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Cygnet Committee

on February 06, 2013
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I bless you madly
Sadly as I tie my shoes.
I love you badly
Just in time, at times, I guess.
Because of you I need to rest,
Because it's you that sets the test.

So much has gone and little is new
And as the sparrow sings
Dawn chorus for
Someone else to hear,
The Thinker sits alone growing older
And so bitter.

"I gave Them life,
I gave Them all.
They drained my very soul dry.
I crushed my heart to ease Their pains
No thought for me remains there.
Nothing can They spare.
What of me?
Who praised Their efforts to be free?
Words of strength and care and sympathy.
I opened doors that would have blocked Their
way.
I braved Their cause to guide, for little pay.
I ravaged at my finance just for Those,
Those whose claims were steeped in peace,
tranquillity.
Those who said a new world, new ways ever free.
Those whose promises stretched in hope and grace for me."

I bless you madly,
Sadly as I tie my shoes.
I love you badly
Just in time, at times, I guess.
Because of You I need to rest, oh yes,
Because it's You that sets the test.

So much has gone and little is new
And as the sunrise stream
Flickers on me,
My friends talk
Of glory untold dream, where all is God and God is just a word.

"We had a friend, a talking man
Who spoke of many powers that he had.
Not of the best of men, but Ours.
We're used to him.
We let him use his powers.
We let him fill Our needs.
Now We are strong.

And the road is coming to its end.
Now the damned have no time to make amends.
No purse of token fortunes stands in Our way.
The silent guns of love will blast the sky.

We broke the ruptured structure built of age.
Our weapons were the tongues of crying rage.
Where money stood
We planted seeds of rebirth
And stabbed the backs of fathers,
Sons of dirt.

Infiltrated business cesspools,
Hating through Our sleeves,
Yea, and We slit the Catholic throat
Stoned the poor on slogans such as

'Wish You Could Hear,'
'Love Is All We Need,'
'Kick Out The Jams,'
'Kick Out Your Mother,'
'Cut Up Your Friend,'
'Screw Up Your Brother or He'll Get You In the End.'

And We Know the Flag of Love is from Above.
And We Can Force You to Believe."

And I close my eyes and tighten up my brain,
For I once read a book in which the lovers were slain,
For they knew not the words of the Free States' refrain,
It said:

"I believe in the Power of Good.
I Believe in the State of Love.
I Will Fight For the Right to be Right.
I Will Kill for the Good of the Fight for the Right to be Right."

And I opened my eyes to look around,
And I see a child laid slain on the ground.
As a love machine lumbers through desolation rows,
Ploughing down man, woman, listening to its command.
But not hearing anymore-
Not hearing anymore,
Just the shrieks from the old rich.

And I Want to Believe
In the madness that calls 'Now.'
And I want to Believe
That a light's shining through,
Somehow.

And I Want to Believe
And You Want to Believe
And We Want to Believe
And We Want to Live
Oh, We Want to Live

We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live

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Letter To Hermione

on February 06, 2013
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The hand that wrote this letter
sweeps the pillow clean.
So rest your head and read a treasured dream.
I care for no one else but you.
I tear my soul to cease the pain.
I think maybe you feel the same.
What can we do?
I’m not quite sure what we are supposed to do.
So I’ve been writing just for you.

They say your life is going very well.
They say you sparkle like a different girl.
But something tells me that you hide
When all the world is warm and tired.
You cry a little in the dark,
Well so do I.
I’m not quite sure what you are supposed to say.
But I can see it’s not okay.

He makes you laugh.
He brings you out in style.
He treats you well
And makes you up real fine.
And when he’s strong,
He’s strong for you.
And when you kiss.
It’s something new.
But did you ever call my name
Just by mistake?
I’m not quite sure what I’m supposed to do.
So I’ll just write some love to you.

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(Don't Sit Down)

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Unwashed And Somewhat Slightly Dazed

on February 06, 2013
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Spy, spy, pretty girl,
I see you see me through your window.
Don't turn your nose up,
Well, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or the last.
It must strain you to look down so far from your father's
house,
And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for
you.
I'm the Cream
Of the Great Utopia Dream.
And you're the gleam
In the depths of your banker's spleen.

I'm a phallus in pigtails
And there's blood on my nose,
And my tissue is rotting
Where the rats chew my bones,
And my eye sockets empty
See nothing but pain,.
I keep having this brainstorm
About twelve times a day.
So now, you could spend the morning walking with me,
quite amazed.
As I'm Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed.

I got eyes in my backside
That see electric tomatoes
On credit card rye bread.
There are children in washrooms
Holding hands with a queen.
And my heads full of murders
Where only killers scream.
So now you could spend the morning talking with me
quite amazed
Look out, I'm raving mad and Somewhat Slightly Dazed.

Now you run from your window
To the porcelain bowl.
And you're sick from your ears
To the red parquet floor.
And the Braque on the wall
Slides down from front
And eats through your belly.
It's very catching.
So now, you should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazed
About the strange Unwashed and Happily Slightly Dazed.

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Space Oddity

on February 06, 2013
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Ground Control to Major Tom,
Ground Control to Major Tom,
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on.

Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God's love be with you.

Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five,
Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff

This is Ground Control to Major Tom,
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear.
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare.

"This is Major Tom to Ground Control,
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today.

For here
Am I sitting in a tin can.
Far above the world,
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do.

Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles,
I'm feeling very still,
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go.
Tell my wife I love her very much she knows."

Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuits dead, there's something wrong.
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you...

"Here I am floating round my tin can,
Far above the Moon,
Plant Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do."

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