- well that’s what all my mates say -
POT LUCK
Me brother John sniffed glue like
Yeah, glue and gas and stuff
Trouble was 'e didn't know
When 'e'd 'ad enough.
Not me, I got more sense like
Don't want me nose to rot
Snotting lumps of Evo-Stic
Yeah, fink I'll stick to pot.
'Cause pot don't do yer 'ead like
That's what me mates all say
If only John 'ad smoked it
'E'd still be 'ere today.
- good ol’ flower-power -
PRETTY LITTLE THING
She was a pretty little thing
Some said a genius
Who could talk to many nations
But I didn't trust her
For come upon her quietly
And you could hear her whisper
"Come quick, come quick, come quick."
She was a pretty little thing
Some said a mystic
Who could talk to long dead people
But I didn't trust her
For come upon her quietly
And you could hear her whisper
"This world, this world, this world."
She was a pretty little thing
Some said a Healer
Who could touch a person healthy
But I didn't trust her
For come upon her quietly
And you could hear her whisper
"Kill them, kill them, kill them."
- an idea for a short story -
ANSWER
I wanted to see everything
I wanted to understand all
