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I've Dug A Hole
00:53
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I've dug a hole in my back yard and i've made it twice too big.
Now if I fill it in again, would it be half a hole I dig?
And if I dig this half a hole would the top be nice and round?
Or would it just be half hole shaped with half still full of ground?
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Bury The Pilot
03:52
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To die is my forte
I can do poisoned and shot, tortured, not fed, mauled by a bear, hung from a ledge,
and face it all with good grace,
Smile at the camera, joke with the runner, always I've shared mints with my killer but no!
This scene has to go.
I can't lie in the coffin.
No, please no.
I'l just lose my mind inside there, its tempting death to cut my hair.
Don't put me in there!
Rewrite the scene say my death was a dream and I've just moved to France.
Or you could make up something worse,
invent the sub-plot of a witches curse,
she takes the heads from the dead and calves them into knots on a tree.
So when the coffin creaks open,
and the lens looms to see,
it won't be me lain there corpsing.
I'l be clinging on for dear life to that tree.
To die having never seen a whale!
(Oh what a shame so so young, I hope I don't reject his lungs)
Or loved, lost and loved again, lost and loved again.
(peaceful he is lying there, you can tell someone else did his hair!)
SHUT IT PRICK!
Oh, i've a chainsaw tongue, you can try for size when they call cut!
But no please no!
They're taking the game much too far,
loading me into the car,
is that my mother and father?
Don't put me in there!
Rewrite the script say I fought hard but slipped, oh what a hero i'd been.
Or you could tell them something sick,
say the train was coming much too quick,
I got the kids off the line just in time but the fat bully he froze...
On impact I explode.
Years now passed, the sky above and so's the grass.
Do what you like with me,
but bury the pilot.
there's nothing here for me.
Bury the pilot,
I can't bear to see.
Bury the pilot.
I gave nothing away...
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Intersection Intercourse
03:56
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You're distracting me with posters to make me buy your shit.
I drive,
but mammaries alive,
toot my horn.
Bulge from all billboards,
Intersection Intercourse,
Eye diversion.
And I'm concentrating hard on keeping my car in line,
amongst the heaving thongs of the commuter's drive
it's like the Wild-West, dangerous at best.
Then like a trout in a stream, it catches my eye
and soon i'm thrashing on a line and giving my mind up to a billboard,
my body to a Ford.
I spy
a fleshy lump zoom by,
baked in tin-foil.
He's lost, distracted in a dream,
bursting through the windscreen
another customer gone.
And i'm sure its just good sense to keep your eyes on the road,
so why the gauntlet of ads, the sensory overload?
it's dangerous, predatory at best.
And I know you need me to buy the crap you sell,
and you've learnt how to groom my every brain cell,
but i'm driving, can't you see that I'm driving?!
You'll be the first to complain when I cripple your kid
cos instead of slamming on I was reading you pun about a man-wich
Guess i'm dieing for a sandwich.
And it's all fun and games till someone loses an eye,
and the fingers in the pie of the governments eye
and its warrrrrr!
Intersection Intercourse.
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The world is even worse than you think.
Honestly this little Jenny she won't even know your name.
But don't be fooled its neither cruel or unfair.
It's worse than that son its just a pile of rocks and only an idiot hopes to reason with rocks.
The world is even worse than you think.
You can try and you can be good,
but there's nobody tallying up or balancing the books.
The world is even worse than you think.
Jenny will reject you and when you get home your dog mght have died.
And there' no reason that it won't keep getting worse.
I drive three hours home every night, when the roads are dark and i'm just too tired.
Oh the world is even worse than, the world is even worse, son the world is even worse than you think.
So dry your eyes, get your piggy bank,
vets don't put dogs down for free...
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Apocalypse Is Trending
04:02
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My morning feed reported,
oh my lord the end of time's today!
And Apocalypse was trending,
as streams of selfies tagged in,
the sun as it quickly expanded,
the best one was my ex-friend John who posed with it perched on the lip of an ice cream cone, i lolled, and typed: "perspective based humor will never die."
So I climb out of my bed and go outside to catch our stars dissolve.
With my camera phone arched skyward,
like a fallen angels eyes would,
surveying mother satellite,
but through the screen the colours were supreme in H.D,
glare free, field of depth three times as deep as our sea used to be.
Then hell broke loose!
Demons tear the skys
and I pan to my family and they to me.
How sad the world won't see, a multi-cam version edited by me.
Apocalypse is trending,
and Adam, Eve and Emlyn, upload their final meal,
and framing it with zeal they pray:
"Rapture, rapture bless this capture, part thy burning skys and grant safe passage, for this seed for this last bleet, then let the satellites sleep. let the satellites SLEEP!"
All of life's wonders unknown
left waiting while you charged your phone.
All of the words never say,
Sedated by screens in your bed.
The only things that you feel,
Are like and comments that appeal.
And when it comes to all that you loved, well the bombs turned your hard drives,
THE BOMBS TURNED YOUR HARD DRIVES TO DUST!!!
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Michael Chadwick UK
Songwriter and performer. Making music with Limbs and composing for anything else that looks fun.. Always looking to write for new interesting projects, have a look round and email: mchadwickmusic@gmail.com
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