We’re all players in the field of life

Running with invisible knives

We carve up the goal posts

From coast to coast

Tryna get there first

Sliding n trampling through the dirt

Planting seeds n climbing trees

Fall in a forest without a sound

Yeah we get tired n overwhelmed

Cause they kick us while we’re down

But like a football we’re off the ground

Gonna make it up n rise to the top

So never give in and never give up

Yeah some days are shit…

Never Quit

PC Immi got me itchin for a bitchin

Rx medi gimme a prescription

Something to calm the nerves

Before I start-a-pitchin

My Pa…My knight in shining armor

We’re blood we’re family

Intertwined summer sands

And you wanna tear us apart

For Christ sake you’re making a mistake

This is his mother’s resting place

And his father lives alone at 95

And the heart deserves the right

To be in two places can’t you see

Unconditionally forever and a day

Paid his taxes, paid what’s due

Won software design awards

Just to name a few

Yeah his contribution

It’s worthy of a standing ovation

But to you n you

Does it even ring a bell?

Ding dong let me remind you

That this is his home too

He paved the path n built a life

And this is where we all grew

Brother sister me

Uncle cousins and their kids too

But being an ex pat off he flew

Cause you do whatchya gotta do

And go where the crust aint burnt

But he always comes back

Italian boots and a British rucksack

His wife has a daughter here too

Who’s married True Blue

And they have baby Noah too.

But they’re caught up in a catch 22

In fact you’re sending her back

Cause you mute the voice with your multi choice

Impossible questions n sterile rejection

Fuckn authority n red ink

Stamping access denied on genuine applications

They didn’t skip the queue

But they’re jumpin through your hoops

While you’re munchin on ur fruit loops

Yeah who decides who gets to stay

And who’s gotta go?

So if they gotta go, I think i’ll go too

Cause It Aint True Blue

And it doesn’t feel like home

 

Fuk the politicians n government officials

Over-chargin homie-bargin

Corrupt cops they never stop

Flockn n mockn n heart-stoppin

Power hangin from their belts

Mr Frasers shootin tasers n earasin

With guns n bums n freedom never comes

Rain is comin black storm is formin

There gonna be a revolution a new constitution

Petition been signed by evry man & his watch-dog

Street gangs, bikies n suicidal schoolies

Fake chains and erratic names

Rebels yellin to their tellies

Info escapin into a  Japanese whisper

Repeated then deleted, extorted then imported

Rounded up like sheep without their bleep

Yeah catch us if you can

You’ll find us on the scrap heap

Beneath em cruel governmental rules

 

 

New song – in progress…  needs loads of work.  Just an idea so far

 

Lord of attraction are we in the wrong faction

Trapped in rat skin talkin ventriloquin

Kicked in the shin are we over-reactin

Strapped to the crossbow have we aimed too high

Flashin them rations n shakin the tin

Pickin the mix n scrappin the bin

Where have we gone are we lost in transmission

Losin our days while watchin them graze

Metal on metal soundin the steel

Pullin too hard n killin the deal

Whacked on the back by a pack of black jacks

Stealin our tools for mixin the gruel

Dogin the rules n actin the fool

Bendin the facts to get more tax

Shot like a rocket outta the pocket

Counter productor banking sub-tractor

Acid rain stainin the chain no pain no gain

Miss calculated… Infuriated… Figurines grated

(Oh) Are We Liquidated

New words. A song forming. 😕

Trapped, stifled, sandwiched in

Fermented fruit bruised by the heat

Rainbow trifle too sweet to eat

Diamond pinata too hard to beat

 

New song lyrics forming. I’ll write this out in next day or so. .

Hairy dog barkin into Saturday

Turn it up that two pack

Liftin cans might get lucky

You might getta six pack

Couch surfin time for turfin

Gotta get it back to two way

Win it back remote controller

Click it back to Friday

Moving into Saturday

Roasted Sunday

Double scooped sundae

Click it back to Friday

Mighty might no substitute

Gotta have it multigrained

Buttered up with Vegemite

Jingle Bells n wishin wells

Self worth diminishin

Cheap threads racked in

With price tags I can’t win

I guess I’d rather have nothin

When nothin seems to fit on

And I never seem to fit in

Can’t stand to be branded

So I’m leavin empty handed

Perfect little mannequin

Your givin me pain in my temples

Perfect little manequin

Sun kissed, shimmer glossed

Hot pink n gold draped

Speakers vibratin

To uptown girls with their

?

Fakin it to R Kelly

Don’t wanna sound envious

But I gotta write it down

Just to survive to boost me up the escalator

Revved up so see ya later

Drake

Speculatin ?

Wedding cake ??

Now I’m hiding in the bookstore

Flickin through why I failed

Maybe there’s a hardback

All about Love

 

 

 

 

Dance track.  Only one sentence of lyric.  Something to work on I guess…

 

Lyrics

 

I wanna give, wanna give, wanna give

I wanna give you head in my bed

Um,  Warning…  Explicit lyrics

V1

Fuck this feelin

Tryna sleep but dreamin

Of all the girls in the front row

Tight tops n long legs

Tits out, hands up

Teasin you, pleasin you

While I’m in the back row

Fightin to be yours

Why you keep ignorin me

Silently floorin me

(Why why why)

Why can’t you see me in the back row

White crow, clipped wings

V2

Summer bright lager

Sippin back on mangoes

A toast to the boys I knew

Aerosmith n rattlesnake

Heads up, thumbs down

Too cheesy, rap aint easy

Loved up in an elevator

Tappin on steel walls

Why you wanna torture me

Magpies swoopin me

(Why why why)

Why won’t you save me from the crossbow

Black snow, avalancher

Bridge

I Keep Knocking, I Keep Knocking

I Keep Knocking, I Keep Knocking

Ch

I’ve been knockin at your

Front door, back door

For two years or more

But you won’t answer my call

It’s like you don’t hear me at all

And I know I should be leavin

But instead I’ll keep on heavin

Cause baby I ain’t leavin

Instead I’m gonna hound ya

And knock a little louder

Until I knock that fucking door

Down into the ground

V3

Love struck violin

Mountain engine nearin

Right along the cliff’s edge

Tight rope n rich blow

Wits about ya, candy rapture

Cookie dough. vertigo

Flyin with the aliens

Surfin to your Fargo

Why you wire jawin me

Pink lady corin me

(Why why why)

Why don’t you play me broke banjo

Stage fright, buffalo

V4

fly

Red s, deep sea diver

Key words (v 3) –> drug store, prescription or prescribed, (or in chorus)