A Neuron Poem Soon

pagan wanderer lu 2010

Even The Cacti

When life ain't a ball pool
the height limits are set by the men at a desk up a mountain
I sometimes fear I'll turn into one of them
but I'm thinking about beats when I'm supposed to be working

Like a nest full of chirping baby birds
life demands that you open a can of worms
When you're writing spreadsheets for The Man
It's hard to feel that you're part of a divine plan
Grasp the nettle, step outside
watch the christmas tree lights
it takes an input transducer to get that effect
we don't have to destroy to dissect

And I fear that I'll turn into one of them
but I'm thinking about synths when I'm supposed to be working
When I purchase pineapples
I forget to consume one in every two

I'll pay the bills but that's it
I don't want the rest of that shit
I'm not cut out for an adult life
every plant I've ever owned has died
Even the cacti...

Life should be a ball pool
the only rules are written by the people that we'll soon be replacing
If I get to 92 life will still be new
still books to get through

I watch the fireworks
what if a universe lives and dies with every roman candle?
What if a god's eye view considers me and you mere specks in a pretty explosion?

I fear that I'll turn into one of them
and I'm thinking about death when I'm supposed to be working
I never knew a straight and narrow life
could feel so messed up as this

Margam Park

The day we went to the aviary
The whole world bathed in cyan
The chirping of distant cages
and the anaesthetic calm

I felt like I was visiting you in a mental hospital
or maybe you were the one visiting me?

The end is nigh
my password is password
we dance around sad architecture
round and round and round it goes
new improved arpeggios

Present our work as a series of accidents
beloved foma, the clothes of the emperor
Keep one eye on our egos
where it stops no one knows

My sandwich boards proclaim our doom
you hide your sadness in cartoons
Read our future in tea leaves
merrily merrily down the stream

So they can't be blamed if they don't see it coming
when they find us both with our heads in the oven
Way to take one for the team
life is nothing but a dream

We were so far away from the city
We could actually see the stars
I've got an interesting back story
without the fashion sense or scars

I lay down in the grass
and I felt grateful to be so small
the time signature of my heart
is still 4/4

The Book Burners

Across the wasteland
we'd vowed to return
charred fragments of words still dance on the listless breeze

We built a library here
all our knowledge in one place
books stretching away as far as the eye could see

Spend my childhood wandering through the pages
communing with the great minds of the ages
All my life I felt it hanging over me
Now amidst the ruins can I make my peace?

It was my home and all I'd ever known
I assumed others worshipped knowledge as I did
I couldn't imagine
those who believed words
unread and inert
could ever inflict hurt

then one day they came
with torches aflame
they were stretching away
as far as the eye could see

They'd militarised
stole the secret of fire
from the gods they would burn
so fearful of what they'd learn

condemned the books that contradicted their creed
not hopeful of an afterlife we made our retreat
on that night my parents came to usher me
through the tunnels choking, frightened, stumbling

and we left them behind
to the mercy of the fire
those precious equations
preserved in paper

I couldn't take them with me
the voices of history
silenced forever
lost to the embers

the book burners
the book burners
with torches aflame
as far as the eye could see

I am a Scientist

Lyrics by Robert Pollard - read them here

Dots

Dots
I see dots
nothing but dots
just lots and lots
of dots

When you talk to me about Saturday
and other things I can't relate
I see your face disintegrate into...
dots

The Legend of...

Have I passed into folklore?
Do you talk about me anymore?
I left no space at the pub table
it never really was my local

Have I passed into fiction?
The legendary Andy Regan
He used to walk amongst us
mow all we see's his facebook status

I thought at least I'd be your wedding guest
Cos surely that's a time for old friends?
Did old acquaintance get forgot
or have I finally been cast off
forever?

Last saw you when I did the single
You said 'why's it only out on vinyl?'
Don't take the difference in the lives we choose
to mean I look down on you

Maybe we're different now we're older
The version of you on my shoulder
keeps on losing arguments
we last had hanging out on pavements

Real Fun

Is this what they call real fun?
It's unconscionable
It's unconscionable

As I whittle the concrete from between the cracks in the bricks
Can I get inside that way?

Am I learning?
Is it time to leave to leave the nest?
Is it time to spread my stubby wings?

Am I learning
something new every day?

Cos that's what I call real fun
That's what I call real fun

Bad Poem For A Dead Classmate

It's cold, little sister
It's cold in the kitchen
Get off the floor
He's not coming back

No one knows where he's gone
You got a D plus
It's more than he could have hoped

Wake up, everyone's reading
Write of seashells smashing underfoot
Write of jellyfish drying on the sand
Write of sleeping through the words unspoken that
he's not coming back

There are lines drawn in your diary
Where you can't express yourself
The teachers look through your bag
In case you write again on your arm
again on your arm and

There's no one sleeping in that bed

You can bake whatever you want and
leave it out on the windowsill
the smell will carry from here to wherever he's gone

(track 13)

My grandmother died
with eyes in the back of her head
called a bombscare on the monarch
off the back of a nightmare
Now I'm asleep again
She is closing in
My body cooling in your arms
I am ripples on the waves
Be brave

All lyrics written by Andy Regan
2010