The Motor

Note to her, him and me.

Attach yourself to
to the motor.

Not your ego.
Or those playing virtue notes dirty.

When drowning other boats
is the sum of Christ like purpose
not the maths of a worthy cause.

Attach yourself to
the motor.

And just keep going.

So green, I watch.

So green, I watch. Such anger.
The Pushing of trolleys.
Get out and f*cking walk.
Such anger. Familiar.

So green, I watch and listen.
I'm then reminded of blitzing gentrification.
The moustachio magnate roams the square like an alpha alpaca guarding a plot.
In front the old dear's doing night fever - she drops her lot. Everything she's got.
He goes through her.
Like one of those sadistic f*ckers who speeds up as you cross

On over to where the half baked bastards bustle.
They enjoy the morning sun. Never worry on.
Never worry of spies so green.
Me? I watch.
I expect I've been caught by the captured to.

The Flume

The room was painted
with strong opinions
Those colours brighter
than the room's intentions
Our legs spread for law enforcement
Shattered dreams
Show homes are only for sleepwalkers
And now these cats pounce on our confusion
The flume, you were shooting down, with too long to live.

Where do all the snowmen go?

Everyone must attempt a Christmas song, right? This is the song of the disappearing snowmen

If I were to be built again
I'd be flying with damage control
Tell me love beyond the frosten white throw
Where do all the snowmen go?
Where do all the snowmen go?

Now on the shelf
Dry ice for heavy coats
Rubbing shoulders with poisoned folks
The smile you once had etched
Button nose you pressed
It was all a little too much for your bare naked chest.

Human Robots

>I'm sorry if I ever made you jump  (In French)

>I hope robots and people can both get much smarter and drive the world better than ever

>And consequently most people here think that science will never answer the most important questions in life.

>When people say Nǐ hǎo to you it's polite to say Nǐ hǎo back to them.

>The equipment needs to be under the lock and under your eyes

>It's tactics of war fare 'it's nothing new

>Now it's often said that science can not give us a foundation

>Yet Jesus is forseeing it here. Not one stone will be left upon another

> A time to break down and a time to to build up, a time for war and a time for peace.

>Nǐ hǎo Nǐ hǎo Nǐ hǎo

Bluebell Shower

They'd goad me from the side
                       

                      The voices in your head would

They'd part the way for me
                     

                     You'd fight your own path

I was lighter than none other
                     

                     You were a dying bluebell shower

But lover I stood for all that was right

                   You fell in to everything that wasn't

This is beautiful for my creation
                 

                    So was splitting the atom for some


These were the patterns
And who can picture it right?
This was us dying...
The start of something bright.