I Don’t Have Music, Christ I Wish

The Chicken's Still Dancing The Chicken Won't Stop

Once You Have Perceived That Life Is Very Cruel, The Only Response Is To Live With As Much Humanity, Humour And Freedom As You Can.

I Dread The Loss Of Her I've Never Touched Love Keeps Me A Slave In A Cage Of Tears I Gnaw My Tongue With Which To Her I Can Never Speak I Miss A Woman Who Was Never Born I Kiss A Woman Across The Years That Say We Shall Never Meet Everything Passes Everything Perishes Everything Palls My Thought Walks Away With A Killing Smile Leaving Discordant Anxiety Which Roars In My Soul No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope

No Boy Is Worth Crying Over, And The One Who Is Won't Make You Cry.

Please. Don’t Switch Off My Mind By Attempting To Straighten Me Out. Listen And Understand, And When You Feel Contempt Don’t Express It, At Least Not Verbally, At Least Not To Me.