Posted by madgarlick on May 7, 2008
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
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Posted by madgarlick on May 4, 2008
As I look outside my window
I see cloudbursts in the sky
No-one told me they would explode
No-one told me I would dieStep inside my ring of fire
You can hold me if you want
As the flames rise squeeze me tighter
Then you scream because you need more
You can’t see me when the wind blows
You can’t look into my eyes
All the trees are moving softly
Set in motion by my crys
Steel away my sweet red cherry
Hold it up so you can laugh
Give it to your fellow soul mate
If you keep it it won’t last
Rape me with your hands of silver
Press then hard to brake my heart
Carry me up to see the sun rise
Let me fall when you get tired
Step inside my ring of fire
You can hold me if you want
As the flames rise squeeze me tighter
Then you scream because you need more
© simon garlick
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Posted by madgarlick on April 24, 2008
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
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