Submissions by Mattedman
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SONG LYRICS
Published
15th Oct 2016 11:14am
15th Oct 2016 11:14am
A Long Way Down
Oh yeah, it's a long way down
the hill to this country of boarded up frowns.
People get high, people get stoned.
If time is money, then your life is gold.
So don't be lonely.
All blue skinned and cold.
Give me shelter from days of old.
Overwhelm me, my sweet satellite.
Show me heaven with burning pride.
People get by, people get it on.
When hearts are broken, blood will flow.
So don't you worry.
Open up your eyes.
Strike a path through the rising tide.
the hill to this country of boarded up frowns.
People get high, people get stoned.
If time is money, then your life is gold.
So don't be lonely.
All blue skinned and cold.
Give me shelter from days of old.
Overwhelm me, my sweet satellite.
Show me heaven with burning pride.
People get by, people get it on.
When hearts are broken, blood will flow.
So don't you worry.
Open up your eyes.
Strike a path through the rising tide.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Oct 2016 6:09pm
13th Oct 2016 6:09pm
Logical Progression
Sit a plenty.
Washboard stomach trounced by the lout on the couch.
Once a strong man.
Now a gone man, soul singing alone.
Wastermaker.
Crisp packets are ashtrays around here.
Chipboard walls.
A plasterboard disaster falls on the floor in the hall.
Mummy's clean boy.
Eyebagged and shaking, craving more.
Brains are not lacking but are the problem up there.
Washboard stomach trounced by the lout on the couch.
Once a strong man.
Now a gone man, soul singing alone.
Wastermaker.
Crisp packets are ashtrays around here.
Chipboard walls.
A plasterboard disaster falls on the floor in the hall.
Mummy's clean boy.
Eyebagged and shaking, craving more.
Brains are not lacking but are the problem up there.
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SONG LYRICS
Published
8th Oct 2016 10:48am
8th Oct 2016 10:48am
What A Full World
I see fields of estates on greenfield space.
Phosphate clouds, landfill waste.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
I see a starving child, flies on her face.
Rebel love for the arms race.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
The flowers are blooming then the petals fall off.
Conflicts tread on nature's loved ones.
The money changing hands:
Dollars, Pounds, Yen.
I sleep badly at night.
14 Billion feet.
Walk their talk of soliloquy.
And I think to myself, what a full world.
...
Phosphate clouds, landfill waste.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
I see a starving child, flies on her face.
Rebel love for the arms race.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
The flowers are blooming then the petals fall off.
Conflicts tread on nature's loved ones.
The money changing hands:
Dollars, Pounds, Yen.
I sleep badly at night.
14 Billion feet.
Walk their talk of soliloquy.
And I think to myself, what a full world.
...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
8th Oct 2016 9:58am
8th Oct 2016 9:58am
One Special Day
Cross legged and alone - happy anyway.
Humming dawn chorus solo.
This early morning roam - Valentines Day.
Thinking of people I love.
The first and seventh stages of man mill around
while the odd car trundles by.
An hour later, the waves roll in
reflecting the sun of this misty Saturday.
Obscured by the frown on my face
I observe couples arm in arm.
Choosing to celebrate their undying love
on a corporate designated day.
An hour later, the waves roll in
reflecting the sun of this misty Saturday. ...
Humming dawn chorus solo.
This early morning roam - Valentines Day.
Thinking of people I love.
The first and seventh stages of man mill around
while the odd car trundles by.
An hour later, the waves roll in
reflecting the sun of this misty Saturday.
Obscured by the frown on my face
I observe couples arm in arm.
Choosing to celebrate their undying love
on a corporate designated day.
An hour later, the waves roll in
reflecting the sun of this misty Saturday. ...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
7th Oct 2016 10:17am
7th Oct 2016 10:17am
A Job For The A-Team
George Bush. Tony Blair and Osama Bin Laden.
Standing in line in my back garden.
What would I say? What would I say
to 3 herberts like these?
Get back in your box. Get back in your box
you little tinkers please.
You had your chance. You had your chance.
Now join us on shit street.
Hitler. Pol Pot and young Darth Vader.
Kicking the life out of Muvva Theresa.
What would I say? What would I say
to 3 herberts like these?
Get off your cloud. Get off your clouds
and forget about Mummy.
You had your chance. You...
Standing in line in my back garden.
What would I say? What would I say
to 3 herberts like these?
Get back in your box. Get back in your box
you little tinkers please.
You had your chance. You had your chance.
Now join us on shit street.
Hitler. Pol Pot and young Darth Vader.
Kicking the life out of Muvva Theresa.
What would I say? What would I say
to 3 herberts like these?
Get off your cloud. Get off your clouds
and forget about Mummy.
You had your chance. You...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
30th Sep 2016 9:25am
30th Sep 2016 9:25am
Total Troublemaker
Psychic fruitcake, living in bad taste.
Come back to us.
Supple madman, subtle as a man can
be with us
Strong ox weakling, mentally preaching
love to us.
Total troublemaker, you moonlit waster
Come and waste with us.
Total troublemaker, you moonlit waster
Come and waste with us.
Settled sadcase, sad face and briefcase.
Hurry up, it's gone.
Shaking tree trunk, breaking amongst
all that is wrong.
Headfuck buddies, smoking all the money
like Cheech and Chong.
Total troublemaker, you moonlit waster
Come and waste...
Come back to us.
Supple madman, subtle as a man can
be with us
Strong ox weakling, mentally preaching
love to us.
Total troublemaker, you moonlit waster
Come and waste with us.
Total troublemaker, you moonlit waster
Come and waste with us.
Settled sadcase, sad face and briefcase.
Hurry up, it's gone.
Shaking tree trunk, breaking amongst
all that is wrong.
Headfuck buddies, smoking all the money
like Cheech and Chong.
Total troublemaker, you moonlit waster
Come and waste...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
30th Sep 2016 9:06am
30th Sep 2016 9:06am
Place of Reason
Return to place of freedom.
Return to place of rest.
Living joy of leaving
those who know you best.
Do it for yourself friend.
Without disturbing the few
who listen and help out when
they need you.
Ignore pain and reason.
Avoid it at all costs.
If you stop believing
You will be caught.
I wish I could join you
But I'm weak at the knees.
I'm afraid like the others.
We advise, yet despise
you for living our dreams.
Like an afterbirth,
We'll dig the dirt and you'll return
to the...
Return to place of rest.
Living joy of leaving
those who know you best.
Do it for yourself friend.
Without disturbing the few
who listen and help out when
they need you.
Ignore pain and reason.
Avoid it at all costs.
If you stop believing
You will be caught.
I wish I could join you
But I'm weak at the knees.
I'm afraid like the others.
We advise, yet despise
you for living our dreams.
Like an afterbirth,
We'll dig the dirt and you'll return
to the...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Sep 2016 10:31am
29th Sep 2016 10:31am
Claws Around
A sucker punch in the face when you’re going 80.
With the kids in the back and she’s going crazy.
Keep eyes on the road and hands near my face.
Block fists and drive with knees in the fast lane.
There’s nothing to be learned when you gotta swerve.
Cutting up beamers, catch a fire and burn.
Got a car up my arse and my missus in outer space.
Flashing lights and marital fights are all the rage.
She’s a sawn off shotgun shooting out thunder and blame.
I’ll straight bat this shit, then tackle the rats in my...
With the kids in the back and she’s going crazy.
Keep eyes on the road and hands near my face.
Block fists and drive with knees in the fast lane.
There’s nothing to be learned when you gotta swerve.
Cutting up beamers, catch a fire and burn.
Got a car up my arse and my missus in outer space.
Flashing lights and marital fights are all the rage.
She’s a sawn off shotgun shooting out thunder and blame.
I’ll straight bat this shit, then tackle the rats in my...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
29th Sep 2016 9:45am
29th Sep 2016 9:45am
The Quick Mistakes
See that pill rolling on the floor?
I dropped it and I'm going to drop some more.
Hear that sound strumming out free?
I made it just for you and me.
Look at us - we are great.
Not someone's quick mistake.
Feel quite real but fake inside?
That's what we call life my child.
Bow your head, go to a happy place.
Start a war with your inner space.
Look at us - we got faith.
Not someone's quick mistake.
Finding it all too damn hard?
Your head rocks back when you laugh.
Never lost a thing but...
I dropped it and I'm going to drop some more.
Hear that sound strumming out free?
I made it just for you and me.
Look at us - we are great.
Not someone's quick mistake.
Feel quite real but fake inside?
That's what we call life my child.
Bow your head, go to a happy place.
Start a war with your inner space.
Look at us - we got faith.
Not someone's quick mistake.
Finding it all too damn hard?
Your head rocks back when you laugh.
Never lost a thing but...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
28th Sep 2016 4:15pm
28th Sep 2016 4:15pm
You Throw Your Stones
When I look back on the way I came
I can see that I went wrong.
Despite all that, I’ve got friends
Hell, yeah we get along.
When there’s something in the air
Red sky, black death.
Breathe in and whistle strong.
There’s so much colour in the world
we are wet paint dryin’ out in the sun.
We get along, long, long and winding road
That keeps on rolling on.
Like the rivers and the streams
as you throw your stones.
Time – it moves on.
When eyes burn through your back
and soul, hitch on down to the...
I can see that I went wrong.
Despite all that, I’ve got friends
Hell, yeah we get along.
When there’s something in the air
Red sky, black death.
Breathe in and whistle strong.
There’s so much colour in the world
we are wet paint dryin’ out in the sun.
We get along, long, long and winding road
That keeps on rolling on.
Like the rivers and the streams
as you throw your stones.
Time – it moves on.
When eyes burn through your back
and soul, hitch on down to the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Sep 2016 4:11pm
28th Sep 2016 4:11pm
Home Sweet Home
Your heavy heart and this god damn town,
all out of heroes and so full of clowns.
Some get by but the rest just try to
stop your world from turning around.
Litter and drugs and double yellow lines,
spy cameras record our life and crimes.
Supermarkets come and local markets close.
Every little helps - now hit the road.
Leaping over cars
in my old air Jordans.
Crashing through the hurdles of
traffic lights and cops.
Not good but at least I've been heard of,
even if I wind up getting shot.
Their walk on part...
all out of heroes and so full of clowns.
Some get by but the rest just try to
stop your world from turning around.
Litter and drugs and double yellow lines,
spy cameras record our life and crimes.
Supermarkets come and local markets close.
Every little helps - now hit the road.
Leaping over cars
in my old air Jordans.
Crashing through the hurdles of
traffic lights and cops.
Not good but at least I've been heard of,
even if I wind up getting shot.
Their walk on part...
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