Shambles to Anywhere, Shambles to Goodbye
I’m not there, just almost away
I’m there but almost in vain
And after a couple of gigs you don’t have to know, you won’t have to haul
But if it is on me
Then tell it to your king, tell him everything I ever aimed to be
If it’s on me, infest the rebel sounds nourish your vicious bounds
Just spread the miscellaneous words nicked from my mouth
Tell him I mosh into no dazzling fair of sonic disturbs
Yes
Tell it to your king. Tell him all which my mind deceives
Tell him I renounce to the hammers, to the pedals and the locks
Tell him I haven’t changed except in every way he hoped
Tell it to your king, go tell him, run tell him
Say I’ve become an outrageous disease.
Close the velvet way underground and just try and realize that you are yet no master, and no Aphrodite
For if it is left to me, rather dance me drunk, and still, still let me incinerate at sin’s pubs
Bang me numb and giggle my jaw, make me face a lovely crowd
Go drench my hauls into every of your hatred sleepless rows
Repeat in and out all what my desire denied but found,
Repeat in and out for I know its time’s fault
“You can not stand me now”
If it is left to me, then let me seize in agony for the world kicks back a lot fucking harder indeed
If it is on me, I shall deny the tender misery before the routine and the need sends me off to wander and to feel.
But you can’t stand me now
Oh you can’t stand me now
Dared into the space with a girl, a poet, a mind and a friend, came out in drunken despite for laughs and in a hypothetical suicidal state
But suicide is still the lamest self defense,
Yet there is no Kerouac, no Miller and none of the greats
Biggles and Bilo are the only ones left
Dared into the massive streets of disorder
Got albion remaining awaiting and unbound
Cursed the crap outta my own, screaming bloody murder
And I repeat in and out
“You can’t stand me now”
Dared into the space with a girl, a poet, a mind and a friend, wouldn’t change it for all the art in the arcadien fate
So these are the shambles, shambles to anywhere
Shambles to your mind, proper shambles to goodbye
Copyright to Luc. S.H.
I’m there but almost in vain
And after a couple of gigs you don’t have to know, you won’t have to haul
But if it is on me
Then tell it to your king, tell him everything I ever aimed to be
If it’s on me, infest the rebel sounds nourish your vicious bounds
Just spread the miscellaneous words nicked from my mouth
Tell him I mosh into no dazzling fair of sonic disturbs
Yes
Tell it to your king. Tell him all which my mind deceives
Tell him I renounce to the hammers, to the pedals and the locks
Tell him I haven’t changed except in every way he hoped
Tell it to your king, go tell him, run tell him
Say I’ve become an outrageous disease.
Close the velvet way underground and just try and realize that you are yet no master, and no Aphrodite
For if it is left to me, rather dance me drunk, and still, still let me incinerate at sin’s pubs
Bang me numb and giggle my jaw, make me face a lovely crowd
Go drench my hauls into every of your hatred sleepless rows
Repeat in and out all what my desire denied but found,
Repeat in and out for I know its time’s fault
“You can not stand me now”
If it is left to me, then let me seize in agony for the world kicks back a lot fucking harder indeed
If it is on me, I shall deny the tender misery before the routine and the need sends me off to wander and to feel.
But you can’t stand me now
Oh you can’t stand me now
Dared into the space with a girl, a poet, a mind and a friend, came out in drunken despite for laughs and in a hypothetical suicidal state
But suicide is still the lamest self defense,
Yet there is no Kerouac, no Miller and none of the greats
Biggles and Bilo are the only ones left
Dared into the massive streets of disorder
Got albion remaining awaiting and unbound
Cursed the crap outta my own, screaming bloody murder
And I repeat in and out
“You can’t stand me now”
Dared into the space with a girl, a poet, a mind and a friend, wouldn’t change it for all the art in the arcadien fate
So these are the shambles, shambles to anywhere
Shambles to your mind, proper shambles to goodbye
Copyright to Luc. S.H.