brought back to life to fly
spaceship earth out of the solar system,
and, out of trouble, yeh,
only problem was the crew yaknow,
they kept on bickering and
killing each other off..
AND where *is* NAVIGATION
when you need em?
and then there was Engineering,
a right bunch of inbred specialists,
cept for a few of course,
we always took the cream of the crop, yaknow
....oh..there were some problems of my own too,
couldn't find the people i needed
to make the whole thing work yaknow,
a real shambles it was too ...
then the telephone rang and they wanted
money [again] INCOMING
so i shifted to INFRARED
but it made no difference,
only BIGGER redder smiles yaknow,
sooo by this time i realised i was into a
serious flow of consciousness [or lack of it]
and i'd better keep writing cos
no one is PAYING me yaknow..
and this whole thing is like a bad
where they are just coming down
after three years on SPEED
and their instruments are shrieking
and it never is, is it?
so i reached for a peach
and some sulphurous substances
that if i have to sleep alone
its gonna be with myself,
yeh, who needs the older generation,
cept when theres like no FUEL in the carburettor,
BUT then i figure that its all direct injection these daze
and soon we will be burning the last trees to keep warm and wondering
what we was gonna do
...hahaha, no worries mate,
just take some more HALDOL and you will soon
FORGET how cold you are
..die baby die..
then i got a fright when it became so real cos i shocked myself
...don't EVER type that again
..smack punch...fool, dontcha know?
Yeh i thought i was cool,
but then there are apparently thousands of
cool people on the planet yaknow,
i hear em callin,
so i put the last cartridge in the breech
and fired the fuckin thing into the air like
there was a chance somebody would hear it,
Hey? no one got shelter for an old man?
Fuckitt..I GOT STORIES TO TELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
...so here we are in the space/time continuum again, it takes forever to get anywhere,
but then time doesn't matter,
plenty of THAT around,
thing is to enjoy what you could become before
you find out that its really over and that you changed horses
midstream and you aren't there anymore and it takes FOREVER to
get back there
and now time suddenly MATTERS cos no one
and isn't it NICE and EASY
now that you are like all the others,
doesn't really matter,
cos after disco there was
and then they gave us AIDS to play with
and those of us that were lucky
and survived THAT
and the junk food
and the TV era now
hafta turn around
and warm themselves in the glow
cos what's up ahead
is COLD man,
yeh where's the sun when ya need it,
BUT don't give up hope
although there are TRILLIONS like you
all waiting to be freshly ground by SUITS
who else is gonna DO anything,
not US nono, we'd rather just talk
and go to raves and get whigged
and then sleep it off over and over,
but then, you godda get in to get out, dontcha?
so i'd rather trust someone
who's been there
than someone who's goin
and if so,
what is it they *see* in 'that'?
heck, beats me,
i only live here
and pay for their schooling,
NOT me i said,
ohno, i'm gonna be where they can never be,
cos that's everyone's dream yaknow,
can't catch HIM,
nah, he's too FAST,
watch that MOUTH
and down she goes,
but can you take that pace?
please her FACE?
sometimes its easy,
maybe that's more to the point,
why they milking us like this?
i thought i came forever,
shoot out those damn lights,
never enough time, eh?
an if ya wanna be a HERO in here?
in your ear.
© 15/6/95 Schwann