Power struggle…
Peril in my cerebellum, power struggle,
war between my thoughts and these present terrors
Present tensions risen
While we speak, but hardly know each other
Ships up in the night
And while we sleep we dream of other…
Things.
I dream of sexing you
Before my cork is burst
I hold my breath and keep protecting you
Rarely speaking loud about the truth
I just repress it back
Stay alone inside the attic,
building like a pressure pack
While I’m grinning like a Cheshire cat
Pressure not to go out like my father or Virginia Woolf
Ghosts around my past and present
Turn up like a finger snap
People of my age completely blinded by the need for cash
Blinded by the need to climb the classes
Climb until you’re numb
Crumbling into dust
And what is it you’re taking with you, huh?
So you’ve been Yoko’d, and pussy-whipped,
She says that you’re a God,
And then she turns up on some other shit
Tells you not to joke around
That’s a drone
Won’t leave you alone until your hopes are drowned
Tellin’ you your friends are just a lost cause
Money mad and class obsessed
Make you change your mind and change your step
Change your accent and the ways you dress
Until you change address…
Cause nothing’s ever good enough
Something always has to change
Nothing’s ever good enough
Something always has to change
Nothing’s ever good enough
Something always has to change
Nothing’s ever good enough
And something…
Something
Release.
Take a seat and I will stand
Strangers round the table
Never speaking with an open hand
Tell them how you’re working hard
Working—working—papers—working
While you’re lookin’ down your nose
Like the butter’s never melted on your tongue
Like you’re not the same as me
An animal, a shameless beast
Built to kill and fuck and eat
Repress.
Repress
Hold it back until you burst
And let the rage spill out on your precious sons and daughters first…
OK
You OK?
I’m OK
I’m as good as I can get,
And as far as I can see
You will never catch me trying to tell them how it’s meant to be
While you’re leading me around
Tolerating all my talk
You just remember all the bars
And everything I did this for
And when you get the love from all those people that you hated first
I’ll be in this attic working-working-working with the verse
I’ll be in this attic working-working-working on the words
Same as when I first picked up the pen
The same as ever now
Nothing on this planet’s ever strong enough to turn him down
Repress
I’ll bring the art surrounded by the truth I never scheme
I’ll bring the art surrounded by the truth I never scheme
Never plot, never plan
Release
Release—release—release—release.
Release