Southern Ways

[Verse 1] We are all swollen From hiding his affairs Let's put it all on the table Let it all out It is time He mustn't steal our light [Chorus 1] Clean plate: Tabula rasa for my children Clean plate: Not repeating the  fuckups of the fathers [Verse 2] My deepest wish Is that you’re immersed in grace and dignity But you will have to deal with shit soon enough I hoped to give you the least amount of luggage Got the right to make your own fresh mistakes And not repeat others' failures [Chorus 2] Clean plate: Tabula rasa for my children Let's clean up: Break the chain of the fuckups of the fathers It is time: For us women to rise and not just take it lying down It is time: The world is listening

"Wicked Game" The world was on fire and no one could save me but you. It's strange what desire will make foolish people do. I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you. And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you. No, I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart) No, I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart) With you, with you (this girl is only gonna break your heart) What a wicked game you play to make me feel this way. What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you. What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you And I wanna fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart) No, I wanna fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart) With you. The world was on fire and no one could save me but you. It's strange what desire will make foolish people do. I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you. And I...

I feel like I have run out of vision if that makes any sense. I try and envision something, and I get lost somewhere else. Not sure how to get it back, other than to keep writing until something inside my brain changes. 

So sometimes the only way out of this is to start this random blog thingy again. It is like a river of thoughts which brings alive the dreams and visions that lay hidden to my conscious mind. But what is there to write about now that the adventure of coming here is done? Now that the heartbreak has grown old, and the grief is hidden away, tucked away into neat places. Humanity curbed into two vicious places. I am trying to feel something, but I am not feeling at all. 

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Well, this isn't a desperate measure, this is my blog which I have let die for a while. I am sitting in the library trying to get it together for two weeks of waiting. I have a new contract coming, and it means I have more time here in West Sussex, possible for a very very long time. I feel nothing, however. I am not happy or sad about anything. So this blog, the blog of doom and random ideas, with no real theme, which follows no rules, and is just its beautiful self. I think it always helped me in the past start off the flow of words which brings about ideas which trap into the never-ending river that is the stream of creative energy that gives birth to everything. I can't find my way back into the river, I can't rub two ideas together, and I can't move. It is like a stalemate. I try to reach out of myself, to start gathering ideas from which to draw some friction from, and I am not really finding anything that inspir...

"Gold" How was the cold Along the path I determined to hold Although it coiled round a perilous wing Blinded by hot gas and carving off steam There was still smoke Burnt in the grass Reclaim a portion of desolate south Add in the stirrings and long lost fatigue Barrels that hide us a hair fallen heed Then became sound I wasn't afforded a love Covered up in hard earned clay I wasn't accorded a stop Always in it so much more I wasn't afforded a love Covered up in hard earned clay Time wasn't the only cavernous I hope my contour charts show up via rivers Out to the only ocean There's something peaceful that goes out via river Out to an ocean I was peaceful, standing, I was open I wasn't afforded a love Covered up in hard earned clay I wasn't accorded a stop Always in it so much more I wasn't afforded a love Covered up in hard earned clay Time wasn't the only cavernous Time wasn't the only cavernous Time wasn't the only cavernous Tim...