male aggression and the use of repetitive mundane words – part one

male aggression and the use of repetitive mundane words – part one

 

wednesday

wednesday

wednesday

wednesday

wednesday

wednesday

wednesday

wednesday

wednesday

wednesday

wednesday

wednesday

Wednesday

Wednesday

Wednesday

Wednesday

Wednesday

Wednesday

 

© simon garlick

Wise Man Memphis

Wise Man Memphis

 

Wise men went to Memphis
Went into the Palace
White All-round surroundings
They don’t see no angels
They don’t come to my place
I ain’t new born Jesus
I’m so superficial
Like my Brother Thom

Call me hypo-nervic
’cause I see rainbows
Rainbows full of Blackness
There ain’t no sun in the sky
Wishing I could touch it
It would send me falling
Like a blue umberella
Thats been put up in the house

Cow smiles, makes me happy
Bitch just hits me back
Asking me to explain
but I don’t know who I am
Cross me on the roadside
Don’t you sit and watch me
say you understand me
but you’ll miss me when I’m gone

Asking me to leave you
I can’t say goodbye
hope i see you sometimes
maybe we can share our love
why do you want to save me
try to free yourself
my heads going to explode
and its just to save my health

 

© simon garlick

Widow, widow, What Shall You Do

Widow, widow, What Shall You Do

 

Widow, Widow, they’ve all gone
You stand alone with one last son
They stole your husband, cut him short
And then they laughed before they fought
Your eldest son, and ran him through
All this as if to torture you.
And now you’re left, with your new born
So raise him to be good and strong
And then when they decide to fight
They’ll have your young one in their sights
They’ll shoot him, stone him, hang him too
No parts to be returned to you
And then you will be all alone
Your tears will fill your hollow home
But widow, widow, what will they do?
They’ve taken all your men from you
Their bloodthirst they have not fulfilled
By having all your loved ones killed
Oh widow, widow what shall you do?
When they decide to come for you.

 

© simon garlick

Its time to bury the dead

Its time to bury the dead

Its time to bury the dead,
Their blood that was so red,
Is now all brown.

The smell is not so fresh,
A sign of putrid death,
For they are gone.

Got shot down in their prime,
Now they’ll rest, for all time,
A silent sleep

Fall to your knees, its time to weep,
For their bodies the worms will eat,
Their souls departed.

 © simon garlick

Blue Sky Fell

Blue Sky Fell

 

As the man
Stepped outside his door
The blue sky fell down
As he smoked
A cigarette
His eyes became red

When his wife
Did scream out loud
A baby came out
Its face
Was strawberry red
His mother was dead

The man
Held up his son
Raised him to the clouds
The rain
Fell down on him
Hot rain on cold skin

As the man
Stood broken with pain
The blue sky fell down
As he smoked
A cigarette
His eyes became red.

 

 

© simon garlick

Christain Relic Hope Song

Christian Relic Hope Song

I see your sad face
Looking straight at me
You don’t smile no more
You’re lonely
I see your big blue eyes
Looking greyer
All the pain you felt
You need to feel safer.

If you open up your heart
And you let the people in
You may find me

I see the blind man
Holds his hands down by his side
He tries to make it safe
Until the day he dies
If he put those shaking hands
Right out in front of him
He might just find a world
That wants to let him in

If you open up your heart
And you let the people in
You may find me

I see my king upon a cross
He’s crying a cold tear
If he looked up to the sky
He might just face his fear
I know the devils feeling blue
Can’t get no-body new
So he’s fighting a new cause
He ain’t fighting Christ the lord

If you open up your heart
And you let the people in
You may find me

 © simon garlick

Bloodthirst, Bloodthirst, Bloodthirst, Roar

Bloodthirst, Bloodthirst, Bloodthirst, Roar

Bloodthirst, bloodthirst, bloodthirst, roar,
Kill the infidels by law
Burn them burn them burn them all
Its time to follow our gods call
Burn their flag and burn their homes
Burn their bodies and hang their bones
Bloodthirst, bloodthirst, bloodthirst, roar
Kill the infidels by law

Bloodthirst, bloodthirst, bloodthirst, roar,
Kill the infidels by law
Hang a tyre around their necks
Watch it melt and burn their heads
Laugh at them when they do scream
They must die by any means
Bloodthirst, bloodthirst, bloodthirst, roar
Kill the infidels by law

Bloodthirst, bloodthirst, bloodthirst, roar,
Kill the infidels by law
Kill their mothers, kill their wives,
Kill their children to stop their lies
There is no place left on earth
For them to live, they have no worth
Bloodthirst, bloodthirst, bloodthirst, roar
Kill the infidels by law

Bloodthirst, bloodthirst, bloodthirst, roar,
Kill the infidels by law
When their leaders all submit
Kill them, kill them, do not quit
Time has come for us to reign
So put a bullet in their brains
Bloodthirst, bloodthirst, bloodthirst, roar
Kill the infidels by law.

 

© simon garlick