The
Creek
[Trend/Ruyard]
took a pilgramage downtown
and ran into myself at the creek
gloomy browed
head bowed
hell at my feet
lookin' for a saviour
in the gutters of the street
checkin' for my freedom
guess I lost it up the creek
took a pilgramage downtown again
and ran into myself again
at the creek
gloomy browed
head bowed
dead at my feet
the sky looks so fucked
when your lyin' lifeless there
when your tryn' to get a nickle
some cash, man, anything to spare
so I can get my magic fix
and bring me back to life
coz I'm just lookin' for a saviour
in the gutters of the street
to take away the feelin'
to take away the pain
checkin' for my freedom
to lock my soul away
but
they don't come 'round no more
guess I lost them up the creek
while lookin' for a saviour
in the gutters of the street
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Poison
Bitch
[Trend/Ruyard]
everything pretty seems poisonous
anymore
crystal
needles: velvet death
hide a wicked wicked world
plush
violet sad eyes I do see
pasted to the sky in abstract reality
plastic
singing in an angels tenor
with a serpent's tongue
welcome to your heart's demise
everything pretty seems so poisonous
anymore
lost in revelations of atheists galore
digging for resolution
to exhume only a whore
love becomes an eternal existence of
no more
golden
apathetic draperies
hanging peacefully from her heavenly brow
smirking
stars standing stoic
within plaster-made minds
drinking
delusion confections in
past rubied blue lips
silver
spoken lies of rime
dribbling a chaos of sensuality
to tempt you with her vicious nectar
welcome to your heart's demise
everything pretty seems so poisonous
anymore
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The
Wrong Voices
[Trend/Ruyard]
You've been listening to the wrong voices again
haven't you?
he asks
You've been listening to them too long, too long
oh far too long
he mentions softly
yes, I reply
most frankly
so, says he, hows the weather up there
and I say fine
and he says fine
I'm okay, and he's okay
obviously we're all just great
the voices do agree, things can't be so bad can they,
then?
'coz these voices try and speak the truth
and these voices know reality
and the voices say I'm nothing
and the voices say I shouldn't care
but I am
and I do
these voices tell me things I know they just ain't true
'coz he's not okay, and I'm not okay
the clouds are looking gray
overhead
yet still the battle of "I'm okay, I'm fine"
wages on
the cannons fire silence between us
and the voices carry on
as they try and play soothsayers
for the voices say I'm nothing
and the voices say I shouldn't care
but I am
and I do
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Ode
to Suburbanite Angst
[Trend/Ruyard]
your white bed sheets
and linoleum daisies
distort actuality
your blanched rugs
and floral finishing
mask conformity
well I don't need it
and I don't want it
so keep your blinders
to yourself
your liars smile
and pressed suits
scream for emancipation
with your high income
you're just as scum
as what you would condemn
well I don't need it
and I don't want it
so keep your blinders
to yourself
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Creep
[Trend/Ruyard]
I am a dodecahedron to the third
mask upon mask I don upon
my regal minds brow
the world is a beautifully ugly masquerade
with no room for us
and I am made of clay
but I am not malleable
I am a dodecahedron to the third
with my costume of indifference
my scepter is indefinite
twelve hundred faces
for twelve hundred lies
immovable and motionless
constant ever
I am a dodecahedron to the third
twelve hundred faces
for twelve hundred lies
I lie, I truthfully lie
I've got more faces than heaven and hell
it's nice to meet you
I wish you well
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My
Secret
[Trend]
i've got a secret
and i'd like to share
but no one wants to know
no one wants to see
so i'll just let it be
and manifest
and manipulate
and pollute
that's just me
i've got a secret
and now everyone can see
i don't even know what i'm hiding from anymore
is it reality
or is it a hallucination?
a nightmare
or daydream?
it's not my decision
so i'll just let it be
i have a secret
and now you all see
what an abnormality i've become
and you all can be just like me
manifest
manipulate
pollute
reality, or is this all a hallucination?
am i alive?
or just a dream....
so i'll just let it be
and
put the razor to my head
and pull the trigger
that's my secret
and you all know
and you all see
that i'm not alive
i'm not alive
turn out the light
i'm not alive
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Eye to
Eye
[Walker/Trend]
walking the streets alone, no surprise
people look through me and don't meet my eyes
there's nothing but silence to drown out the noise
of facing the day when you can't make a choice
but you see me
eye to eye
give no excuse
lost in the finding
revealing the truth
is this what love's all about?
for once not alone in a world full of lies
an angel of mercy in hardened disguise
takes my hand in the shuffle of blind men and fools
and leads me to where we can make our own rules
she sees me
eye to eye
gives no excuse
lost in the finding
revealing the truth
stars for our blanket
the world for our bed
hold me forever
for the tears I've not shed
and tell me this is what love's all about
if feeling is wrong then curse me to hell
it's better than life all alone in a shell
I don't need to say it, cuz she just understands
the unspoken dreams in our own promised land
she sees me
eye to eye
takes no excuse
heals me softly
gives no abuse
not a notch or a trophy
not just one in a line
she sees who I am
lets me take my time
and I know that this is what love's all about
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Moppet
[Trend/Ruyard]
a silent figurine
forlorn and pristine
tongue tied
bleary eyed
beaten down by ancient romance:
all pomp and circumstance
a satire for the sadistic
a love story for the masochistic
simply living his death to the fullest
what are we to do you with you?
a sacred figurine
taut and serene
oppressed with old-times ivy
verdant leaves inversely lively
to spoken word
and vision blurred
by vermilion lesions
inflicted iodine reasons
he bleeds the same as us all
yet from wounds so very tall
simply living his death to the fullest
what are we to do with you anymore?
how am I to put you back together now?
my pretty figurine
whimsical thorozine
be alive tonight
draw up the curtain, no more blight
grant a celestial vision
a beatific fission
between dismay and illusion
let me be a reality fusion
to ease your grief
scatter your pieces to the reef
counterfeit light
to guide the night
vestiges of my pretty figurine
he's now alive and clean
simply living his life to the fullest
alive, alive, alive at last
no longer a pretty figurine
forsaken eyes and logic lean
yet sky lit eyes
and a smiling size
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Sidewinder
[Trend/Ruyard]
pull the sky on top of me
drown in entropy and lunacy
spare tomorrow
for next week
perhaps I'll be myself
again again
everyone wants to get some
faster than fuckin' lightning; sidewinder
(hahahaha....)
perhaps I'll be myself
again again
across the dejected sea
span mile over space
feel empty in your emptiness
you clown of an angst ridden
nothing (these are not my faces)
reality isn't real anymore
because I said so
(hahaha..)
everyone wants get some..
but no one's giving away
.... faster than fuckin' lightening; sidewinder
down in the noxious syringe
drowning in a erroneous euphoria
oh look, I'm deadened again
corpse be smitten in sidewinding
shadows
everyone wants to get some
faster than fuckin' lightening; sidewinder
but with this little pill
yeah?
perhaps I'll be myself
again again
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Amnesia
[Cabral/Trend]
skip into oblivion
and wander in nostalgia
over sunshine ruins, draped
in candle light;
teased with useless murals
and moved by silent faith
skip into oblivion
blinded by my light
forget
the dreary contemplation
forget the simple idle madness
kiss the heavens with your feet
and fly on darkling wings
to your pink oblivion
of no tomorrow
and no care to spare
for the iridescent gods
wary we are
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Inside
On the Out
[Trend/Ruyard]
out on the inside
inspecting the exterior through
a keyhole window
you fiendish mastermind
i see right through you as you wave
i won't say hello
i know better
you saw him too didn't you?
wasn't he your maker?
and yours and yours and yours
i've seen it all before
he smiles when he lies
he shows his admiration
with separation
error error
rewind, my friend
we did it wrong this go
exit the machine and try again
he passes again
you saw him too didn't you?
(deja vu? have I see this shit before?)
he is my maker
and you and you and you
the illness
i've seen this all before
he smiles when he lies
and shows his admiration
through separation
turn off this machine
looking out on the inside
it all makes sense now
through this keyhole window
a tiny illumination in the dark
i know better now
and i walk away
turn off this machine, for me.
flip, flip, flip..
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