Lyrics 9, 10 ,11 and 12 : Ego Loser, Satisfied?, Three and Title.

Ego Loser

Shoe on tongue

I dropped my glass

Not full

Not empty

Only half

Half you, half me

Under the eyes of scrutiny

Living for pleasure

Destroys the idea of acceptance

And acceptance is our only normalcy

Let them take us

They’ll soon fall

Let them fake us

Cause they’re nothing at all

Hardwired to the system

False beat of a heart

Never stop them

Let them take us

They’ll soon fall

Let them fakes us

Let’s face it they’re nothing at all

  

Satisfied?

I am the red

I am the weird

I am the retched

I am the smeared

If I was bald would you still call me pretty?

I am inevitable.

I cannot be unmade

In the end, I won't save myself.

What do you call someone who impersonates an impersonator?

A copy?

COINCIDENCE?

Humans are all copies of each other

You should eat the shit you speak

I am inevitable.

I cannot be unmade

In the end, I won't save myself.

Humans are all copies of each other

The wedding's off

He left me

She left me

Are you all satisfied?

Three

The words almost came out

But I choked them down

I will always watch from a-far

Never view the situation normally

To fucked up to care

I like boy bits

I like girl bits

I like your bits

I like my bits

Show me yours

And I’ll rip off mine

Rationality is my only crime

How can I have something perfect, undefined

When all I want to do is feel

Normal

How can they do it?

It does not exist for me anymore.

I like boy bits

I like girl bits

I like your bits

I like my bits

I’ll show mine

And rip off yours

Rationality is your only crime.

The harder I try

The further away it is

Normal, normal, normal

Now our bits are ruined

Boy

Girl

All because of three words

That I choked down

I love you

Title

Did you feel tired today?

Like the world you once knew got washed away

A feeling of utter desolation

The people around you stuff your mind with their fears

And your heart with uncertainty

Cause you’re the shit of the world

The un-beloved

The forgotten

They are the just patriots of a lie

A world that has no mind

Evolution does not discriminate

Only the most intelligent will survive

We are the air in which you breathe

And we’ll choke you mother fuckers down

The children of the discarded

Shaped and scared by society

Bet you wish you wore protection now

We’ll wear smiles when you drown

Eating your own shit!

Now, now no call for that

Control the idiot center of yourself

It’s running wild

Trying to crush the innocence

Of our deprived minds

Yeah!    

- Please know that this is in no way intended to offend, and was written for myself. This has now become, i think an important part of my work and therefore is why it is now posted.

Lyrics 6, 7 and 8 : Children, Darlin' and A Child's Game

Children

Kiss the children on the head

Every second they become more dead

Decaying, empty and alone

They smile and pretend

Everything’s,

Okay, okay, okay

It’d be a shame if you died out

I’d miss your lies

Of love, virtue and trust

It’s be a shame if you died out

I’d miss your cries

Of devotion, emotion and my name

Oh please

Just take your self away

So I can pretend

Everything’s

Okay, okay, okay.

Darlin’

Oh honey

With that tight

Demonic smile

Your leather’s worn out

Oh sweetheart

Forget modesty

I’ll see you inside out

Inside out, inside out

Oh lovely

I wanna taste your flavour

Rise that skirt up

Off your…Thighs

I can see your…smile, ha

Oh Darlin’

So sweet and petite

I’ll do that slow dance you like

As long as your mine

Just for tonight

Pull the sheet higher

I can see your shame

Oh sugar

Apply your lipstick

Get on your game

Your damaged and done for

And I never even knew your name.

A Child’s game

You wanna play?

Come on it’s a new game

Your mumma won’t mind

It’ll be fun

As long as you comply.

Bile claws up your throat

Child innocence, trusted, devote.

Take my hand

It’ll be alright

I protect you day and night

No matter what kind of fight

I’ll protect you

Day and night

Sick with the truth

Denial, mute

A child’s cry

A sadistic adult’s lies

Spew forth

The liquid truth of horror

Everything’s now…

Alright

Lyrics 3, 4 and 5: Gone , Old and Obbsession

Gone

My world is but a haze.

As I stare through these pale eyes.

God cannot save me now,

I’m too far gone.

This world is fading as I sit.

Praying to be saved

Even though I know no one will answer

God will not save me

I’m too far gone.

Old

Why can you not see the person in me?

Just the shell of my former being?

Growing up means growing old

The sun shines upon my face

But you don’t notice because I’m not a star

Of you perfect ideal

Growing up means growing old

I sit on the floor made of ashes and dirty promises

I know your thinking of me,

Your terrible little girl

Growing up means growing old

My memory will never fade

Your deeds will be punished

By god

By evolution

By my intelligence

You will perish

That’s my gift to you

Growing up means growing old

That’s my wish for you

Growing up means growing old

Obsession

The winged worm is a prime example of a dying man.

He hides behind the screen, and horrification of his unseemly appearance.

Now he is currency in a world of monogamy.

And he is a mere shadow of his former being. 

He lives under my bed

In his home, a cage

He whispers inside my head

Messages of death and rage

Who could’ve wronged him so?

His face, a painted veil

As I climb upon my bed

I admire him so

For he can cure my head

He’s so shocking

He’s so wrong

He’s my everything

He’s my god

A life lived in darkness

Is evil in the light

But he is the scapegoat of everyone that’s right

Without him you’re nothing

Without me you’re unchanged

I will never get close to his un-holy name.

He’s so shocking

He’s so wrong

He’s my everything

He’s my god

So bow to his greatness, strip yourself of shame

He will be forever

The earth’s permanently stained

Yeah

His seed will bury deeper

The more you scrub

His sent is now your being…

I am his child

We are his worms

And he is the shit upon which we feed

He’s so shocking

He’s so wrong

He’s my everything

He’s my god

The man with the snow white smile

The dinner whore

Leather straps and rubber pants

The anti-Christ for evermore!

Lyrics 1 and 2 : Clean? and Discarded

Clean?

Being clean won’t matter.

When, I spit upon your face.

And being liked won’t matter.

Now you’ve fallen from grace.

You thought yourself a god.

But you can only crawl on the ground.

Now I’ve found my way.

I don’t need your filthy crown.

You dirty whore.

Being clean won’t matter.

When, I spit upon your face.

And being liked won’t matter.

Now you’ve fallen from grace.

The classic case of sold out child trash.

Discarded

The time of the discarded has come.

Throw away those who now return.

Crawl, crawl.

For you will fall.

Let go of the idea of a perfect world.

Society’s trash has returned.

TEXT

I think text is a big thing in my life, form reading books to writing my name repeatedly on a peice of paper.
it's not only written text that i love, i is speech, lyrics, voice overs and quotes that i love. i think this is why video art appeals to me, as i can use these elements as well as visual to not only stimulate the viewer but to add another component to my art.
yes i understand that text can be used in the visual sense also, but i personally feel that unless it is done artistically or in the 'neat' 'standard' forms of writing people noramlly view text as a artist who is too lazy to draw, or who is 'weird', however if they are presented as a soundtrack people are fairly more engaged as they have to hear what is happening.

this brings me to the point of this post.
my tutor set me the task of making the weirdest film i can.
of course firstly i thought of this by concept, a simple film of myself, unedited and with original soundtrack. the only indication of it being weird by the title "The Weirdest Film I Can Make"
nevertheless i also thought of how i can make it to peoples expectations,
as most of my work is somewhat personal i decided to go back through my old stuff, my "writings of things" and i found some ideas i had written down for lyrics.
I thought i might post them here for you to see.
I may even use them for a soundtrack in my film.

Train

this is the first environment that i've documented. i like how it's come out.

It started out really normal but by then end of editing i realised that i had made something that could've been visually normal into something very quite strange. I guess though that on a train- where this is filmed - there are a lot of strange people. maybe this is what has driven me into making something like this. my own impressions and experiences affect me in all my work, so i guess they should in my film too. also this reflects my transport to uni and how i spend too much time on it. you kind of get a sense of calmness at the start that turns into a somewhat stir crazy state. I must start filming more things, and making more videos . . .
as Weird as They might Be. 



we'll soon see. :)

MY art

I brought a video camera the other day and will have an editing suite within the next week.
For our uni assessment we are asked to 'explore' environments.
So i'm thinking that i'll do this with my new camera, as i have to do one for my computer class anyways.
I'm having fun with it.
i really want to show people a new way of looking at the world.
this i think is inspired by the film "American Beauty" which i have watched many times now.
It is filmed lovely the colours, the sets the positioning of the actors- beautiful
what i liked most is the snippits of footage they show off Jane's boyfriend Ricky's camera.
he describes everyday scenes as beautiful, a plastic bag as beautiful and a dead bird as beautiful.
I'd like to show the world how i see it, as i am told by others that it is different to what they see.
I think it would be very interesting. 

maybe i could combine music into it, like what i have in my head when i'm in that particular environment. 
no that I think would be interesting. . .