Anteloping With Gorillas in the zoo

Too much to drink, too much to see,

Too much to think, too far to sink on down.

To be fit and fun and to strongly run

That's just and idea that burns blurry in the distance

Anteloping with Gorillas in the zoo 

On the arcs, under stones - in forests to.

And eloping with the gorillas in the zoo

I 'll be groping like the cavemen used to do

I'm sorry girl my voyeur is strong

I'm sorry girl my voyeur is strong

You know I don't take drugs,

Because I get a real low.

I don't take E - I take care of me and my Rose.

And when I get old I know i'm going to die,

And so are you - so kiss the air and say goodbye.

Anteloping with Gorillas in the zoo 

On the arcs, under stones - in forests to.

And eloping with the gorillas in the zoo

I 'll be groping like the cavemen used to do

I'm sorry girl my voyeur is strong

I'm sorry girl my voyeur is strong

iBone

There was more sublime here than in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’ sewer.


the flora seems to express itself differently


A couple of the boy’s unpleasantries will disarm you due to their fantastically quirky choice of headwear, a WWI helmet perhaps, a pointed gnome’s hat?


There's congestion in the central reservation, of the highways to my heart.
In the museum of dazzling advance, science killed a true romance.
Where you romantic when the Brothers Grimm came round?
Or could they deduce your buzzing sound.

On the Bridge he killed Robin Hood and took from him everything he could.
The he flew him on lubricated lightening - to the sands of Plutonian shores.

Album cover for James P Honey - ask me if you want me to do you one x (alex@livemusic.fm)

Passed Out In A Grave Yard - feat. The Short-Term Dogg.

She's Just Up My Street

Some day I might turn around to see,
All the bad deeds that I did in the red lights,
All the bad deeds that I did in the black dead of night.

But I won't refrain from the mystic on a wing tip,
It just rides out of me.

And on Sinai I might burn amongst the trees,
Watch the ghosts disappear to the Red Sea,
And on Sinai I might dance amongst the breeze,
Watch the ghosts disappear into the Dead Sea,
Watch the ghosts disappear inside of me.

But I won't refrain from the mystic on a wing tip,

It just rides out of me.

Trying to plug my stories,

I was trying to get my rhythming down,

This ain't no Jackanory,

Now i'm going to quit the ground,

We're going to quit the ground.

But I won't refrain from the mystic on a wing tip,

It just rides out of me.

The Hurricane Turns

She was a graduate from the School of Seven Bells,
With so many secrets that she could hardly spill.
She showed me seven kinds of Hell.
It's not alright by me,
These hurricane turns.

She systematically executed routine,
Like a robot greased in Vaseline.
I was a fool because I thought that she had seen,
We were already gone,
With the hurricane turns.

She's the final twist in Medusa's killing list,
She's not dead she has just fallen out of reach.
There is not a line uncrossed or a wrong she didn't breach.

It's not alright by me,
All these hurricane turns.

She systematically executed routine,
Like a robot greased in Vaseline.
I was a fool because I thought that she had seen,
We were already gone,
With the hurricane turns.

Your as cynical as Nietzsche,
If your nature let's burn the trees.
Because there's no more flight to the birds anymore.

It's not alright by me,
All these hurricane turns.