Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

 i miss you it's bleak here too much concrete too much gossip i need someone to speak from the warped heart not ready made ideology low on cigarettes how are you my love?

  as bad as gordian war monger alexander i feel like i broke the invisible thread that holds the universe together the music of the spheres i am drifting disembodied ears like ai code like an abandoned space station just space junk without a soul just empty words an automaton a cypher god id dead for me id be free float with me nicotine fucking & shostakovich the son of a preacher man agnostic standing for nothing but my appetite the kabal's feeder they have made me i have allowed myself to listen to too many programmed fools compassion has its limits i humour god & man i can't stand my own mind there is no love i have sold out everything i thought i stood for i sit on my dirty arse sipping sedative water from a plastic glass i am the city where genocide is a game a word on the phone we each live alone this bridge has sunk i stink like a skunk

  i'm bored poverty in the city which is about shopping  is boring no cigarettes is pain i am addicted without love god the hit there is a wasteland of nothingness poetry without company without nicotine is seer of hellfire holding pattern crippling ennui breathing is good a sudden flood of endorphins the tides can be ridden on this life raft of air for a moment  joy

 i'm just chattin shit & gathering rain in my cup catch u up when i'm cashed up sweetheart xx

  duologue? call green if ur well otherwise say seseme & stop hiccuping the perm would change a bird brain into a rock i'll be paper you'll have penis envy stop smoking too young to feel the reaper lurcking of thinking there's something can be done wham back in front of the hall of mirrors hence i sit with the cockroaches & the midgies coz i'm too exhausted or impervious to mix paint i would rather mix feelings into honesty honestly!  wot?! why should we be normal? i guess i just wanna see u smile & yet u did one day i'll make a pin & stick it to my chest & draw some blood just to feel as much in my body as i do in my fancy a poet is not a man he's impossibly red in fashion one day out the next how did ur job interview go? how's what they said in the old cowboys & indians movies do u i ever smile & mean it is the lint in the navel of the blues dressed in sequins i'd like to see you dressed like that (pointing) man ur a hard nu...

  asio i once called in a sighting of drones the size of beetles i was lying on my back looking up the sky they flew in formation not like insects swarming i feared intimations of trouble brewing in Naarm the time of palestine i'm fey & focussed on healing & saving lives i thought: better to look a fool than say nothing ethics & patriotism is intimate call me what u want what i saw looked fishy i had no idea what it all meant i couldn't live with myself if i turned a blind eye & something bad happened that's what it is to be a man a man in a land of blind deaf dumb children no cigarettes no money everytime i talk to my mate Ben i hear a typewriter recording me in the background i am not a security threat i'm a democrat few else seem to be i lost the innocence i had looking into the wide blue yonder i don't wanna lay on my back any longer & look up sad dreaming  genocide in prison a poor man dies i left it a year to talk about it to give em time t...