Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  what is love now? but for those who've died or left unreliable as a heart eventually it will conk out & so i seek something new something never before felt i feel like i could up & fly & i don't need a reason why

  who am i now i have no soul? do i exist? is this life? every question refering back to a self that if thought of as all would not matter pleasure contains no pain i feel lighter & lightheaded letting go of the past i look forwards to the future birds singing all around blue sky awakening from the grey anyone got any spliff?

  was my prayer faith or fear? jesus ur name arrived later than the dreaming were u there? we know so little us new arrivals were u born of isolation born of revolution is ur revelation the ranting of a centuries later psychotic i am psychotic do i bet on another or the wisdom of those living sustainably with the waters & land there were 3 on the cross like an irish joke what are irish doing here? lives wrapped in plastic marrying other foreigners & throwing bleach down the toilet too neurotic to thoroughly scrub & yet jesus without u in my prayers i'll break my fuckin socialised brain in concert with me heart if i drew a truce why am i with us with a despairing heart heading to oblivion? is it necessary to abandon my dead mate for the sake of life on earth

  does anyone play anymore? how i long to dance barefoot on the grass so much concrete & shuffling of slow heavy feet u were so little it felt surreal to even consider kissing u i felt lonely when we talked but company is better than none cept when the inevitable drama comes which it always does life is brief i wish i could cry myself out of this numbness i had a boner for a month then one day u had no taste

  what was eurydice thinking when she disappeared? wasn't she more woman than a curse? was anything about her real?

  o perversity that has me look back at hell let Orpheus dance will there ever be another Eurydice? the future unwritten too soon too soon & not near enough will do