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uninvited Guest

Mon, 09 Jul 2007 23:43:07 GMT

You may not recall the moment that you asked me
But your invitation was clear
You'll pretend you've never met me but it's far to late
Now I'm here

Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you
I'm the one who loves you best
I'm the thirteenth at the table
I'm the uninvited guest
I'm the Banquo at your banquet
I'm the cuckoo in your nest
I'm your fifteen-stone first-footer
I'm the uninvited guest

I was there when you said insincere "I love you's"
To a woman who wasn't your wife
And I fronted you the money
That you ran away and blew
On the biggest regret of your life

Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you
I'm the who loves you best
I'm the thirteenth at the table
I'm the uninvited guest
I'm the Banquo at your banquet
I'm the cuckoo in your nest
I'm your New Year's resolution
I'm the uninvited guest

I'm the face you hoped you'd never see
But always knew you would
I'm the one thing you knew you shouldn't do
But did because you could

I'm the evil in your bloodstream
I'm the rash upon your skin
And you made a big mistake all right
The day you let me in
And you can fly to the other side of the world
You know you'll only find
I've reserved the seat behind you
We can talk about old times

Sugar Mice

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 02:24:55 GMT

I was flicking through the channels on the TV
On a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain
Trying to piece together conversations
Trying to find out where to lay the blame

But when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend
For when it gets right down to it there's no one here that's left to blame
Blame it on me, you can blame it on me
We're just sugar mice in the rain

I heard Sinatra calling me through the floorboards
Where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme
To the jukebox crying in the corner
While the waitress is counting out the time

For when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend
For when it gets right down to it there's no one really left to blame
Blame it on me, you can blame it on me
We're just sugar mice in the rain

'Cos I know what I feel, know what I want I know what I am
Daddy took a rain check
' Cos I know what I want, know what I feel I know what I need
Daddy took a rain check, your daddy took a rain check
Ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me
Blame it on me, blame it on me

Well the toughest thing that I ever did was talk to the kids on the phone
When I heard them asking questions I knew that you were all alone
Can't you understand that the government left me out of work
I just couldn't stand the looks on their faces saying, "What a jerk"

So if you want my address it's number one at the end of the bar
Where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and nursing our scars
Blame it on me, blame it on me,
Sugar mice in the rain, your daddy took a rain check

Chelsea Monday

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 00:30:14 GMT

Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town
Awaiting the prince in his white Capri
Dynamic young Tarzan courts the bedsit queen

She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene
She's learning her lines from glossy magazines
Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams
Auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen

Patience my tinsel angel
Patience my perfumed child
One day they really love you
You'll charm them with that smile
But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday

Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of London
Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland
Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles
Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause

She'll pray for endless Sundays as she enters saffron sunsets
Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn
Fulfilled and yet forgotten the St. Tropez mirage
Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose

Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child
One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile
But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday

[Hello John, did you see The Standard about four hours ago?
Fished a young chick out of The Old Father
Blond hair, blue eyes. She said she wanted to be an actress or something
Nobody knows where she came from, where she was going
Funny thing was she had a smile on her face
She was smiling, what a waste]

Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
Buried in her cellophane world in glitter town
Of Chelsea Monday

Lady Nina

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 00:26:44 GMT

You pick out your credit cards and check into the night
A dozen tequilas and you're feeling all right
So you swim to the disco, out of your depth jaded gigolo
Your lucky charms are tarnished so you leave alone
But there's one place left to go before the taxi home
After all you've made your marks

One night you'll play Elizabeth Taylor
The next night you're Marilyn Monroe
Forever kissing frogs that think they're princes
Oh, Lady Nina, where did all the romance go?

Your little sister baby-sits, your husband picks you up at six
The make-up hides the bruises and the tears so they never show
'Cos your beauty is the only thing you've ever owned
It's the only way you've ever known to make your marks
You made your marks, you made your marks
We believe it's for real

Ich liebe dich, liebst du mich

Lady Nina, I'd love to take you home with me
But I love my wife and I love my family
I've got a good job, responsibilities
And I need to keep respect from society
I know you'll never act with me
I know that you're in love with me
So how do I compare to the sailors of the ships of the night?
Was I all right? Did you come tonight, Lady Nina?

You made your marks, you made your marks
Ebony flowers pinned to a velvet cushion in a red light
And Edith Piaf sings a lullaby for the night
Just making marks, just making marks
Just making marks, just making marks
You made your marks

Kayleigh

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 00:03:34 GMT

Do you remember chalk hearts melting on a playground wall
Do you remember dawn escapes from moon washed college hall
s Do you remember the cherry blossom in the market square
Do you remember I thought it was confetti in our hair
By the way didn't I break your heart?
Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart
So sorry, I never meant to break your heart
But you broke mine

Kayleigh is it too late to say I'm sorry?
And Kayleigh could we get it together again?
I just can't go on pretending that it came to a natural end
Kayleigh, oh I never thought I'd miss you
And Kayleigh I thought that we'd always be friends
We said our love would last forever
So how did it come to this bitter end?

Do you remember barefoot on the lawn with shooting stars
Do you remember loving on the floor in Belsize Park
Do you remember dancing in stilettos in the snow
Do you remember you never understood I had to go
By the way, didn't I break your heart
Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart
So sorry, I never meant to break your heart
But you broke mine

Kayleigh I just wanna say I'm sorry
But Kayleigh I'm too scared to pick up the phone
To hear you've found another lover to patch up our broken home
Kayleigh I'm still trying to write that love song
Kayleigh it's more important to me now you're gone
Maybe it will prove that we were right
Or ever prove that I was wrong

Lavender

Tue, 03 Jul 2007 23:58:49 GMT

I was walking in the park dreaming of a spark
When I heard the sprinklers whisper
Shimmer in the haze of summer lawns
Then I heard the children singing
They were running through the rainbows
They were singing a song for you
Well it seemed to be a song for you
The one I wanted to write for you, for you

Lavenders blue, dilly dilly, lavenders green
When I am King, dilly dilly, you will be Queen
A penny for your thoughts my dear
A penny for your thoughts my dear
I.O.U. for your love, IOU for your love

Lavenders green, dilly dilly, lavenders blue
When you love me, dilly dilly, I will love you
A penny for your thoughts my dear
A penny for your thoughts my dear
IOU for your love, IOU for your love

For your love

Fugazi

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 16:50:53 GMT

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the licence
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule
Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience
Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover
Baptised in the tears from the real

Drowning in the liquid seize on the Piccadilly line, rat race
Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth
Caress Ophelia's hand with breathstroke ambition
An albatross in the marrytime tradition
Sheathed within the Walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation
She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart
She hung herself around my neck

From the Time-Life-Guardians in their conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of troubles
Nine to five with suitable ties
Cast adrift as their side-show, peepshow, stereo hero
Becalm bestill, bewitch, drowning in the real

The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now
Praying deportation for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance from a twilight world
The dowry of a relative mystery girl
A Vietnamese flower, a Dockland union
A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs
Magdalenes contracts more than favours
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat

A son of a swastika of '45 parading a peroxide standard
Graffiti conjure disciples testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges
This is Brixton chess

A knight for Embankment folds his newspaper castle
A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin
He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call
And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper

Son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends
While his generation digests high fibre ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows
Decriminalised genocide, provided door to door Belsens
Pandora's box of holocausts gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens
Waiting, the season of the button, the penultimate migration
Radioactive perfumes, for the fashionably, for the terminally insane, insane
Do you realise? Do you realise?
Do you realise, this world is totally fugazi

Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries, where are the poets
To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary

He Knows You Know

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 16:11:03 GMT

He Knows You Know

Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall
Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a china bowl
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
You should have listened to the priest at the confession
When he offered you the sacred bread

He knows, you know, he knows, you know
H e knows, you know, but he's got problems

Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind
Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind
You've got venom in you stomach, you've got poison in your head
When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened
You were walking with the dead

He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows, you know
But he's got problems, problems, problems

He knows... slash wrist, scarlet fever, crawled under your bathroom door
Pumping arteries ooze their problems through the gap that the razor tore
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
You should have listened to your analyst's questions
When you lay on his leather bed

He knows, you know, he knows, you know
H he knows, you know, but he's got problems

Blank eyes, purple fever, streaming through the frosted pane
You learned your lesson far to late from the links in a chemist chain
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
You should have stayed at home and talked with father
Listen to the lies he fed

He knows, you know, he knows, you know,
He knows, you know, but he's got problems
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows, you know
You know, you know, you know

Incommunicado

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 16:02:32 GMT

I'd be really pleased to meet you if I could remember your name
But I got problems of the memory ever since I got a winner in the fame game
I'm a citizen of Legoland travellin' incommunicado
And I don't give a damn for the Fleet Street aficionados

But I don't want to be the back-page interview
I don't want launderette anonymity
I want my hand prints in the concrete on Sunset Boulevard
A dummy in Tussaud's you'll see

Incommunicado, incommunicado

I'm a Marquee veteran, a multimedia bona fide celebrity
I've got an allergy to Perrier, daylight and responsibility
I'm a rootin'-tootin' cowboy, the Peter Pan, the street credibility
Always taking the point with the dawn patrol fraternity

Sometimes it seems like I've been here before
When I hear opportunity kicking in my door
Call it synchronicity call it deja vu
I just put my faith in destiny - it's the way that I choose

But I don't want to be a tin can tied
To the bumper of a wedding limousine
Or currently residing in the where are they now file
A toupee on the cabaret scene
I want to do adverts for American Express cards
Talk shows on prime time TV
A villa in France, my own cocktail bar
And that's where you're gonna find me

Incommunicado, incommunicado

Sometimes it seems like I've been here before
When I hear opportunity kicking in my door
Call it synchronicity call it deja vu
I just put my faith in destiny - it's the way that I choose

Incommunicado, incommunicado
It's the only way

Script For A Jesters Tear

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 15:54:58 GMT

Script For A Jester's Tear

So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday

I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play, the game is over
The game is over

So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heart
I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over, over
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
The game is over

I act the role in classic style of a martyr carved with twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song to write the rites to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken dream to exorcise this silent scream
A scream that's borne from sorrow

I never did write that love song, the words just never seemed to flow
Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection
And examine the shadows on the other side of the morning
And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
Promised wedding now a wake

The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears

So I'll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens' song
Has gone solo in the game, I've gone solo in the game
But the game is over
Can you still say you love me

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Sat, 01 Sep 2007 15:51:20 GMT

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Thu, 05 Jul 2007 01:56:44 GMT

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Fri, 25 Jan 2008 00:15:55 GMT

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Music List: Jest a few jams

Thu, 05 Jul 2007 01:56:44 GMT

Jest a few jams

Coldplay: A Rush of Blood to the HeadA Rush of Blood to the Head
Jimi Hendrix Experience: All Along the WatchtowerThe Ultimate Experience
Canned Heat: Amphetamine AnnieThe Best of Canned Heat [EMI]
Kid Rock: BawitdabaDevil Without a Cause
Jane's Addiction: Been Caught StealingRitual de lo Habitual
Avenged Sevenfold: Blinded in ChainsCity of Evil
Blind Faith: Can't Find My Way Home [Electric Version]Blind Faith [2000 Deluxe Edition] Disc 1
Fastball: Charlie, the Methadone ManAll the Pain Money Can Buy
Edie Brickell & New Bohemians: CircleShooting Rubberbands at the Stars
Audioslave: CochiseAudioslave
Guns N' Roses: ComaUse Your Illusion I
Chevelle: Comfortable LiarWonder What's Next
Fish: CredoBBC Sessions Disc 2
David Bowie: Diamond DogsDiamond Dogs
311: Down311
Coldplay: Everything's Not LostParachutes
Joe Satriani: Flying in a Blue DreamFlying in a Blue Dream
Def Leppard: Foolin'Pyromania
Creedence Clearwater Revival: Fortunate SonChronicle, Vol. 1
David Bowie: Future LegendDiamond Dogs
Sweat & Tears Blood: God Bless the ChildBlood, Sweat & Tears [Bonus Tracks]
Blind Faith: Had to Cry TodayBlind Faith [2000 Deluxe Edition] Disc 1
The Guess Who: Hang on to Your LifeGreatest Hits [1999]
Def Leppard: Have You Ever Needed Someone So Bad [Bludgeon Riffola Ltd.]Adrenalize
Collective Soul: HeavyDoseage
3 Doors Down: Here Without YouAway from the Sun
Coldplay: High SpeedParachutes
311: Hive311
Godsmack: I F****** Hate YouFaceless
Disturbed: IntoxicationBelieve
Badfinger: It's OverThe Very Best of Badfinger
Disturbed: LiberateBelieve
Green Day: LongviewDookie
Disturbed: Meaning of LifeThe Sickness
Flaw: MedicateEndangered Species
Janis Joplin & The Full Tilt Boogie Band: Mercedes Benz [*]Janis Joplin's Greatest Hits
David Bowie: Moonage DaydreamSanta Monica '72
Genesis: No Son of MineWe Can't Dance
Guns N' Roses: One in a MillionG N' R Lies
The Cure: One More TimeKiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me
Judas Priest: PainkillerPainkiller
Coldplay: PolitikA Rush of Blood to the Head
David Bowie: Rebel RebelDiamond Dogs
The Black Crowes: RemedyThe Southern Harmony and Musical Companion [Bonus Tracks]
Limp Bizkit: Rollin' (Air Raid Vehicle)Chocolate Starfish and the Hotdog Flavored Water [Clean]
Counting Crows: Round HereFilms About Ghosts: The Best Of... [Bonus Track]
Chevelle: Send the Pain BelowWonder What's Next
Audioslave: Show Me How to LiveAudioslave
Fiona Apple: Sleep to DreamTidal
Don Henley: Sunset GrillActual Miles: Henley's Greatest Hits
Joe Satriani: Surfing With the AlienSurfing With the Alien
Guns N' Roses: Sweet Child O' MineAppetite for Destruction
Fastball: Sweetwater, TexasAll the Pain Money Can Buy
Cream: Tales of Brave UlyssesThe Very Best of Cream
Jane's Addiction: Three DaysRitual de lo Habitual
Guns N' Roses: Welcome to the JungleAppetite for Destruction
Edie Brickell & New Bohemians: What I AmShooting Rubberbands at the Stars
3 Doors Down: When I'm GoneAway from the Sun
D-12: When the Music StopsThe Eminem Show
Eminem: White AmericaThe Eminem Show
Creed: Who's Got My Back?Weathered
Eminem: Without MeThe Eminem Show
Black Label Society: You Must Be BlindMafia
The Cranberries: ZombieNo Need to Argue