Runnerway

Lost my hair today
blowin' away on the runway runnerway
gone are the things that I wanted to say
Blow 'em away, blow 'em away

Learnin' all the things that I knowed anyway
blow 'em away on the runway runnerway
usin' all the things that I lost anyway
blow 'em away
Runnerway Runnerway

NEEEniiiiiiiiiiiiiNEEEEEEEniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiNEEEEEEEEWATCH OUT ON THE RUNNERWAY

Nex time

Speak freak speak
steal 'cos you broke
known 'cos it's spoke
protest 'cos you hope

stand in the road
tell everyone "No"
tell everyone "No"
tell everyone "NO"
so you go fit up while I dig the trench
Lest we forget mate
lest we forget

tag 'cos you caveman
spoke 'cos it's known
set yerself free mate
GO go GO

There's always fuckin' nex time
There's always fuckin' nex time
There's always fuckin' nex time

GRANd

Sittin' at the bar, jus' cruisin'. There's a little over forty people, quiet bar mingles. Time is fleeting, the beer refreshing, outside it's raining. I sit by a candle an' light my smokes offof it. Hank Djays an' buddha serves drinks. NIRVANA.
I have a glass of ice cream! Inside the glass a mini antartica melts, polar cream bears hunt vanilla seals. Until they drown in melted cream.
ICE CREAM, ICE CREAM! I eat ice cream with a fork.
cheers buddha.
It's all chillin' night an' the dimmed lights choose the the atmosphere GRANd.
Hank mixes the sound receptive hearing.

"How did you break yer arm Kaff?" I ask, Gerl on my right, she's bein' all kind.
"Fell off a bike, was bein' dinked, stuck my foot in the wheel."
Hand movement mime tumbling through space.
"It was terrible."

Hank sound receptive hearing mixing:
SHAFT gets the boys in the corner groovin' their big men.
The night shifts onto sexy ideals makin' me think of OutKast, commercial success deservers.

"That was confusin' weren't it."
"Your money is no good here."

Chardonay
the word sounds like it smells
Chardonay
it tastes like it's spelt

what was in that cocktail it was pink an' had guava in it.
\on the go yerknow...

Fuckin' Fate

Haven't been here, a while. I got angry at my boss. I said, "Well, if you can't listen to me I can't work here!" An' I walked out. Money falls out of my pockets. The rents due an' I'm not listenin' to the early warning signs of poverty. "Should I buy, food or smokes." Then I buy smokes an' go hungry. I haven't been into centerlink yet. I can't stomach their smile. Peter Costello's pig face keeps popping up at the troff, while I lie in bed past 11 o'clock wondering how hard it would be to hit the street an' sell my arse. Things weren't so bad until we lost the laptop: she's in transit, she's in transit. "We had all this momentum behind us." Our sound is a memory laughed at by clowns deleting hard drives in pawn shops. I've become a ping pong ball volleyed on the upshot of fate, high, higher, only to land an' be squashed by some human being's insignificant foot. Fuck Fate! Fuck Fate! Fuck Fate...

They use it 'cors we use it, but we both use it for the same reason that they use it.

Movin' On

I'm movin' on now
one look at me will be nothing but a shrug of her shoulders
an' it hurts, though I'm movin' on, it hurts
'cos my flame won't attract her attention

one look at me will be nothing but a shrug of her shoulders

I wish this train ride would never end
I'm movin' on now
I'm movin'
further an' further
from her shrug shoulder glance

it's my first day

1/2 HOUR LUNCH
Done it once/Don't do it again
Jobs aren't so cosy/Now I recall
Sometimes/I don't want money at all
Never really liked it much anyway
So much easier to let fade into the background of my mind so I can contrive it like past

KNOCK OFF
"Ciao bello" Italian bloke, Con, I work with. When I'm leavin' he says, "Ciao bello." It was a strange day, he didn't like me till the end. He kicked my vacuum cleaner down the stairs/I hated him for that. Until the end when he said, "Ciao bello" the sun shone an' we shook hands.
"Ciao bello."

Daydream walk away

Walkin' walkin' walkin'
But walkin' goin' somewhere
Put on your own shoes
Stop pretending this is a game
No it's not my hobby
TISM (this is serious mum)
TISM

John

Howard

I seen 'im walkin an' I daydream I see him I walk on up an' punch him in the nose. His glasses fall off an' the ASIO bodyguards jump on me. Headline

JOHN HOWARD PUNCHED IN THE NOSE

Walkin' walkin' walkin'
But walkin' goin' somewhere
Powerlines buzzin' daylight
Competition out here is fierce
Ride your bike fast
Run your legs fast

John

Howard

I get beat up by ASIO agents an' have to go to court. But I get off for claiming human nature. Inferiority complex, I have to be the alpha male. Headline

NEW PRIME MINISTER

shores of destiny

3 boys stand naked on the shores of destiny. They stare into the mirror flash reflection as it laps at their ankles.
The 1st boy sees his time flicker before him, broken dreams, betrayal, disenchanted circumstance. The water washes over him like a night where you can't sleep. He drops into the waking water clutches his knees and slowly sinks.
The 2nd boy spies all good times, punchdrunk love, blacking in, blacking out. He is so enamoured by what he sees that he floats off into the current. To lazy and dazed to fight he lets himself go until he is dragged into a whirlpool and disappears from sight.
The 3rd boy sees himself now, snippets of past, he sees the infinite possiblitles flowing before him, he dives into the waking water and swims with the current. He lets himself go, he floats, he shuts his eyes clutches his knees and remembers his time in the mothers womb. He opens his eyes and swims back against the current to the shore where he stands on the edge of destiny. And he says to himself, "It's nothing to special, I'm always standing on the shores of destiny."

sunrise

Sunrise on the crane
sunrise move train
Sunrise on my shame
make it bright
so unabashed my shame can play>>>>>