At War With Time |
Sitting aroundKilling timeThere's so many ways to kill some timeIf I kill a few minutes doing thisThen a few more doing thatThen thats a few hours taken care ofAnd as i drown the hours theydrag the da...
Posted by F I N G L E T O N on Tue, 15 May 2007 06:11:00 PST |
The Farce (A famous awards ceremony) |
What a mess of Self congratulory wankThe culmination of yearsOf lies and deceptionAnd corruption.This isnt real musicIt's a morbid blendOf clueless arrogant nobodiesAnd dried up dying legendsDro...
Posted by F I N G L E T O N on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 12:01:00 PST |
Lemmings |
Lemmings LemmingsLemmings all day longThis game is consuming meIt has become the most importantcaptivating entertainment I can think ofMy piano sits in the corner gathering dustMy books lie in a...
Posted by F I N G L E T O N on Sat, 24 Mar 2007 10:34:00 PST |
Yer Sense |
Your teacher will not make senseYour friends will not make senseYour parents won't make senseYour own actionsWon't make senseThere's little sense in anythingI'm even confused by the skyThe sun and the...
Posted by F I N G L E T O N on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 02:52:00 PST |
A good day with the band |
The noble thought Knocks on the inside of The eyeballs and says: "I'm ready to come out now" And we'll help eachother Get him out of there Without messing him up Breaking the yolk Or his legs. Leave...
Posted by F I N G L E T O N on Sun, 11 Mar 2007 07:43:00 PST |
Shower |
I get out of my warm bed around noon Into the cold flat, It takes a bit of work sometimes I wander round in the cold for a little while Then set some nice music playing And climb into the ...
Posted by F I N G L E T O N on Sun, 11 Mar 2007 07:52:00 PST |
A bad day with the band |
I'm an English boy Growing up I had a comfortable upbringing My family had enough money To get by on And then some So we enjoyed nice holidays. Now as I sit with my band We put our heads t...
Posted by F I N G L E T O N on Sun, 11 Mar 2007 07:47:00 PST |
Low |
Im returning homeFrom a holiday in IndiaTo drink cheap GrafenwalderAnd do nothing.But soon i'll be moving onA new lifeA new meI'll start trying!No more wasted daysOf nothingness.As soon as I wor...
Posted by F I N G L E T O N on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 04:17:00 PST |
India 3 |
Its impossibleTo tell What they are thinkingAs they stare at youIs it likeA strange animalAt a zoo?Is it a lookOf curiousity?Perjaps one of jealousyHatredIt can be so blanksometimes.BlankYet kno...
Posted by F I N G L E T O N on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 05:46:00 PST |
Remember? |
A coldFrozenWinter field.I refuse to take part in this.The meatheadsCaught up in their gameDont understand, And hate us.One passes me the ball!And all of a sudden I am standing In the middle of the mo...
Posted by F I N G L E T O N on Sat, 20 Jan 2007 06:59:00 PST |
