undercover blues

based on the overwhelming success of my last interactive post (downloads in double figures? god is dead!)

here's another

an unoriginal this time

of equal or lesser quality

I'd post the lyrics but I fear I got them mostly wrong..

tiger mountain peasant song (live)

http://www.mediafire.com/?dwxnmn2mzdw

it's a fleet foxes song.

interactive blues

You Already Know (http://www.mediafire.com/file/gnxdmevhmtm/youalreadyknow.mp3)

When the ashtray starts talking back
and criticises you for all that you lack
be sure to separate what is fiction
from what is fact

When the red label becomes a makeshift blindfold
Maybe then you won’t feel so compelled to hold
His hand

when you see me in a crowded room
don’t act like you don’t already know
when you see my eyes linger on long before I go
don’t act like you don’t already know
because you already know

When the moon gives you an astral frown
When the stars berate you and put you down
And group together like a schoolyard coterie
And leave you out

When conversations are just pages from
The worst fucking novel you’ve ever read
In your whole life

when you see by some cruel coincidence
don’t act like you don’t already know
when you see my eyes linger on long before I go
don’t act like you don’t already know
cos you already know

september blues

yeah?

Proverbial Blues

A long, long way into the distance
But not so far from where you’d grown
Stood a mountain of complications
The likes of which I’d never known

Sound familiar?

You invited me indoors
For coffee and a slice of lemon
I rambled up the stairwell
Like a lanky Armageddon

Does this sound familiar?

You threw yourself upon me
Seemingly when I least expected
Still it’s better to be startled
Than stone-faced, sombre and dejected

Does this sound familiar? Does this sound Familiar?

I’m the messiah for the maudlin
The prince of the thieves
And you could cut my legs from under me
If I’d just get off my knees

The valerian kicked in
And my anatomy went limp
And I wondered where along the timeline
I became such a god awful wimp

Does this sound familiar?

I tossed and I turned and I turned and I tossed
And then I turned some more
My sheets got caught amid the whirlwind
And I forgot what I’d been lying there for

Does this sound familiar?

I lit a lamp in light
Of all that I had sought to ruminate
But in the depths of my mind
A fear began to illuminate

Does this sound familiar? Does this sound familiar?

I’m the messiah for the maudlin
The prince of the thieves
And you could cut my legs from under me
If I’d just get off my knees

Now my body feels isolated
And my words are just a shield
And I’m judging every passer-by
Like a contemporary Holden Caulfield
How do you fight those inhibitions
that keep you surly and aware?
Just borrow some courage from the Dutch
And brother, you won’t even care

I’m the messiah for the maudlin
The prince of the thieves
And you could cut my legs from under me
If I could just get off my knees

photo blues

anti-law blues

There was a brief period of time where everything sort of fell into place
Even if I had to sever the edges a little
Prospects
Like dead leaves
Were fatal
And it was autumn
But I was oblivious
Oblivious to how the stars become disenchanted by the city
Disenchanted by veterans wounded not by bullets but time
And who were given a salty and solemn salute

I had a forest of plenty
But there was very little I could offer you
I searched every inch of the woodland
Each acre was filled envy
Every canopy corrupted by wretchedness
The trees were spider webs in the attics of my youth
I searched
Nothing was hidden or sacred
It was my own
I made a path for myself and walked
Barefoot on the gravel
Just a stones throw from the grave

I met a vagabond and he told me all the ways that I was wrong and I believed him because he was old and I was young
But he wasn’t wise
I was just unaware
Reality would inevitably reach me
But for that I would have to wait until winter
And I was impatient
I was a child
And I would only last a while
So I would make the most of it
And remain oblivious
Oblivious to all the signals and flares and smoke and mirrors and gestures
And walls I have to climb, climb, climb, higher with every immature moment of refusal we share
I should turn away but I do not
I will not
Instead I will climb, climb, climb, and overcome for purposes I don’t recognise fuelled by feelings I don’t recognise
Feelings you’ve sought to avoid
Feelings you’ve learnt to despise
Well when I reached you somewhere high above this here wall and ask you to take my hand I implore you to grab hold
For if you do not
I will fall
Naked on the gravel
Just a stones throw from the grave

usual blues

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

I wish He wrote more words like this..