January 30, 2014

P.M. Dawn : "Reality Used To Be A Friend Of Mine".

Reality used to be a friend of mine
Maybe 'Why?' is the question that's on your mind
But reality used to be a friend of mine
Reality used to be a friend of mine
Please don't ask me 'cause I don't know why
But reality used to be a friend of mine

I used to be friends with reality
She used to be a pal real close to me
But she tried to hide from me what was in store
Tried to house me, but a house has doors
I was insane and the picture was crazy
So the relevance here seems to be a bit hazy
But I tried to explain this in the simplest terms
But she let the cross burn and it was my turn to say
'The roses are red, and violets are blue
And things are gonna stay that way, too'
And I was the nut to believe all of this
I figured life would just hand me bliss
Now I have to worry about certain doom
Or will I be here tomorrow afternoon
Now ask me about the future

I remember Sandy gave me a hand
Now I'm known as the maniac man
Looking and searching for a shred of proof
Knowing any time this world could go poof
Now what might happen without me knowin'
That's why I find myself always tip-tip toeing
She tried to let prophecy sneak up on me
But I woke up, I told her, 'Yo step off me
What you want me to do?
You want me to sweat blood,
And hang up on your strings like a marionette does?'
Go to the P.M. on the dock of the bay, sit
You need a clue, go back to the basics
She needs to learn her ABCs
Her and I sail on different seas
She sees different from what I sees
Do you believe? Hell no

I lost touch with reality
I keep it as far as I can from Prince Be
I just didn't run with the way she flowed
To where I just said, 'Yo, I gots to go'
But my heart wasn't ill or mad at her
I just chose to laugh at her
And disragard everything she tells me
Believe in her and she's happy and healthy
What is real, a positive plane
Reality and life are no the same
As to her equivalent to what is real
She doesn't appeal to how I feel
Maybe I should try transchanneling her
Prince, you're taking this trip too far
Okay, fine, nevermind
But reality used to be a friend of mine

Chase the blues away
Take your mind off reality and leave her alone.

Posted by dean at 02:32 AM

January 28, 2014

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Posted by dean at 03:37 AM

January 18, 2014

Nu-Brute Demo.

'You're looking at someone who's had their confidence kicked out of them'.

Posted by dean at 12:38 AM

January 16, 2014

Weighted Boons, Page 110.

You have to watch out for dachshunds -- some of them are as delicately balanced as a watch.

Posted by dean at 02:02 AM

January 11, 2014

Weighted Boons, Page 107.

A dachshund with long toenails descending an uncarpeted staircase makes a sound unlike any other sound in nature.

Posted by dean at 12:52 AM

January 09, 2014

Underworld : "Oich Oich".

The Beatles are dead
Andy Warhol's shit.

Posted by dean at 01:47 AM

January 07, 2014

Weighted Boons, Page 101.

Has seldom needed more than twenty-five words to hang himself in and this time he did it in two flat.

Posted by dean at 12:34 AM

January 05, 2014

Withhold Hand Someway.

And this little old man never moved and sat all by himself looking and looking and looking at nothing.

Posted by dean at 01:33 AM

January 03, 2014

Weighted Boons, Page 82 + 83.

The earth is common ground and we are all overlords.

Posted by dean at 03:50 AM