children, pull on your tights.. and give them hell..

how will it be like to just run riot?

30,000 people walking down the street,

a multi-coloured sea of locusts,

flames where eyeballs used to dwell.

authority dies amidst kicks and screams.

sweet raspy guitar rocks riffs for sound track.





dumb dreams,
i walk home in the thick wet midafternoon sun

the gig really drained me

but this song made me feel much better.

Ants Marching

He wakes up in the morning Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling Never changes a thing The week ends the week begins She thinks, we look at each other Wondering what the other is thinking But we never say a thing These crimes between us grow deeper Goes to visit his mommy She feeds him well his concerns He forgets them And remembers being small Playing under the table and dreaming Take these chances Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down, you up and die Driving in on this highway All these cars and upon the sidewalk People in every direction No words exchanged No time to exchange And all the little ants are marching Red and black antennas waving They all do it the same They all do it the same way Candyman tempting the thoughts of a Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss Program cutting the corners Loose end, loose end, cut, cut On the fence, could not to offend Cut, cut, cut, cut Take these chances Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down, you up and die