It’s Just a curse: I’m sick of people with no moral compass I’m sick of being heart broken I wish I could write with humour A sprinkling of prose, I feel like a rose, With no thorns! I’ve even used up all of my scorn I’m not even angry anymore JUST COLD And people like you, have forgotten what it’s like to be young. You make me wish that I could be 18 again Nostalgia a bitter curse In her eyes a broken twisted verse That makes no sense But it’s only a curse Sing me another, sweet sweet verse Do we need a Shaman or a Sangoma I’m not too sure I just want to find something to live or die for It’s just a curse Sing me another, sweet sweet verse Make this evil go away Or I will Don’t bother she does not want your love Just cold indifference, so what’s the difference? It feels like a century has passed since you’ve been gone Interference a fearful deterrent I need a biodegradable detergent To wash these memories away This is why I run and never stay She doesn’t want you anyway Just cold indifference So what’s the difference? I just want to be around people, who make me feel young. I’m glued to this chair I sink into despair But I know it will be okay I will escape Second chorus end…

A lost Nation: We are a Lost Nation We feed every temptation All I know is my people are orphanages The only culture I have is running away Palaces made from broken dreams The poor they scream, but those screams are silenced Deceit our only destiny Do you think any of this has made any of us happy? I would rather feel like I belong then sleep on silky sheets And oh how I long For the comfort in community Luxury from treachery Justifying apathy Fortifying misery Do you think any of this has made any of us happy? Tread lightly Be mindful Be careful of what you wish for All their temptations are just golden nightmares And one day the tyrants will fall I’m not sure what the point of this is We stare into the abyss A plastic wasteland Debris from technology Reminiscing to a time, when we worshiped the land. Worshiped the mountains The seas and the sand Everything under this great blue sky Oh how we worshipped nature Nature is all that we will have When the cracks start to appear Just remember everything you slaved for Everything that you and I have slaved for None of it, no none of it None of it IS REAL!

Decay away together: The house is all bare And the quiet sinks in like stale air Everyone I love Leaves me Sometimes it’s because of the situation Sometimes it’s on purpose Sometimes it’s my fault Sometimes it’s their fault Lover Brother Sister Father Mother This time I know I will I will recover The floor boards, they surround me The doors and walls are slowly Slowly drifting away One hour is mine then I belong to them again An unwanted trip down memory lane Only one plate left in the sink How will I eat my dinner, without a knife and fork? Take this reality and turn it into fantasy Delicately, wrapped in misery Like a piece of candy Rotting from its own sugar Come on darling give me a little sugar tonight And we can decay away together

Rogue Monkey: Sometimes I feel like that Rogue Monkey Who happens, to live in the trees above my house. He’s a killer an outlaw Yes I fear him Somehow I still feel we have something in common I had to steer away from the pack Ousted by the outcasts was how I was made to feel Sometimes you have to take a stand Standing alone But somehow, I still feel I’d like to find another troop of monkeys. To call my own I meet every kind of person as I roam A Khoisan man walking on unlit roads Sailors out to stormy seas Telling tells of tragedy Women way braver than me Activists activating change Gangsters waiting for trains Buskers busking outside bars Punks and drunks with so many scars Men and boys who have fought wars All for someone else’s cause! Tsotsi’s with hearts of gold Drug dealers, whose souls have been sold Yes I’ve met the living dead They came to see me in my own head Celebrities I couldn’t care about People who make me want to scream and shout Strangers who have shown me love And loved ones who have shown me hate Tattooed freaks nicer than you And also better looking to Teachers, Healers, Charlatans Snake Charmers, controlling pythons Priests who preach And Police who have locked me up Luckily my Dad came and made my bail Otherwise I might still be in jail Lovers who have broken my heart Lovers for which I did the same Sirens in a forest of shame People possessed by some ungodly presence Beggars with no arms and legs Hobos living down the street Doctors, Politicians, Lawyers and creeps Soi dogs with nasty barks and bites Holy Men With holy hands Monks living off the land Security Guards with degrees C.E.O’s who never went to school This world can be so fucking cruel Yes I swear I’ve met them all No I wouldn’t lie to you Please believe me it’s all true Out there in that great blue sea Marine life in an aquatic zoo I have no answers for you Just tales of woe and wanting to Joy and sorrow it’s all a blur In the twinkle of her eye Oh yes darling! How I’ve cried! For you and me and everything That brings us all back to this Fumbling in this mortal bliss Gazing at those great big stars Sometimes I wish I lived on Mars I’m tired of all these polluting cars There must be a better way than this But how else would we all exist?

Stop Playing: Oh how we are mistaken Sacred becomes forsaken You think you’ve beat them at their own game But isn’t the point to stop playing? You perpetuate all the wrongs of the system You choose to participate Parting with your secrets Because they will use your power Unless you decide to stop playing Because the reality is there are no rules Unless you choose to listen They will teach you lessons With rhetoric soaked in venom They will convince you that they on your side Until the first sword is drawn They have your secrets, they have your power! And now they have you Your weapon is blunt and rusted Theirs’s is shinny and new!

Loop Station Generation: I’m sorry but I left my Loop Station at home I’m sorry but I left my Loop Station at home I’m sorry but I left my Loop Station at home I want you to love me; I want you to feel me Grey days, this artist awakes Alone again, waves break Out in the distant blue… Lover is gone! She said – ‘You are incapable of loving’ She said – ‘You are incapable of loving’ She said you are in capable of loving’ Incapable of loving, incapable of loving I’m sorry but I left my Loop Station at home I’m sorry but I left my Loop Station at home I’m sorry but I left my Loop Station at home I want you to like me; I want you to love me Concrete blocks, block views of the sea The sea of students surges Hobos try to rest awoken from the drizzle My life isn’t so terrible I’m sorry but I left my Loop Station at home I’m sorry but I left my Loop Station at home I’m sorry but I left my Loop Station at home I want you to love me; I want you to feel this.... The youth is all we have, give them a helping hand The youth is all we have, give them a helping hand The youth is all we have, give them a helping hand Juxtapose possessions, Would you rather have them washing dishes for a living? Loop Station Generation: I’m sorry but I left my Loop Station at home I’m sorry but I left my Loop Station at home I’m sorry but I left my Loop Station at home I want you to love me; I want you to feel me Grey days, this artist awakes Alone again, waves break Out in the distant blue… Lover is gone! She said – ‘You are incapable of loving’ She said – ‘You are incapable of loving’ She said you are in capable of loving’ Incapable of loving, incapable of loving I’m sorry but I left my Loop Station at home I’m sorry but I left my Loop Station at home I’m sorry but I left my Loop Station at home I want you to like me; I want you to love me Concrete blocks, block views of the sea The sea of students surges Hobos try to rest awoken from the drizzle My life isn’t so terrible I’m sorry but I left my Loop Station at home I’m sorry but I left my Loop Station at home I’m sorry but I left my Loop Station at home I want you to love me; I want you to feel this.... The youth is all we have, give them a helping hand The youth is all we have, give them a helping hand The youth is all we have, give them a helping hand Juxtapose possessions, Would you rather have them washing dishes for a living?