LYRICS : 'The Square Root Of Four (Is Rainbows!)

New York forgot us and let us stay
Low society in high society
Outside The Chelsea hustling for smokes
Let the rain come down on us
Let the rain come down on us.

I like to watch her neon eyes
As the rain washes away her pain
The way she smiles
The way she sways.

Soon she forgot me and all was dead
No sobriety in this society
The ‘C’ from The Chelsea flicks like a bug
And the pain came down like swords
And the pain came down like swords.

I miss watching her neon eyes
The rain can’t wash away the pain
I miss her smile
The way she swayed.

I can’t see her anymore
I can’t see nothing
I can’t see her anymore
I can’t see NOTHING.

LYRICS: 'The Ballad Of Katie Vick'

Sitting alone in a bar with The Byrds
A mouth full of blood and the air full of Gram
Bartender looks and shakes his head
He’s seen my type before
The broken hearted troubadour
The broken hearted troubadour.

No one respects you when you’re down and out
Even Fitzgerald was an outcast sans Zelda
Preacher lifts his soda and prays to god
His deity can do nothing
For the broken hearted troubadour
The broken hearted troubadour.

I stagger out into the freezing drunken air
Catching neon in the car shaped strangers passing by
Nobody stops
For the broken hearted troubadour
For the broken hearted troubadour.
Even when he steps out.
Even. When. He. Steps. Out.

LYRICS: 'Your Heart Was A Hive Of Electric Bees'

She felt the beauty drip like blood
Caressing her soul and blinding her eyes.
She sat thinking only of him
Gliding on emotion’s ocean like a solitary sailboat.

He was somewhere else with the pretty set
High fiving the jocks and talking trash with the cheerleaders
Unaware that elsewhere she bled for him
Carving his name like a Faustian pact.

When she was found on the beach
They said she was blue and they thought she was dead
Then some thought inside must have kickstarted her heart
Her eyes flew open and she screamed out his name.

The doctor in the hospital said with glee
“Your heart was like a hive of electric bees”
She turned to the wall and drifted away
Maybe salvation would arrive some other day.
Maybe he would notice
Maybe he would notice
Maybe?

LYRICS: 'Song For Olympia'

If you throw me a bone
I might lick your hand
But that doesn’t mean you’ll understand
The ticking in my head
Or the wish to be dead.

The clock stopped years ago
See the future in sepia
Nothing left for us in modern times
Kill yourself, Olympia.
Kill yourself, Olympia.

Come with me, just follow
I’ll show the way, still.
Life becomes a bitter crooked pill.
There’s screaming in the night,
Is Olympia alright?

The clock stopped years ago
See the future in sepia
Nothing left for us in modern times
Kill yourself, Olympia.
Kill yourself, Olympia

A broken guardian who never cared
Found her blue and alone in her underwear
My name on her arm and in her heart
Destiny tore us apart
Destiny tore her apart.

The clock stopped years ago
See the future in sepia
Nothing left for us in modern times
Kill yourself, Olympia.
Kill yourself, Olympia

I miss you, Olympia
I miss you, Olympia
I miss you, Olympia.
Olympia. Alone.

POEM - 'Echo'

My life is made of silks,
It packs down to nothing.
Dead skin masquerading as youth,
Cold world seen through dead eyes.
Each breath I pray will be the last,
Yet time’s irony thrusts me forward.
I sit a while,
Waiting for the love that never comes.
Hope becomes a tomb,
Heartbreak the catafalque,
Emptiness – the coffin.

Staring again at a sepia stare,
Was she ever here?
Was I ever there?
The image may fade
But the memory stays sharp,
I recount every breath
Every laugh
Every touch.
Where there was warmth,
A think layer of ice forms
With my heart cold beneath it.

POEM - 'Statistic'

Dirt on the white stripes,
Blood on the blue.
The only colour to splash on my translucent skin,
Bar my name, numerical, scarred, permanent.

Climbing a human pyramid
Like a cancerous clown.
The snapping of bone
With each Sisyphus step.

The reward of the climb?
Scraping my nails to the quick on the ceiling.
I’d cry out but I’m muted madness
In the dark no one can see my lack of expression.

I hear a sudden scream from a stronger soul.
The brittle scaffold collapses.
There lifeless on the floor
I feel the gas come.
I feel the gas come.
I feel.

RANT - WWE/TNA

Firstly a round of applause for Dixie Carter, for re-igniting the Monday Night Wars. Of course in reality it is not quite the same, this time she does not have the weight and pocketbook of Ted Turner behind her, but then again Carter isn’t just some two-bit hick with ten dollars and a dream, they don’t let you film in Universal Studios, Florida, if you’re down to the last ten million…
There are so many ways of looking at it, but what most Internet Marks seem to be forgetting is just the thrilling aspect of it, from a fan’s point of you. Now instead of one excellent wrestling company to follow, you have two. Don’t be taken in by the David vs Goliath aspect either, remember that Vince McMahon already hurled a stone in the eye of the giants of the industry when he broke up the territory system and took wrestling nationwide back in the day. That, they said, could not be done.
Still, there cannot have been a wrestling fan alive that wasn’t excited on January 4th when TNA Impact! Squared off against RAW. On Vince’s show, you had the best there is, the best there was and the best there ever will be, Bret Hart and on Impact!, the biggest wrestler of all time (you can argue all you like for the like of Harley Race or Bruno Sammartino, but they never had breakfast cereals or Saturday morning cartoons…) Hollywood Hulk Hogan. However the war ends up, the fans have already won. If you’re tired of Vince (I have a lot of respect for the McMahons and think they can do no wrong. Aside from Rikishi. And Hornswoggle. And The Kiss My Ass Club. And Eugene.) then you finally have a viable alternative. From another side, you have a group of wrestlers that Vince made stars, now all in one place and fighting for position. Perhaps the most important thing for Impact! wasn’t the arrival of Hogan but the appearance of Jeff Hardy on the same show, a wrestler still very much at the top of his game.
Also Hogan is very much just the Trojan Horse in this situation, it’s Eric Bischoff who has the talent and vision to jump from the shadows and make or break TNA Wrestling. Vince knows this of course, that’s why he swallowed his pride following the war with WCW and brought Bischoff onto the team…
So forget your Internet bitching and let’s sit back and enjoy a great time to be a wrestling fan, even if Hogan-Hall-Nash may be, how shall we put it, a little long in the tooth.