Hello :) welcome to expression beyond vision as it stands right now. Sorry my page is still kinda a mess, been kinda busy recently and somewhat negleted my cyberlife. So these are the words from my past presented in a disorganised randomness picture a room with thousand of sheets of paper strewn across the floor so dive in grab something hopefully you'll like it if not then grab something else one day I might tidy this up sort out all the rap and through it out, but for the time being I'm sorry but your just going to have to rummage have fun, and even if ya don't write to me dreims@geocities.com P.O. 1057, Camberwell Victoria, Australia, 3124 ohh yeah and by the way all the stories, poems, prowse, letters, songs etc unless otherwise stated are the orginal copywrited work of David Dreimann (that's me) so don't plagerise my stuff or I get pissed and persue legal action, CRUMPLED PAPERS ON THE FLOOR a work of Poetry by DREiMs (David Dreimann) Blurbs are suposed to be like a brief summary of the story, well this one isn't. Haven't written a poem in a while, well at least not one that I've been wrapped in, but I've got all these ones lying around, like canvas' stored in a garage, no one to see them, so I'm sitting here and I've found myself typing this blurb, may as well given one or two to the gallery, seems kinda narcarcistic (which I'm guessing I have spelt wrong, one thing to try and impress people with big words another thing to try and spell em) to hang a picture on yourself on a public wall, but I guess I'm just kinda romantising the idea that someone out there might get something from what I do, anywho I give you poetry, old and new, liked and unliked, me and me no longer...for the need of a catogory we shall call it poetry. ----- AuGoGo and the Art of Fighting Fri, 30 May 1997 revised Sat, 09 Aug 1997 "love and best wishes something rainbow a soft and snuggle place puffy clouds" walking through another minds eye talk to the quirky pigs as I that to the car pool big junk sharies munching mortals by the side the road is long and whinding so take my hand and fly turtles look their heads pool out then pool back in then turn to the right because what is right I no longer know so much innocence lost with the birth of knowledge kiss the life goodbye welcome the perfect skys sunny sunny sunny skies my boots are old my pants have faded I'm a messy talking dressing pavement longing for a pint long for wine long for something the beginning or the end wondering from someone the never ending homes take two and return in the morning course of action, re-action glory or morning? perhaps morning glory better to be pissed off then pissed on "And if its only me who's scared strapped into electric chairs ring the moon like a broken bell" burn down the fool takers town and watch as he laughs at the blaze let him lie there and think let him learn there then die and what? where is it all going unending accomplish, what? fading a ripple something more than I'm not maybe I just sit and play my music takes me away to the guitar fun park master piece you can deny a thousand thoughts and make you fears come true you can open everything then not know what to do so we live so alive so once more I say goodbye ----- Hats Thu, 03 Jul 1997 Updated version of Sat, 09 Aug 1997 Have you ever seen those hats those big fat funky felty hats the ones with bells they buy at shows have you seen those And have you looked at him or her wearing that hat and thought hhmmmm errr... so you're one that wear's those hats those big fat felty funky hats Have you questioned those in hats those big fat funky felty hats did you buy that how does it fit what it is that makes you wear it And have you worn a hat and befriended those that dress like that regardless of their strange strange hat that big fat felty funky hat Have you found with hats those big fat felty funky hats that people treat you just like that like one who wears a funky hat pity that so many scare when seeing big fat funky hats afraid to touch afraid to wear a big fat felty funky hat i don't know what i think of hats they suit some friends but there's more than that don't know would i like to wear a hat a big fat funky felty hat so i'll wait and see if one falls on my head may be me may not be me those big fat felty funky hats the end ----- 3/1/97 Drinking in my darkness Drinking in my darkness Reveal an innerside That bites and grabs and fights me But makes me fell alive His actions out of instinct His being moves with fear His lust for food and sex Is far but always near Drinking in my darkness I cannot feel emotion I stive as life and make my stife But I can change the stations And slip back into feeling Come back and see my love Stop an think of thinking Start and drift above And you can be quite frighten for he is in us all Some books they call it satan that causes us to fall But you should know as I do that you really fight yourself Destroy your acts of glory and fight for less than health Far ease to blame a monster then to see you other side That leaps from in your darkness no matter where you hide And I accept my creature for I, I cannot fight it I welcome it with open arms but prefer to leash and tie it ----- Rydges Canberra WORDS FROM A NIGHT at home in my mind listen to the words of the worlds few the chicky sitting on my room mates bed speaking of poured stories prowse struggling to smile smiling at struggle listen to her speaking Unforgetable songs ooze softly flowing their notes into my mood U and I Me and I identify knock not mock 3:00am love pink blue and yellow so much joy misplaced the sorrow of confusion identify you and I no need to fear fever primal scream talk to me happy free e tea cup journey miss sugar plum fairy wings lucent rainbow arms around me can't you see? escape-ed stupor-ed contented blissfully More words for ms lizards old stranger old friend similar stimular smile can I think the thoughts of downfall and smile like an ignorant child wiser than some who call themselves wise with numbers and paper and worrying eyes happy now always for what the future brings no need to think of action while the river flows enjoy the ride fool- no need to row let it flow gental stream even rapid fall still take me give me so riding the waves take me free ----- (All hail) KING COOL MAGOOL don't be brain-washed by evil believe in me for I am real you can hear my words of truth I'm your savior your what to do All hail King Cool Magool Renounce the Fredist Rule All hail King Cool Magool Renounce the Fredist Rule tell your friends that I'm right too they are wrong if they doubt you I'm the one to take you there so place you trust in me don't question don't dare All hail King Cool Magool Renounce the Fredist Rule All hail King Cool Magool Renounce the Fredist Rule your blind faith control my lead and only through my eyes I'll let you see I am the one the only way if you want to live do as I say All hail King Cool Magool Renounce the Fredist Rule All hail King Cool Magool Renounce the Fredist Rule (repeat until painfull) ----- GOLD fISH i wish i was just a goldfish swimming in a worlds so plastic and free i wish they could change my water eat my food flakes content to be me can't remember past or future here and now 3 second memory i wish i thought like a goldfish every new breath a discovery so unburdened swim in circles each one joyfully different and free ---- SONG FOR MY DARK FRIEND THE STRANGER Walking down the street with no money in my hand bouncing empty coins on bolony and spam tasting chessy iron with the wax-ed studor bait walking down the street again playing with my fate when a chicky bums a cig and lights it with a smile tells me tales of winter warns the end is nigh and thunders crash like a black board sun with tiny fish flakes melting in the fun of the fat in the stove that is frying in the pan dating empty wrapers in a garbage can wishing for the time the talent and the place when lighting strikes the ground she's hitting my face still i keep on staring climbing up her dress as she's peeling back the drawers and opening the chest where the key to the lock is minding her clothes and the weevil on the ceiling is blowing his nose And the sun slowly sets And the life slowly dies And the ash slowly burns And the fats still fries And the sun slowly sets And the life slowly dies And the ash slowly burns And the fats still fries ---- WHAT i'M SAYING Yellow gobbles blissly through the moon lite sky I'm talking to a clothes pin and know one knows why my teeth are yellow green with diamonds and spurs I'm looking at a girl who loves this worlds and you'll never know what I'm saying never show how I'm feeling never know what I'm saying never show how I'm feeling -----the page is torn here----- WHEN SHE COMES Drifting into deep dark thoughts Come join me in my confused world Melting clocks and twisted faces joint by thicket tongues I am one but you are many tell me when she comes To speak of silence and shout out noise To paint with purple nuns And I am but a junoir giant Please tell me when she comes I stand here sitting I wait here wanting Something that never runs I walk here lying and think of thinking What happens when the day is done Please tell me when she comes Understaning of endless questions That never cease to be I'm always learning Always thinking Why does this have to be And no one knows coz no ones answers No one speaks to themselves I while I waiting standing lying My blind Eyes hear their sun I see a blurred distroted picture And from it I can runs But still am sitting walking kneeling Please tell me when she comes ----- Extract from a letter I still don't know what I've already been told And now under my eventful/eventless night sky It's nice Nice knowing That in the beauty Of a natural creation That thoughts and worries Of cost price And Social Duty Can slowly fade and a moment can take over And provide warmth Provide joy And Feed fuels within the mind, soul and heart ----- My journal from the Year 12 Art Canberra trip OK well on the request of a couple of people I am typing up my journal from the canberra trip, I do my best to keep it the same as when I wrote it, here goes...My inital perceptions; of Canberra. [these brakets indicate not in notes added while re-writting] --- Still dark lamp lights and the occasional car light shine through the thick fog in fuzzy balls of light. I cannot even see the words I write. Light as a glimps of something that was missed by a speeding car darting past on the freeway draw from memory in darkness from that very car. [PIC] Now much lighter fog and darkness have faded and wait in anticipation for there relief...the dawning of a new day. OK at the airport. I DONT LIKE AIRPORTS But ok I'm still alive watching bad televsion in docking area 3 hope I'm in the right place *stops to watch wishbone the talking dog* I made the thing go of AHHHH! seriously I'm looking at the door thing i-i and I go ok those things on TV where security jumps on you, there made up so I walk through and this alarm goes off airport security jump me and run that magic wand thing over me they searched my wallet! laugh at my driver license photo [which you too can laugh at if you find my homepage] and X-ray my walkman (which is now acting strange) looked back to mum and said "OH NO THEY'VE FOUND THE DRUGS" which got me a displeased smile "we'll get you yet" look and I moved on, now I'm here writting... OK survived the flight, the cardigin's love fool played on the plane and was on the TV when we got to the motel it may become the theme song of the trip the fighlt was ok something really awesome about flying, floating above the clouds. This is one weird town built like less than 50 years ago, the goverentment just pointed to an empty space in the dessert and said OK we'll build a city here [this is not entirly true but if you really care about the history of canberra you'll run a net search for it] It's like a big theme park that turned into a town. so many ugly houses so much space between them. it's a tiny town too, would suck to live here. It's sunny the air tastes differnet, it's [canberra] like a chocolate bud on a piece of bacon, but it's ok. There's nothing here exept a collection of national buildings that nobody else could have, embassy, gallery, insituations, you can see on end to the other The other thing that really grabs you is the emptyness, shear silence, and lack of people NOBODY here! an empty town. it's defining characteristic right now is it's lack of character The gallery is something else I sit alone and write in silence while paintings [and] photos stare down on me with shear power awesome. [I feel like a] stranger in a strange land. I could bask all day in their emotion but time pushes me on I now sit in the gallery garden the sun shines reflecting off green silver bronze, nature and sculpture life and man's comentary of it together as one in the magikal garden. Silence is broken by distant rumbling of winds and bells church? bells ring gothic tunes in the distance like the soundtrak of a childs surreal nightmare making this place even more unreal. ONe cannot imagine what makes them play they just are there as as is this atmosphere. we are now being rounded up like lost sheep and placed back on the bus, some are so lost they haven't yet traveled from there own house. Now it's parlament house a supposed testomony to the glory of democracy this should be interesting suprisingly the content of the house did not grab me rather it's construction running all due points the whole town is a compass and while it's creation was inaccordance with a human mind one cannot help but notice the natural energies felt when standing facing due north in the centre of town regardless of the fact the you are nowhere in a dessert definate natural forces flow as one would imagine being felt standing in the middle of the pyrimids the only thing is noone is here to use these forces, I can only hope they help our politicians after pauising breifly to buy cinema tickets and check out the local talent headed to the war memorial where I was met by incredible feelings of pain mateship and pride. I found the portarit of my great grandfather standing tall not slouched proud of who he was but without an ego in his face I could see my mothers my grand mothers and my own. I know hope that I will stand tall also and that perhaps a grandson of mine will one day look on me and find the samething I spoke with two security guards seperately a man and a woman interested in my sketch they spoke to me brief momnets converse yet with sympathy I wonder when tommorow comes will they remember me Back at the motel thingy about to watch a vid doesn't stop. Video is some bald guy talking talking about the critera assesment CAT things he's being FD :) AHHH =O *yawns* hope this gets better can get much worse BORED!...... OK it's over wass too bad wasn't in the mood for it OK morning after saw scream lst nght which was cool, cliche tacky yet cool last night was uneventful our zany pranks [which included order a strippered for one of the supervising staff (she never showed) and the failed reorganisation of bedrooms (putting the beds outside) ] fell through and now it's back to the gallery Back in the gallery a few feet in front of DE KONNG's Woman V his mordeen day femme fatal. I cannot help but to think of recent past misconceptions enguffed in the visually expressive side of yje mind I can't help thinking of the both of you yet it is only Nita I wish was here [in the gallery] with me perhaps engulfed in music my thoughts would and feeling would push me the other way. I have been seated infront of a IADO (Japanese art of sword drawing) demostration. two interests with in me thier attraction spawned to different manifestation, but today the choice I make on how I feel has me studying art and moving where ever by tommorow I must warn myself that another may be my master The sword things pretty cool, slice not hack and "how to draw and replace the sharpest blades on earth without cutting of your hands fingers and toes" OK that was pretty crazy, not only was this guy slicing this blade that could cut through steel around. The concentration was amazing you could see the energy glowing around him. the awesome nature of the demostration almost glorifies the purpose of the artform to kill slice even though the act is a last resort Reminds me of OB1 with the saber he's even got the same suit kinda anywho very cool. After eating some very rank baked chips [we're now] at the Noland Gallery I don't think much of Noland's paintings in general with few exceptions his obsession with recapturing his childhood with ignorant depections of memories and events through the eyes of a childare not to my liking sure they're cute and if he was my four year old son I'd hang them on my fridge but assuming Sidney wasn't mentally retarded his youthful aproach at painting has little valu to me and with the exception of novelty value it has little value to art. he was probably a great bloke very happy and friendly this shows through his paintings he may even be wise his perception is unique and as his carrer progressed he became more expressive [but most of his painting all feel the same] as oposed to the emotionless (happy go luck child emotin stuff different from adult) comentar of his early work didn't deserve a knighthood felt more emotion staring at the purple singer [Sir, I really don't think the guy deserved a nighthood I felt more emotion from single coloured canvases The Singer (huge straigh purple painting) anywho Sir] My god the block which built the place went to scotch perhaps there's still hops ;) CAnberra school of Art well this place is EMPTY would be nice to capture landscapes of turn inward but in order to make comentary of human life there has to be some of it around [I don't think I could (or would benifit from) live or study there] Well trips over bags are packed and off to the airport I can only hope the flight back is as awesome as the trip in floating about the clouds actually I just hope I don't get too queezy --- These are mearly thoughts jotted down when I could I wish I could also share with you the sketches and photos perhaps one day well that's it hope you found something in it farewell love David ----- DEVOUROR OF ALL MEN I have a friend her name is sin she's devourer of all men tight short shirt showing that flesh flat stomach she uses that chest she play the part and suck you in With a wink request or pout she'll grab a hold of you and break you heart wrap you round her finger with the rest of the bunch use you like the rest of them playing with you mind till you want her so much she's taken over twenty of them watch out devourer of all men because men are stupid and it's fun she'll laughs cunningly while you succum digging her teeth deep into your neck succubus dream stealer till your wrecked she knows just what to do and she's comming to get you ----- THE DRONES Like Bee's each hive standards levels and queens do what your told (to do) don't do what you please A special level determined by what? self loving wankers that suck each others cocks Obsiqueios fanws with fantastic status they play with there pawns don't care if they break us Their all blind foools can't leave the hive decieved and addicted they dn't need it to survive And I will drink your honey till the day that you see that friendship doesn't wotk like this (there's) no need to be a bee ----- WHAT IF I TURN IN TO A TURNIP AN A TULLIP GROW FROM THE HANDS OF THE WOMAN THAT TRIES TO FARM ME What if I were a turnip to be farmed by farmer tullip what if I were a walrus to be spooned by mother frank what if I were a Yeti that glowed a bright blue green What If I were a monster that no one had ever seen What if I were A person A brighter human Being ----- Song For Meal A D A D A Mealia my friend I'll write you a song D with some cheesy lyrics to hum along A it won't be a master piece just a fews simple chords D and a few simple words I sorry coz you deserve more G Met her at a party fair gorgous maccas cousin Bb (113) wrote to her hoped with her G I hear you troubles as you hear mine Bb fears joys and sorrow and moments in time C hold you near as you lick at my ear Bb A D A D A Mealia my friend I'll write you a song D with some cheesy lyrics to hum along A it won't be a master piece just a fews simple chords D and a few simple words I sorry coz you deserve more G George and Toby and Ben and Lawrence Bb some help you through it ones just a shit G warm and comforting the touch of a friend Bb sweet naked fire what is it with men C darling huney sweety babe we all drink beer and watch the game Bb A Mealia my friend I'll write you a song D with some cheesy lyrics to hum along A it won't be a master piece just a fews simple chords D and a few simple words I sorry coz you deserve more ----- hOLE Don't touch the wick of the lens don't mock the things that she mends don't look inside my heart my jeans are black falling apart Down down down fucked forced in a hole down down down you stupid fuck ----- GORGOUS Gorgasm (1993) Starring Maxx and Easyriders centerfold Gabriella as a beautiful killer who lures men into her clutches with a provocative personal ad. Loaded with blood and nudity. Adults Only. Color. $14.95 come abuse me more I like it... I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again!--hark! louder! louder! louder! louder! "Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed!--tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!" If females are well fed, some males get away to mate another day. Females hang belly upward, rarely leaving the web. Your baby snakes crawled in my dreams what a feeble creature woman your long white silk you wrap around grip tight you hold them in your hand Deep crimson creams drips from your teeth what a feeble creature woman to prey upon to gain relief the hunter as the hunted Beings with a taste for flesh what a feeble creature woman milked killed shot between the eyes to fuel supply demand Ironic how this pattern still what a feeble creature woman in order to achieve it's thrill attracts it death the smile of a corpse danse of life danse macbre what a feeble creature woman create and feed the hungry wolves until they grant your end what a feeble creature woman what a feeble creature woman what a feeble creature woman what a feeble creature woman Attack of the Giant Leeches (1959) Swamp creatures with a taste for human flesh opulate this sci-fi release from Roger Corman's brother Gene. Starring Bruno Ve Sota and the always sexy Yvette Vickers (Playboy's Miss July, 1959) as his trampy wife. Yvette spends much of the movie driving Bruno nuts as she tauntingly applies lotion to her shapely legs, rebuffs his attempts at affection, flirts with customers and carries on an illicit affair with his best friend. $14.95 Blood Demon (1967) a.k.a. The Torture Chamber of Dr. Sadism Christopher Lee stars in this weird story about a count who has been beheaded and dismembered for killing virgins. His faithful servant puts him back together and the fun continues. Also with Lex Barker and Karin Dor. Color. $14.95 The Brain That Wouldn't Die (1959) Herb (Jason) Evers is a surgeon whose horrible driving causes his fiancee's decapitation. He keeps her head alive in a pan while searching for a suitable replacement body. Meanwhile, the head goes nuts and releases a monster made earlier by the doctor, resulting in a bloody rampage. Movies just don't come any better than this. Completely Uncut! $14.95 (I've actually seen this one) Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things (1973) Craze (1973) London antique store owner Jack Palance is the self-styled head of an occult group that sacrifices women during their strange rituals. It's no surprise that local police keep finding the bodies of murdered women dumped around the countryside. Also with Diana Dors, Suzy Kendall, Trevor Howard and Dame Edith Evans. $24.95 The Diabolical Dr. Z (1966) European sex/horror classic with Mabel Karr seeking revenge against the doctors she feels killed her father. She uses thought-control on a sexy nightclub performer (Estella Blain) whose long fingernails Karr intends to use as murder weapons! Lots of beautiful women appear in this weirdly erotic thriller. $14.95 ----- Spinning your Life on a roullette wheel why do we trust the illusion that is probibilty - I am but an imbassile I think I know not I think I think I know what I feel but I don't know but I don't know lossing assurence cause trust has taught me bite my glory if something so right is now just a fantasy not that but a memory Then how am I supose to see how am I supose to see One lesson he has taught me a moment is real until it is gone the future never comes A memory is sweet but serves no man static knowledge store to influence the present but not to be a part of it So walk with you feet bound a dream in the moment because when the time come it's time to get over it only fools trust what they cannot see tragic even more when what we seek, what we feel burns brightly but then is no more than ash tragic when the water in the dessert turns out to be but empty sand tragic that nothing is real for longer than we hold it in our hand And now I do it to myself again because I feel, and and taste and see I believe what may not be and I have pleadged my life to thee What a fool am I you cannot trust a moment until it's in you're hand tragic when watered dessert turns out to be just sand tragic that a moment real only when it's in your hand Joy for the man who finds what he see's is real Cannot base you future on the moment that you feel Makes much more sense (to live in the present tense) ----- Piece 3 (this is from my yr 12 english folio) Title: How to choose a bass guitar Style: Informative Audience: Individuals with around a year experience playing bass guitar who are intending on purchasing a new one. Aim: To inform what features should be looked for in a bass guitar. Describe an effective process of assessing these features. Enable people to buy the right bass guitar for there needs How to choose a bass guitar So youOre going to buy a bass and you want to find the right one for you. The following is a simply guide to ensure you get what youOre after. So youOve read through the trading post, or ventured down to youOre local music store and there in front of you is the potential instrument. HereOs what to do Look at the bass. The color(s) and shape should be appealing to the eye. Depending on itOs age and make these things will vary. Look at the neck, the strings, the shine, a good bass greets you with a warm glow that says Oplay me, I am your friendO (it is important to remember that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, go for a bass you like) (With the permission of the current owner) Lift the bass from the wall, stand or floor note itOs weight and the way it feels in you hands. A heavy bass may be solid enough to smash things with but if you ever play standing up the weight will become quite a burden. Hold the bass in a playing position try both standing and sitting with it. Is should feel comfortable against you body and your fingers should be able to evenly spread over the neck and frets (assuming it has a fret board). The next step is the most important. Play the guitar. First sitting down, start of with a common mellow selection. Work you way through some riffs then stand up and try some more heavy tunes then move into some funk. Finnish up with some experimentation slapping, popping, obscure finger usage, try out a pick. Make sure you have played a variety of tunes and styles. Pay particle attention to the results of the style you wish to use the bass for. The action should be low enough for you to comfortably hold each note, slapping and popping should not be difficult, and use of the forefingers and thumb should be easy. The neck should fit into your hand and each position on the fretboard should be accommodating. You should feel that the bass is working with you to play the test songs, if you have to fight the bass the itOs not the right bass for you. These pleasing features should be common over all styles of bass playing but in particularly should excel in the area which you intend as the major use of the bass. Second in importance only to the feel of playing is the sound. The bass should be properly tuned before you play it, if is not ask the current owner to tune it or do so yourself. It is important to play the bass on a good bass amp, or on an amp similar to the one which you own. While you are playing the bass as well as noting the feel you should be noting the sound. It sound be asetically pleasing in all styles, the mellow songs should sound mellow, the heavy songs heavy, the funky songs funky. Popping and slapping should sound solid and the pick ups should be doing a good job amplifying your playing. You should be particularly impressed with the sound of movements you intent to commonly use. For Example if you like sliding then slides should be smooth. The next thing to consider is the price. You may have found you perfect bass guitar but not be able to afford it. Assess the value of its features and apply an appropriate monetry value. Some basses are bargains some are a complete rip off. You should also weight up your preference certain features. You may be prepared to sacrifice a top heavy sound if the funk sound and feel are to you liking. You may choose to forget your dislike for the bright pink colour because you are impressed by the sound and feel (you can always cover it with paint or stickers). The quest for the right bass may be a long one, hang in there and donOt get discouraged if you donOt find it straight away. The reward for your patience will be the hours of playing pleasure. Good luck. ----- SEAL "Come Come what use in thoughts like this? Poor little Jenny, good to kiss You'd not believe by what strange road Though travel, when you beauty goads A man to-night to think of toads!" DGR Dance your dance with foolish toads poor little girl so good to hold Good is nice but bad is better wicked allure l'attrait the giver A femme so dark passionate drainer a weak lost girl the dear sweet player Sad but true so watch her teeth and wave goodbye till anothers release ----- here catch! CHALICE Poem for my friends Poem for my strangers Poem for my lover Happy for my haters after being seen naked the a hole for a key, Uncomfortable, insecure, that a stranger saw me those who still blind come flock round my form ask for my friendship and ask me for more Unfamilar unknown yet trusting and wanting believing they're feeling believing they're going believing they're knowing give emotions start showing And while I am seeing I cannot help being I can't help my thinking but must stop my speaking sentimental gift that I cannot through out Even though I don't want it, should speak stop repeating so gift ever special not made for my mental shall not go unwanted and find place that shall haunt it Why today do you want my pictures Why do I fear to smear shit as it is You like my stuff I'm flattered I'm glad I hope that it finds you And shows you and gives you something of value but the gifts you give I can't always take too fragile too clumbsy I know that I'll break When someone give a kid a glass cup and he breaks it The kids will cry and the giver will too A plastic cup would have avoided this shit Blame the giver? Blame the Kids? WHO? So when they tell me daydreams of my name I'm fucking scared what I'll do Don't believe in me don't believe in love Life has taught me not to believe in you Can't drive your car dad could crash it Are you prepare to watch as I smash it I can't give you my towel you might through it away So don't give me you love unless expecting on day I'll react and crush it not for want but from instict Prefer to be hated than loved No matter how I feel it's true Responsibility control response control the self don't think Hated untrusted safe from the ornament kill the self I cannot do Don't place the cure for cancer into a canaster into my hands I don't want to hold for fear I'll drop it And as you hold my crystal chalice know there nothing I Demand And if you slip and break it Know that I'll understand But if I slip and break you how long to you forgive me shattered scared in pieces broken on the floor could I forgive myself if I hurt thee Or find and hind and lock behind that charcoled that door Understand my hesitance? Understance my fearS? I wonder if you have them too, Is fear a more powerful emotion than love? For if you to meet me here a dawn I'd die of fright but happy ;) Those who expect the worst are never disapointed ----- The College Not found in the Collegeion I'm not for what it stands My views It will not publish They're not kept underhand But when something is of credit She'll stand and make a claim That this is what she stands for She includes me in the games I cannot make a statement They must supress their lies By silently including me So what is theirs is mine I'm not another clone Who laps up all he's given My views are not alone But what is said aint spoken So proctect you're little image By keeping me apart Don't take me whole, take me half I'd rather leave me out So next time when they're talking And speaking of the spirit Know that me it welcomes not Yet still she keeps me in it ----- Sun, 15 Dec 1996 I hang from my own open feet All stomped by broken glass The blood it runs down to my face And empties all my heart Red salty pools of sweat and tears lie shattered far below And I will drown in sorrowed wake Because I yet her know ----- CRUCIFIED Now far from it. I was numb the angry and pain from your actions and your silence tear at my flesh; leave me wanting and waiting and wondering; if she will at least give me the respect of death. Perhaps I will be saved. I have hung here on this cross, dangled here from hook; bleeding and suffering. waiting, for some words of release, but she lets me hang; as blood drips from my hidden tears I scream then once more though ripe with fear I relax and try to forget the wounds from which I am am bleeding. for it is clear; that today I will not live, that today I will not die, but mearly go on kneeling ----- XAVE'S HOUSE Xave's House where everybody get's drunk Xave's House where everybody has fun Xave's House So come along (to) Xave's House everyone Xave's House get my tongue on your bellie button Xave's House that spiderbait? Xave's House Catch a train for two hours Xave's House coz it's fucking great Xave's House and the monty people Xave's House (Ohh) those monty chicks Xave's house (you) always have a good time Xave's House but it's time to leave Seeya celeste kristin nooni Seeya maddi shawn jane pat Seeya tanya ebony Seeya paul kate ellie ----- JELLYFISH She Tongue Kissed A jelly Fish She Tongue Kissed a jelly Fish Shit is the way that it is Shit is the way that is is There's nothing to say It will blow you away What you talking to day all these people are strange She Tongue Kissed A jelly Fish She Tongue Kissed a jeely Fish Shit is the way that it is Shit is the way that is is So acepect it enjoy it Be free and select it The Joyness will thank you And from it you'll benifit (Geetar Solo) (Bass solo :D) Improv lyrics (I do something differnt here each time I play it) There's no time like the present Never been another now Destroy it mumbling vaccant past Of what you can't change don't know how Look deep inside today and see what shines draw back into the rays of sun Open the blinds (Improv Solo(s)) (back into song) She Tongue Kissed A jelly Fish She Tongue Kissed a jelly Fish Shit is the way that it is Shit is the way that is is Just take me do you see me Don't be mee just be thee Decent free You'll like it you'll like it She tongue kiss a jelly fish.