I could never talk about my home To the men in ivory towers For fear I’d get the sack If they knew about our super powers No confident in that glitzy world No one to tell of our pain To wear a mask and be silent about the truth About how the other half lives Caught b/w 2 worlds Something’s gotta snap Caught b/w 2 worlds The real deal & a piece of crap I’d go to bed in a war zone & spend the day time folding clean linen My brothers are dying But I must keep myself from crying Caught b/w 2 worlds…

Drifting through mystical thonkers Moralised monsters Eco warriors Shifting down disposable stoles Frozen moments The ergo sum Auto rifle butts Can’t get enough Backsidedness Beneath bullet vests History tests Well thought of & spoken Letters and characters The forceps are grassed On this sometimes glass Down the hatch suit sweet sweet hours All vanished all powdered Drink drink The sim sim fruit Drink drink Your session’s all through Pink pink The windows of psychs Wend wend Down plastic drain pipes

Swordfish walk in jagged lines Waltzing and jitterbugging in the rain The smoke comes puffing down the drain Risking council fines I wake and eat swordfish wheat-bix My heart is in the bin I dreamt all night I’d committed sins The devil had me in a fix Chorus: U get tricked with good intentions That’s where philosophy’s fine But martial arts should line The forehead to the shin The swordfish dance turning 45 degrees Checking 5 moves down the track The mind flicking like a lizard tongue forward and back Can overcome the frozen sugar breeze One day the sun will return To me in the oolong bath Coming super light and mentally fast One day the wind will turn U get tricked with good intentions That’s where philosophy’s fine But martial arts should line The forehead to the shin Swordfish walk the midwinter streets Swordfish walk the midwinter streets Swordfish walk the midwinter streets Swordfish walk the midwinter streets U get tricked with good intentions That’s where philosophy’s fine But martial arts should line The forehead to the shin

So many different kinds of kisses Red lips on cleanly shaved Lip balm on lip balm Brown lips on pink lips Girl on girl, man on man Police on robber Choir leader on a chorister head Mum on daughter Grandfather on nephew Lovers & loved ones Pets & gifts So many different kinds of kisses The best one of all is with you My invisible ghostly Black gloved mosquito Buzzing about love In my ear I love you my angel You live in my head You kiss my brain When I am alone But you return to the living With me in our bed And kiss me again and again So many different kinds of kisses Blue ones, black ones Hot ones, moist ones Stories about others And songs of fruits and flowers In praise of God or you and I Many things at once And nothing at all Abstractions and mere flesh on flesh Love rage, peanuts of peace You blame me, you save me You change my mood Come on, let's open our hoods

what does it mean to tangle in the dingle the rope from fair play the dope in ur beard & sail on mother-lode me with silver in ur eyes terror in ur song of waters rising higher when will u be my love again on what salt plain the nerves of the emu shrink under ice & tussocks spur windows into thermometer blasts from the past I last on the fast bowler’s short run late in his career before we were called garden gnomes ever & anon come the silver swans of dust & teacups the nervous parade of gymnopedies & cock tease my main squeeze plasticine & saffron & lubricated lips where will u run to my funny friend over the umbrella & swilling of the tea & do-rei-me here we are again with a powdered geezer ever at the tease but not in front of lode please will this headstrong mounting ever cease with verbiage also on the take but squeezes she so rightly there’s a tiger in my tank I star her star star 4.3 with tweezers of down between my ruby toes I choose I chose melting blues into one what fun my thread is instead Muddy Waters!

Drugs to make the body bigger And the mind smaller They're on the wrong drugs Drugs to make u look younger But banish youthful hearts They're on the wrong drugs Whatever happened to consciousness expansion? And laughing wildly with ur friends And meeting Krishna Not buying a stripper They're on the wrong drugs The drugs they take leads to coward’s punches Bigoted rants Bullying their way to the top Corporate take overs 3rd world rape They're on the wrong drugs What kind of drugs? The wrong ones The drugs they take Silences conversations Buys the patents to true innovation Irons out complexity into final solutions Smiles only to itself as a muscle flex What kind of drugs? They’re on the wrong drugs The drugs they take are legalised Only sometimes not on the sports field The drugs they take Abuses women and children The drugs they take makes an angry world They’re on some kind of drugs Superhypercompetition Superhypercompetition Neglect the needy and the poor The drugs they take creates men's clubs and faceless power The drugs they take is male homoerotic but homophobic It’s true I think They're on the wrong drugs The stuff that makes the muscles bigger And the brain thinner They do not read Breed a next generation The drugs they take yells to get attention With nothing ever new or wise to say The drugs they take takes all god's names in vain The drugs they take makes the good go insane The drugs they take prevents reflection Except for flexing in front of mirrors They’re on the wrong drugs What drugs are they on? They’re on the wrong ones The drugs they take locks up refugees The drugs they take compounds global warming The drugs they take isolates us from one another The drugs they take abandons aged fathers and mothers The drugs they take are cannibalistic Meant to exaggerate and humiliate The drugs they take are onanistic They can't get enough of their own bodies The drugs they take cuts down forests Coz there is dirty filthy lucre to be made The drugs they take produced the auto tune Coz these drugs affects ur voice’s pitch The drugs they take never makes way for ur fellow Coz I am more important than u The drugs they take made darling into bitch Coz it takes away the ability to know tenderness The drugs they take demands conformity The drugs they take calls grown men son The drugs they take wants each day to be over It never holds hands and watches the sunset The drugs they take makes u hyperaggressive It puts us all on notice so watch ur step! The drugs they’re on takes away patience I won’t wait for you to compose urself The drugs they’re on increases incarceration The drugs they’re on puts them against us The drugs they take Drives up house prices Makes people homeless Leaves houses vacant The drugs they take Rescinds native titles Stockpiles nukes Makes u need to puke They’re on the wrong drugs What drugs are they on? The wrong ones The drugs they take Propagandas betting Drowns dolphins in netting They don’t find this upsetting They see upsides for banking in every setting The only thing they’ll compromise on Is human rights The drugs they take makes sodomy of women The new orthodoxy In pornography for kids Kids on the phone instead of throwing a ball Preparing them for life on these pumped up drugs What kind of drugs? Not the hippie trippy kind They’re on the wrong ones The drugs they use Uses surrealism to sell accounting Branding and rebranding Pursing and pouting It sells out revolutions to mercenaries Despots and reigns of terror They have no third eye these drugs they are on Putting high prices on vaccines Selling plastic toxic suburban dreams Shouldn't drugs help u let go of urself? Join u with the universal consciousness Break down the ego? Bond u with others from other walks? Connect u with forgotten dreams? Shouldn't they point humanity along the road to being free? What drugs are they on? They’re on the wrong drugs The drugs they take cuts funding to education The drugs they take dictates one kind of face for the nation The drugs they take leads to Donald Trump The drugs they take leads to total war The drugs they take makes poetry a bore What kind of drugs? They’re on the wrong ones

People pay for this It's a day in day out Spend their pay To get stuck in the middle of a sound system war Transport, construction, advertisements, stereos from this door, next door, buskers with pas, tables talking about different reality shows, buzz words, sound bites People pay to go out and listen to this And add their own little sounds As if the thing weren't already obese Jah bring me some peace Let me enter the root system of a magnificent tree And hear my breathing at last like a man For I can't hear myself breathe I can't hear myself scream And everyday a thousand new companies advertising their wares are added to the mix When we all have enough When we've all had enough Jah let me ride on the eagle's back And soar higher than the mountains Let me touch the silence And compose myself afresh Before I must return To Babylon system To feed my family Coz love ain't free Fruit from the tree On land conquered and taxed Who has my back?