I: THE FRAIL END OF THE NIFTIES

Bread and butter, squinting shutters
Itching sun to glare the frosted sight
A fast approaching help with night
You're quite flash, an instant learner
Noone recognised the weekend's faith in keeping guard of narrow leans
Would you believe it, a theory of everything that watches over the roof, while lovers care for their script of youth?

Those who cared enough to lay off hands turned over in the corridor
I feel as though the skyline treaded dreams
Once I had on paper rain and shine could never contradict
The sun hours were trimmed into the night
Would you believe it if I'd be said to feel for you?
And would you believe a theory that'd sit you through?

The scenery was dimmed, the evening sun set in
Bathed in ginger light, the afternoon bell called us out
We walk the parklane down


II: A RHYMING THESIS

Sunday strolling down the hallway
Lunch is free and so are you
I dare you to walk out at night where parklamps can't reach with their light
Instant coffee, make your mark now, I've got somewhere else to be
There's a certain brand of people for whom I got trees to trade

Ma and pa, can I stay out late on friday?
I promise to keep off all things unholy, I've read the news
And I'm sure they care for me and you

And the soft wielder of words fell into underground
Scheming his world for a quake within the parlour where they deal
Dealing with the thesis
Setting it to rhyme


III: I AM STONEDER THAN A BOULDER!

When everyone quit buying, their film ended up on TV
One silent wish
The local band with agendas to write for the illiterates
Well cursed today!

They showed us the door as we weren't poor
The frontier gave up his strings to soar

The countryside piper from the valley took aim for the night city lights, turned myth to lore
But he soon learned the house ensembles could not quite handle the keys
No comprehension

They showed him the door
He cried for the poor
His gold couldn't buy him cultural faith

Stoned-er than a boulder


IV: YES WE CAN (BUT WE WON'T)

Well done, he climbed through the courses, the classes, the fundings, fought for the commonwealth
From the cap in hand to hand in the handshake
From looting to telling others to give

Bringing the people insight
Feeding the hands that would bite
Now he's the overlord
A trifle more equal than the rest

And his memoirs, highly recommended
There he rendered evil measures from within his honoured faculty

Nature at odds with the things that you've learned
Laying it down now, how to get to forbid
I think someone spent a bit too much time in the backyard padding her bruise with salt

Bringing the people insight
Feeding the hands that would bite
Now he's dropped dead from a fit in the queue of the ones he ruled

All of the workers were forced to assemble unwanted solutions while his children saved his po-mo poem and made a fortune of them on Ebay


V: AIN'T IT CHRISTMAS AFTER ALL?

And the church warden halts by the notes on the wall
"Why won't God heal amputees? Isn't it christmas, after all?"


VI: AFTERNOON STORIES: THE SCHOOL ORGAN AND THE PEASANT'S DAUGHTER WHO HAD NEVER HEARD MUSIC

The hero of the madman turned battle into bet of who could learn and listen and act upon his words
All your eastern heroes have finally found their own and ceased their cultural loathing and all their going green

Everywhere I go and anywhere I halt to capture
Anything that goes into the common field of rapture
Paint your woes, if needed with a twist, of what you endure

Though I like your manners I'll tell you what I think
I've learned my rights from banners, from the public canteen sink
For what my value's worth, it won't exceed your aim to lighten up the cretins and make them heed your claim

I have always heard I'm never happy at my TV
Though I never heard them sad and turning down the luxury
Answer while you're well and living on the social envy

Glad to find someone to chase no rainbow
But only those in right can pay for all your wrongdoings

You're so pneumatic now, and quite content with that
While in the hallway while encountering side-jawed simpletons, let loose
Still not the one I knew, still not among the few
Still hoping for the new to never cease its hollow impact, let loose
A rookie nookie noon story


VII: EVENING STORIES: MEGALOPOLITAN

Soon, with the mindless one, stumbling upon the flow
Not knowing where to go, so float along, you simpletons, let loose
Still not the one I knew, still not among the few
Still seeking to eschew what comes with film's end, love that truth will lend
A love that alter flows


VII: A THEORY OF EVERYTHING

Would you believe it, a theory that leaves you cold?
Or would you believe a world in which your love unfolds?

Yesterday is history, tomororow's to be solved
You washed your hands in honour of those whom you deprived

But gold is not an issue as long as you come clean
So please turn off that spotlight - your darkness ain't for real!