Blood Line

Childishness is not lost in
Childhood is lost in time
Androgeny has left my body
Ambiguity has left me behind
with that blood red sign
and I am looking for an outline
so go on define me
your theory on what I should be
your theory this side line
with my blood red sign.

just give me my
body back
just give me my head

Meaningless is nothing without meaning
is nothing without concept
the same as theory
I got a theory hanging over my head
I got an ideology hanging on my bed frame
my mother gave me a rosary and said
this is Jesus, your best friend
so I prayed and Jesus never came
he only came to take her away
but I'm sure he had his reasons
I'm sure he was really really busy
and I am effeminate
yes I am partly masculine
so I am not expecting a blessing from God
or Jesus, my best friend.

Sovereign Throne room

I draw the line
at my nose
I draw the line
under my nose
and up it goes and down I fall
yeah, up it goes and up I come

Am I a door way
To something?
Am I a door way
to my Sovereign throne room?

I draw the line
at forcefullness
I draw the line
at your fists
but down they come and down I fall
down they come and down blood falls
I draw the line
at my breasts
I draw the line
at my thighs
but in you come and out you go
just in and out

Am I a door way
to something?
am I door way
to your sovereign throne room?

I draw the lines
over the image
draw lines
over your picture
but in you've come and in you'll stay
Just in and in
I draw lines
over your memory
draw lines
over the fixture
but in you've come and in you'll stay

Limbo Limbs

So I held my heart and my head on a platter
thinking you'd suck up my soul
burp out the shell of my matter
that you'd, grind my bones for your bread
use my skin as a blanket for your bed for you to lay on.
But you never tumbled down
you never rolled around
you just folded me up neatly
and put me right back in the cupboard
so I have no where to point my finger
so it's here in Limbo I linger, bloody bitter
saying

Ooo, oo, oo la la
Why don't you just break me down
Cause my bones are my battle ground
my flesh the only fight that I've found
build me up brick by brick baby
just to tear me down

So I hold my breath,
preparing for the slaughter
When I jump I hope
that beneath theres no water
that my heart will shatter
my body frame will batter
so Humpty Dumpty can put me back toghether.
But your words can only be twisted
into a boquet of lillies with that sticky sweet scent
that lingers around,
while I'm decomposing in a body that ain't mine
and spending all my soul on the rent
saying

Monsters

Every night in my sleep the monsters they creep out
from underneath my bed
they won't be locked up any longer
but I know the feeling of feeling this feeling
is so head reeling the pull
is getting stronger

smother Mother in concrete
forget what the grass looks like
and you know that the tips of the icebergs
are just the sign of her cold crying eyes


Hello Mother Mother I can see you in my bed
and if I didn't know any better
I'd say that you were dead
because your finger tips are yellow
your once red lips are now blue
and if I didn't know any better I'd say I looked like you
I've been holding on to the crevices in these concrete buildings
I've been holding on to the last rose in the crack of the pavement
I've been holding on to the hope of a regimental army
so where are my soldiers? Where are my soldiers?
Look over my shoulder and you've all disappeared
because I've been by myself far long

Every night in my sleep the monsters they creep out
in a hopeless endeavour to make mother well
and you know that the surface we stand on
is just the outer, just mother's shell

Smother ourselves in concrete
forget what our skin looks like
and you know that I swear I'm not this smooth on the inside
give me a mirror
Wanna see what I look like
stick it internal
wanna see all my insides
am I really this ugly like Mother in my bed?
am I really half dead?

Words

Ladies and Gentlemen
I'd like to tell you about a good little girl
she was such a good little girl
that she did all the things that a good little girl should
and she was coming home from the market one day
and she was carrying a basket of fruit
and she just well...... (threw up)
and all these

Words words words
they just fell out her mouth
they just fell onto the pavement
and she don't know what to do
'cause everybody's laughing
yeh everyone's staring
so she stands up to try and make a statement
yeh she stands up to scream them even louder
saying

But my skin was never that soft
it was all the powder puff glamour
with my self-conscious stammer my elegant manner
I was the perfect girl
but my lips where only that red from all of the biting
back of my words

Ladies and gentlemen
I'd like to tell you about a fierce young man
he was such a fierce young man that he would just
growl at all of the ladies
and he could talk the talk
and he could just walk the walk
and he could just talk
until one day all of these

tears tears tears
they just fell out his mouth
they just fell onto the pavement
and he don't know what to do 'cause everybody's laughing
yeh everybody's staring
so he stands up to try and make a statemnet
he satnds up to howl and wail even louder
saying

But my voice was never that gruff
it was always gentle
all of my problems were never for the physical but for the mental
and all of my chin was only that chiselled from all of the biting
back of my words

and he cries he cries and daddy calls him a faggot
and the more he cries more daddy says it's a maggot
eating at the essence of your manliness
and trapping the fish in the net
and he locks his son he locks him in the closet
and all his face is tied up in worry knots
all daddy's fingers are worn down to the bone
from scraping at the walls of his box
saying

I love you until my dying day, son
I love you until your stereotype wears away
I love you apart from this ugliness, son
I love you but this is just weakness

Mayday Houston

It's when I card board box myself in
My head say,
Mayday Houston we are going under
When I pull in all of my paper mache limbs
My head say,
Mayday Houston, Mayday Houston
When I bubble wrap myself up in bubble wrap skin
my head say,
Mayday Houston, Mayday Houston.

So I cover up my scent
'cause I'm too scared of showing
where I'm going when I'm in decline.
Although we talk all the time
we even smile at each other
something tells me
I'm going sour
Maybe a little sharp on the tip of the tougue
I'm getting angry
Maybe a little bitter
a little bitter girlie.

So I jump
yes I jump right down
'cause I like the sound
of my limbs thrashing around
as I struggle to get up from underneath
all these tented sheets
where I have been stagnating for weeks
And there's rumours going around that I have metamorphosised
into some kind of monster with plastic eyes,
it's that filmy glazy look that I always maintain
it says I use a different logic to majority brain.

Mayday Houston Limited edition Ep is my 7 song EP of which there are only 48 copies left.
Songs on the EP are:
Mayday Houston
Limbo Limbs
Monsters
Sovereign Throne Room
Words
Blood Line
And No Tea Was Made