But then while I was searching and feeling all alone
Would my future knock and find I wasn't home
Life is like a meteor flying through the night
Like a young boy from home he has fled
One day an aimless meteor will burn out in mid flight
An unknown old man has dropped down dead
It Gets Steeper
I'm fighting my way up the mountain
There's many miles to go
I'm still down here near the bottom
Where progress is very slow
There is no way I'm going back down
I'll reach the pinnacle yet
I'll only lose if I fall down
But that's a choice I choose to forget
I thought it was easy to reach the top
I was gonna breeze up and never stop
I haven't got the odds or the will of the Gods
But I'm not going back to join the mobs
I'm fighting against the ocean
In a little rubber raft
Trying to paddle with all my strength
But getting pulled back just as fast
Yonder I see a storm brewing
But I know where I'm trying to get
Closer I see the waves stewing
And I'm still sure I'll get there yet
I thought it was easy to reach the top
I was gonna breeze up and never stop
I haven't got the odds or the will of the Gods
But I'm not going back to join the mobs
There's many miles to go
I'm still down here near the bottom
Where progress is very slow
There is no way I'm going back down
I'll reach the pinnacle yet
I'll only lose if I fall down
But that's a choice I choose to forget
I thought it was easy to reach the top
I was gonna breeze up and never stop
I haven't got the odds or the will of the Gods
But I'm not going back to join the mobs
I'm fighting against the ocean
In a little rubber raft
Trying to paddle with all my strength
But getting pulled back just as fast
Yonder I see a storm brewing
But I know where I'm trying to get
Closer I see the waves stewing
And I'm still sure I'll get there yet
I thought it was easy to reach the top
I was gonna breeze up and never stop
I haven't got the odds or the will of the Gods
But I'm not going back to join the mobs
Suburbia
Squeeze on the train bound for town
Catch the peoples thoughtless stare
School kids squeals the only sound
The passengers don't care
Home again as I walk down the street
The cars on the highway an irregular beat
Away in the distance a record is blaring
A kid plays marbles on the path with ball bearings
Can I gaze out on the country
Can I see the lights of the city
Should I climb a tree
I'm out in the suburbs, where should I be
Is life in the city where people are shoved
Or out in the country where animals rot
Is it found in the suburbs where children are loved
While leading a life that their parents forgot
Oldies sit on a verandah taking in the view
Of a house across the street
To a room where children take off their shoes
And tickle each others feet
Can I gaze out on the country
Can I see the lights of the city
Should I go fast, should I go slow
Where should I go I really don't know
Catch the peoples thoughtless stare
School kids squeals the only sound
The passengers don't care
Home again as I walk down the street
The cars on the highway an irregular beat
Away in the distance a record is blaring
A kid plays marbles on the path with ball bearings
Can I gaze out on the country
Can I see the lights of the city
Should I climb a tree
I'm out in the suburbs, where should I be
Is life in the city where people are shoved
Or out in the country where animals rot
Is it found in the suburbs where children are loved
While leading a life that their parents forgot
Oldies sit on a verandah taking in the view
Of a house across the street
To a room where children take off their shoes
And tickle each others feet
Can I gaze out on the country
Can I see the lights of the city
Should I go fast, should I go slow
Where should I go I really don't know
Human Conveyor Belt
Ratt atatt Tat Ratt attatt Tat
The train rolls along the railway track
Expressionless people gaze out at the scenery
Dismissing the noise of the grinding machinery
The puppets on strings bounce around in their seats
Standers sway like drunks almost falling asleep
The executives sit back reading the news
But not really caring for anyone's views
Is this the way
To use up our time
Every day
On the railway line
The train rolls along the railway track
Expressionless people gaze out at the scenery
Dismissing the noise of the grinding machinery
The puppets on strings bounce around in their seats
Standers sway like drunks almost falling asleep
The executives sit back reading the news
But not really caring for anyone's views
Is this the way
To use up our time
Every day
On the railway line
One More Chance
I saw her standing there
Pulling back her long blond hair
With her eyes glowing in the light
She was a beautiful sight
Although she could not speak
And her limbs were a little weak
What can you expect from radiation
Hers was a good mutation
Some did not look so good
They might have only half a nose
Some can't eat their food
And some have crumbling toes
At least we are satisfied
Now life is free
And although a lot of people died
There is still a chance for me
Pulling back her long blond hair
With her eyes glowing in the light
She was a beautiful sight
Although she could not speak
And her limbs were a little weak
What can you expect from radiation
Hers was a good mutation
Some did not look so good
They might have only half a nose
Some can't eat their food
And some have crumbling toes
At least we are satisfied
Now life is free
And although a lot of people died
There is still a chance for me
A Search For Happiness
The buildings would sway from side to side
The footpath felt like a giant slide
I tried to get up but found I was stuck
I was sliding around in some ugly muck
I managed to scramble to my feet
Ready to do battle with the oncoming street
From left to right my legs would go
I wasn't going fast but couldn't go slow
Over a bridge I tried to step
I tripped and over a fence I leapt
In the water my body slowly sunk
That's the last time that I will get drunk
The footpath felt like a giant slide
I tried to get up but found I was stuck
I was sliding around in some ugly muck
I managed to scramble to my feet
Ready to do battle with the oncoming street
From left to right my legs would go
I wasn't going fast but couldn't go slow
Over a bridge I tried to step
I tripped and over a fence I leapt
In the water my body slowly sunk
That's the last time that I will get drunk
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