See the matrix moon set over “once upon a time”. See the Greek lightening frighten an enlightened mime. Now dead strangers dance around the town of Heaven. A powerless seven nation army advances upon Devon. Telepathic hippies discuss the timeless torture of union. A broke diplomat smokes and chokes on a fat Cuban. If you think life is binary as hunter versus gun, Then you haven’t seen nineteen nuns eat God’s son. Rewind to see the moon fart thunder by the river. Key workers & elephants & mayors alike all shiver. When shrinks wink sexy I think they want to make a deal. I’d walk up to Nothing before Feeling can steal my meal. If a youth pockets truth, the corrupt phone the blue. Yes, the rest are self-interested yet reserve a stone for you. I guess the best is always yet to come if you don’t have fun, For the difference between life and death amounts to nun. Blind bikers loop around troops in the monkey cage. Even those on minimum wage can find refuge in rage. Grind to a new beginning, even if your hair is thinning. It was & is & will be 'now', whether losing or winning. See the atoms of a song compose a bittersweet odour. Hear the stench of a gong propose that all war is over. Smell the sequence of a frequency explode her lust, And finally let these visions of nuns naturally combust.

God above beckons in the next day without you. You reckoned love lasts forever and I don’t doubt you. I was in with the lonely crowd, except for you anyhow. I still dream a lot, we’ve got one shot and that is the now. My head wed to the clouds, I misread North as South. There are a hundred things I wish never left my mouth. But it’s too late to say a human “goodbye”, so I mourn life in this song and I’ll mourn mine too before too long. It’s the same soon after we die as before we were born; that’s where I belong and I know that I’m not wrong. Nothing is sweeter than something, sometimes. Nothing is deeper than words or rhyme Nothing is sweeter than something, sometimes. Yes, my heart’s been broken so often that it’s now fixed. Liberals still wait for glory as the Tories trial gory tricks. Meet me by the little beach; I’ll bring ten peaches each for us. You can teach me how to skim or we could catch nowhere’s bus. I love my Grandpas, my Grandmas; I love my Dad and I love you. I love my Aunties, my Uncles; I love my Mum and my brother too. And it’s too late to say a human “goodbye”, so I mourn life in this song and I’ll mourn mine too before too long. It’s the same soon after we die as before we were born; that’s where I belong and I know that I’m not wrong. Nothing is sweeter than something, sometimes. Nothing is deeper than words or rhyme Nothing is sweeter than something, sometimes.

Neither of us can stand lying And we're looking forward to dying Though I hear it's be here or don't be alive. For me death is like a prayer: Dreamless sleep, got some relatives there It seems the more we're shot, the lesson comes alive. Part of my drive to survive died at five: It was when I heard them describe How the food arrived without an alibi But I can't stand lying and neither can you I especially can't stand it when you lie so please be true We didn't choose to be born It happens without warning And then we're taken into the good adult factory. Beware, I gave up meat today I have done every day anyway Personally & versifully I would call this life unsatisfactory. Essentially,quintessentially your life is a line You live within the confines of a linear vine When you leave it you will die but don't let that detract from me Stating that both of us hate every last lie I particularly can't stand it when you die But I'm looking forward to it personally: how about you? When you answer, please remember to be true

You took me because a romancing flirt is free- I shook you because the chance hurt destiny For your looks & circumstance wouldn't let me be. The Queen booked a prancing rook with a gun - But your dancing nooks & I got hooked on fun & we cooked at the brook in a trance under the sun. I want you back because you stoned my nap- I made this track because you groaned on my lap But searching a haystack for a loan is a trap. I want you at morning, I want you without light I want your warning, I want you to be alright But no one needs to speak as you hold me tight As all we ever loved vanishes into the rites of the night My love lies broken beneath the sinking clouds of pain- The sun seducing the stars with kisses during the refrain And the youth becomes one in bliss in this warm rain. Below the doves who weep about the nuptial vow- Which was corruptly seeped into my eyes during now The half-asleep runners dodge the disguise of the cow. You took me because your dancing skirt was happy I shook you because the dapper chance hurt the crappy For your looks & circumstance wouldn't left me be I want you at morning, I want you without light I want your warning, I want you to be alright But no one needs to speak as you hold me tight As all we ever loved vanishes into the rites of night

Ain’t it just like the dead to conquer your head With all the things that could’ve been said? Society hangs its hate by human thread Then on a plate it serves your head Though we bear the weight of worlds they dread We can only stare as fate unfurls in red I did it though because the ride was wild I only lied because you took me for a child I can’t forget the way you smiled Your drunken policeman gobbles trout, Buddhists meditate on the devout route And politicians pout their doubting snouts Spouting bullshit til their lungs give out As huddled masses shout about a man of clout Who can stand to flout his doubt without a pout I did it though because the ride was wild I only lied because you took me for a child I can’t forget the way you smiled I saved some for me but you took the rest Whatever God’s doing can’t be guessed So pay no heed to one that’s blessed With a crest etched across his breast For it’s he that leads this lonely quest But it’s he that’s bequest to those oppressed I did it though because the ride was wild I only lied because you took me for a child I can’t forget the way you smiled   The hero in your dreams consumes forbidden fruit And returns to the womb with his orphaned flute Soliloquising that each angelic accident is absolute As tears stream down his face in his embryonic suit But who can refute that materialistic minds prostitute? My essay on hash reviled, I was exiled Society, who has the guile to attend that trial I’d only be thinking of you all the while I did it though because the ride was wild I only lied because you took me for a child I can’t forget the way that you smiled I did it though because the ride was wild I only lied because you took me for a child I can’t forget the way you smiled

I’ll let him bone you ‘til you moan an antelope. I know listening will only be prison if I hope. I ate the envelope and smoked our horoscope. I opened your raging mirror with rope in my cage. I age but forget that you, my friend, are my only dope. No, I’ll let the bloke work ‘til he’s home so I’ll cope. Our slow dove goes so far our love will star then choke. Just feed my speed, no joke, and I’ll need your greed. I woke up alone, next to an ex. We were laying entwined & confused If I was her friend, she was my muse I offered her the blues, but she refused That day was a perfect storm of hues I felt her heroine heart with my hand It was only then I began to understand All plans are made of grains of sand But I hoped one day she'd join my band And I couldn't help thinking of you as our lips met What you were doing with whom & in which joint Yet I felt something in my jeans and it wasn't regret If everything's here & now thinking has no point We fucked so long that half my heart cracked Her soul was shackled, mine was almost black We tried our best not to get blood on the track I have a knack for sex when all else is whack I don't know who I love the most but you both have post In the dead of the night, I became Fortune's fool I beg for my Godhead's right to study at school Although Fortune can be cruel, I play it so cool I know sooner or later Fortune will be on the pedestal Pretenders hail from the land of permanent bliss Me, I’d be trapped there forever after another kiss But we chat about that blue light and reminisce No, I never did think that drinks would end like this Yes, four lips flower to make War out of Peace A mouth heads south, a brain begs for release Every slurred word heard is forever's feast My hunger for the heart can only increase But I dreamt of you all through the night I forgot if my love was wrong or right I was forever falling as she took flight If I was a rock, then she was a kite I don't know who I love the most but you both have post And so, unfulfilled by pills and indifferent to the illiterate daffodil, The blues danced with the future’s shoes against my will. Enough of bruises: they have their music, but I wouldn’t choose it. I guess I never saw the point, but still I confess after a joint… Even Cupid can be stupid & I’m not the new kid in terms of love. But, anyhow, an encounter with Chewbacca confirms the God above. O, no, I’m not a stranger to the nurse’s glove. Sometimes I wish I was; sometimes I wish I was. O, still how it thrilled me when Chewbacca spilt tea and then how it chilled me when I learnt…. Every burnt prosthetic willy knows being seriously lyrical is a silly goal, So Chewbacca snuggled it into the hole I dug & my love hugged his soul. We became the same, as whole as a canary’s dairy under his control. The deity may be ill today but Chewbacca said that he will still pray away with his whole heart anyway... Dreaming to the rhythm of jazz & drinking to the sacred blindness of angels, screaming for the sunken prophecy, hurling the Book of Changes to its resting place, my therapist tells me that the beginning has ended and it’s time to start again, my therapist thinks I’m gay so I started hitting on her to complicate the diagnosis, my therapist doesn’t even exist, but now she’s pregnant and it’s all my fault! Epiphanies! Confucius! Einstein! What happened to the sin of following? What happened to the message? What happened to the massacre? (Where are you Mother? Where are the weepy-eyed relatives that came for you? What happened to the snoring man you slept with occasionally? He’s gone, Mother, you took him with you and now he’s nothing! This is the beginning of the end, Mother, the beginning of the penultimate breakdown! O the Bliss has stolen my innocence we are ready to undertake the final picnic in heaven!) O, what happened to all the drunken triumphs and golden touches? It’s all eroded into the endless machinery of dawn and the secret insatiability of appetite has returned to fool the lot of us. It’s always been easier to fall in love than to be alone, and now even that’s gone too. O fool me through the darkness O fool me like a cat O fool me like you fool yourself O fool me like a rat O sing a song of sorrow Where the docks and water fight And the old soul singers sing a song Until the soul emerges light I breathe my breath for birth and death I left the rest behind I tried to turn to Jesus But the Christians changed my mind O kiss me like a goddess O kiss me like I’m a man O kiss me like you kiss yourself O kiss my because you can O trance me to the tractor O trance me to sky O trance me like you trance yourself As your dreams go floating by I only care for sex and love The rest is obsolete I’m running back to that mad old orgy Where the pen and penis meet O love me to your strobe light O love me to your mind O love me like you hate yourself O love me til we’re blind Dear Chairman Mao’s Wife, Sinners win riches as fools beg for gold. Here is a song I wrote for you about how you and Chairman Mao got engaged. It’s called ‘Now Wow’. D Tender twilight’s violin, Am he holds you close. C Spread-eagled in sin, G he takes off your clothes. D He ponders your skin Am with an antique nose. C Drunk on godly gin, G you’re fucking comatose. D Let the ending begin Am where only God knows. C You’re orgasming in Berlin, G from head to toes with D Mao in the Am Now Wow. D You and he wake up to the omniscient sun. C Your body shakes as you relive becoming one. G Yawning, he makes coffee & you eat a plum. D His backbone aches & your limbs are numb. C Half by mistake, he finishes off a cup of rum. G Mao now breaks eggs, somehow starting to hum D a vow into the Am Now Wow. Yours truly, Tonnan I’m out of the darkness but I’m trapped in the park And all the town’s harlots have set off the spark You give me your reason, I’ll give you my time I’ll tell you the season if you show me my crime I’m nothing but no one, you’re the god of the sun You’re the light of my loins, you’re the dog to my gun I thought love was hard but maybe it’s true Though words are like darts, baby I’m you You made me disappear, so I remembered my self I forgot all my fears, I forget all his wealth He gave me my sadness, you gave me my joy I was trapped in the madness, I was a lost little boy While everyone danced, I was down on my knees I left love to chance, but you threw me the keys I forgot it all sometimes, I forgot all the thought When I rotted in rhyme, I fell and was caught Because the fruit of my hate swallowed me up But the gates of your grace lead me to love, There’s nothing so perfect, there’s so much to do I’ve no duty to race, I’ve got no one to screw Because you own me forever, you rattled my soul You showed me the nether, you made me whole From the pain of your head to the chains of our bed You stayed true through the change and for once I was led You gave me your ease, you started my art You parted my seas, you created my heart I’ll follow you forever and you’ll be my moon Forever will come and it’s never too soon People often come up to me on the street & say 'Hey, Walking Doctor Tonnan, how do you sing so sweet?’ I tell them it’s a combination of mouth movements, knowing you’re the messiah, Adderall and pretending you’re Scooby Doo singing at Marge Simpson’s wedding to Scooby Doo who is running away from the mafia because the mafia is after him because Scooby Doo is from the Mafia but Tony Soprano’s sister had it in for him though he secretly loves her and Marge Simpson has a cat and Scooby Doo doesn’t like cats unless they’re from the mafia and so you’re like Scooby Doo pretending to be Gatsby from the Great Gatsby pretending to sing to Marge Simpson but actually singing to Tony Soprano’s sister.

I can’t pretend anyone comprehends the riddle of the end. She sold her scent on lend but everyone wants a friend. Gentlemen would tend to her enzymes again and again. She was the Queen of school, I was the fool in Casablanca cool. Maybe I’m a tool but I diluted her pool with my drool. She was the best painter of despair. She had dead branches of fair hair. I liked her and or but she didn’t care. She was more aware than the rest of us. She could doctor your stare with a cuss. She spoke so smoky nobody caused a fuss. Ah, St Annie, what made board that bus? Ah, St Annie, how did ‘you’ become ‘us’? Ah, St Annie, what made board that bus? Ah, St Annie, how did ‘you’ become ‘us’? I was captain of the team that held the regime’s cuisine in esteem. So I screamed at her stream and serenely cleaned in between. But she ate my dreams and deemed me her favourite fickle junkie. Then she moneyed me with new ones containing trickles of funky. She massaged my gluttony and I tutted like a slut at her onesie. I was the best painter of the milk on the hill. It was irksome to steal but my ink was silk. I cherished the still; it was in my will. She evolved into a billionaire so grotesque. But I wouldn’t sell my feminism for less (Unless perhaps she undressed but I digress). Ah, St Annie, what made you worsen the mess? Ah, St Annie, how could we bless gender chess? Ah, St Annie, what made you worsen the mess? Ah, St Annie, how could we bless gender chess? She was humbled by the Himalayan pearls I brought her. I pardoned her devil-speak for destiny unfurled a daughter. Her gypsy mandolin and native curls we fought a world war for. Her myth is blurred yet her testimony of the farm’s fire is intact. With the alimony stacked my abstract fantasy in a cave became fact. We were the best painter of Napoleon. We got high on opiates and cried like Utopians. I relished the Presidential message of hope. The cabaret finished so we went to buy some dope. Strictly speaking I’m not a feminist but I like milk anyway. Did you know that a cow produces 90 glasses of milk a day? [How many glasses?] Ah, St Annie, pray, what made you betray us & do what they say? Ah, St Annie, pray, how could my pithy words possibly convey? Ah, St Annie, pray, what made you betray us & do what they say? Ah, St Annie, pray, what could my pithy words possibly convey?