evilbeej: (Misc: Just Beachy)
And now the time's arrived at last
for the taking of names and the kicking of ass;
the lady entabled? A wound has acquired
and if we can't sort this then /we'll all get fired/
so cleave with your blades, run off at your mouths;
we'll kill all these fuckwits (pardon me, ladies) before things go south.

--

Strangely shifting shadows, ward his blighted eyesight's gaze
Away from hated dwarves and toward this labyrinthine maze!
Long see him things that can't exist, long scourge his sanity
and curse the things that he holds dear if he should think to flee!

--

everything broken and falling to ruin
daylight and eyesight and rhythm and tune
what's in the mirror that breaks all its glass?
who's on his deathbed and when shall he pass?
groping through darkness on trembling floors
hearing her screaming, the slamming of doors
lights in the sky that foretell all our fate
we whisper this prayer as they're closing the gate
never the sun again, never the sea
only the shadows that chase after me
friends within memory, friends long ago
steady my footsteps as toward death i go.
evilbeej: (Gina: Gina DC)
precision timing and tuning the brass
motion in shadowboxes under glass
the gears are all spinning, the fittings all gleam

my world is like clockwork that comes from a dream
my world is like clockwork that comes from a dream

the ticking of clocks and the winding with keys
a metronome's timekeeping, windowless breeze
no buttons undone and showing no seams

my world is like clockwork that comes from a dream
my world is like clockwork that comes from a dream

my dancers are turning, my soldiers at arms
my telescope watches my castles and farms
and ships that are sailing or chugging with steam

my world is like clockwork that comes from a dream
my world is like clockwork that comes from a dream

the children are perfect, the old folk are kind
no parent is idle and no eye is blind
and friends and good neighbors all cheer the same team

my world is like clockwork that comes from a dream
my world is like clockwork that comes from a dream

it's sunshine and roses that bloom in the shade
and nights full of fireflies and stars that won't fade
no war and no irony spoil the theme

my world is like clockwork that comes from a dream
my world is like clockwork that comes from a dream
my world is like clockwork that comes from a dream
my world is like clockwork that comes from a dream
evilbeej: (Cos: We're the LEGION you punk!)
if you need rain, you'll get rain, it'll wash clean your face
and the sunshine will dry it, leave of tears not a trace
on a soft bed of grasses, you can lay down your head
with a blanket of mosses to shield you from dread

so sleep in sweetness, your cares put aside
for nothing can harm you when with me you bide
your fears i'll parry with hope and with light
and the morning will greet you with sun shining bright

if it's indoors you're sleeping, you can still rest your head
for the doors are all closed and there is naught 'neath your bed
and the closet is guarded, no monsters within
so be still and be silent, that your dreams may begin

sleep in sweetness, your demons at bay
for nothing can harm you when with you I stay
fears can be vanquished with hope and with light
and the morning still greets you with sun shining bright
evilbeej: (Strummer)
SLANT SIX (Strummer)

[from Joe Strummer's first solo album "Earthquake Weather" (1990). Transcribed by Jennie Kaufman]

Youth, money, success and power
Expressing your soul to critical acclaim
Now you're insatiable--there's no stopping you
If something lasts for a minute--it's scored a hit with you
What are you gonna do for an encore?
C'mon baby after an act like that
People are gonna scream for more

You've got Juan-Les-Pins
You got the needle and the deep cellar wine
You've got the slow boat to China
You own part of South Carolina

How about wrapping your slant six
Around Inspiration Point?
Or I wanna be alone
That's your other choice
You've got Juan-les-Pins
You've got the needles and the deep cellar wine
You've got the slow boat to China
You own part of South Carolina

That's what you were to the crowd
The imprint is indelible
Who the hell cares what you are now
The soundtrack is too loud
And everything's sweet except for
Avoiding books and magazines
What a fate to be imprisoned
At the height of your dreams

You've got Juan-les-Pins
You've got the needles and the deep cellar wine
You've got the slow boat to China
You own part of South Carolina.

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