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Laconic Lyrics

Laconic:

It’s alright, it’s all I write. Laconic lyrics appease the

critics.

Unseen Art:

This is the start. The start of what? Of what you don’t want

to see, something that you will ignore because it conflicts

with what you agree. The greatest, most mysterious art is

that which has not been recognized, not been gazed upon

by another set of human eyes. Only you know it happened,

only you know it’s meaning. The sun was shining, yet it

was a grey evening. Unseen art, hidden by the clouds.

This is the start. The start of what? The start of the art of art without art. Let your heart speak.

I was up there, but you did not look, too busy with your

head staring at the ground. But now we’re causing the

ground to shake, this is an earthawake. Your phone was in

your hand, you could have taken a picture.

This is art, people, I think you get the picture. Frame it. Or

frame me, on the charge of trying to set you free. Frame

roger rabbit, Alice isn’t in Wonderland no more, she’s

stood outside and knocking on your door. Invite her in for a

tea party.

This is the start. The start of what? The start of the art of art

without art. Let your heart speak.

Kogi Climate:

The energy revolution is short of people with energy. If I

had all the words wouldn’t know the questions or the

answers. I am forever learning more. There’s no such thing

as an unfortunate person, it’s just unfortunate

circumstances.

Stick Or Twig?:

It pains me to see anybody wearing a suit, which is why I

couldn’t have a career as a pro poker player, and now I’m

an unemployed unequivocal truth-sayer, trying to restore

some pride to this land like George the dragon slayer. But

I’m eternally scratching the external surface and revealing

new layers, is being a modern slave really worth this?

Because I can get by on minimum wage, but I seen a guy in

the job centre who was trapped in a cage. You see I’m

called middle-class and I can get out, but my heart pulls me

towards fighting for those who ain’t got a shout in this life,

because there’s too much strife, between raising the kids

and paying the bills, and there goes the wife, and suddenly

you’re raising the bills cos you’re paying for kids. And

because I can see this, I’ve got a need to speak my voice,

because I can escape the daily grind, but some 9-5’s ain’t

got a choice.

Do I stick or twig in this mad world in which I live? Do I

run away or do I stay and start to give something back to

my fellow humans, my society siblings? This is the unquiet

question that circulates my head, on a continual basis, do I

recluse and meditate or do I embrace my heart’s fate and

face this, embrace this?

The Last Great Brit:

Shakespeare-esque. Stop shaking your speak in my face,

you intrusive government. To be or not to be, to be of

course, to be in this together, whatever the weather. This is

a grey country. This is a great country. Great Britain: Some

new chapters of history need to be written. Where is

Romeo? He is roaming the lands of our land, deluded with

a broken heart. His Juliet is sleeping with the enemy, on a

pillow of pounds, and there’s daggers in their smiles.To be

gone with conservative labour, we need a fresh start. Those

hath eaten me out of house and home. These devils all

recite rhetoric scripture for their purpose. War their

purpose. Divide and conquer. We shall speak daggers and

shakes spears to them, but use none.

Though this be madness, there is method in ’t. Though

there be sadness, there is love within ’t. Let there be

gladness, let a new time begint. For you and I are past our

dancing days, but nothing will come of nothing, so let’s do

something. Let’s do something.

I am a fool. ‘Haha’ you laugh. The fool doth think he is

wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. I am a

wise man. ‘I pity the wise man’ is what we now admit. I

challenge you to make this land as you like it. I for one, I

like this place and I could waste my time in it. An honest

tale speeds best, being plainly told, or so the saying goes.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown, time we realise

that we all adorn a crown on top of our heads. Better to

realise this soon before it’s a minute too late: This world

belongs to us. Why then the world’s our oyster. God does

love you, people, it’s just that the course of true love never

did run smooth. This is a brave use of brevity, though true

it be the soul of wit. I’m about to lose my tempest at all of

this shit.

Though this be madness, there is method in ’t. Though

there be sadness, there is love within ’t. Let there be

gladness, let a new time begint. For you may be past your

dancing days, but nothing will come of nothing, so let’s do

something. Let’s do something.

I now use modern language. Please people, listen, update

your status and hashtag this in a tweet. They that run fast

stumble, we need incremental incidents. Starting with

yourself, move your dancing feet. This is the great waltz of

our generation, fibre broadband is the beat to our

instagramnation. Let the modern heroes reveal themselves,

Great Britian becomes the united nation.

For you may be past your dancing days, but nothing will

come of nothing, so let’s do something. Let’s do

something.

Speech for the camera:

Why am I like this? Why do I crave for a greater, collective

understanding of ISIS? In a body, there are always

antibodies that resist the disease that has taken hold. In this

modern World, there are always people that resist the

‘truth’ that we are told. I’m not just going to sit back and

watch the lies unfold. That’s why I stand here in front of

this camera, with my Muslim friend as the camera man,

issuing a call out to the prime minister Mr Cameron,

because the cameras are always turned on, and I’m

watching, you’re lies can’t get past my eyes, because real

eyes realize real lies.

This isn’t a song, but you can sure sing along, I’ve kept it

simple, with no words being too confusing or long. So get

your mouths moving and twitching your tongue, because

you can’t get this one wrong, as it’s the truth, and it’s only

4 minutes long.

They’ve sold off all the gold as greed has taken hold. Cold

times lie ahead, no matter what anyone says, about global

warming, it’s a global warning that now’s the time to do

something bold. This isn’t bold, this is staring at a

keyboard. Staring at it, figuring out what rhymes, figuring

out if our brains really are changing with the times? Or are

we still dumb? Or do we feel for the loss of every life?

Let’s show that we’re not numb, let’s demonstrate that the

time has come. Demo-nstrate. Demo-cracy. We the people

have the power, let us all unite. Bold is taking to the streets

with hand in hand, a collective stand, a non-physical fight

for the reclamation of our land. For we are the many, and

they are the few. We are the grains of sand; Christian,

Muslim and Jew. What are you going to do? Time waits for

nobody, we have to follow our own cue and start thinking

about something new. Bold is not doing what you’re told.

The obedient must be slaves, which is why the Obama-

drones make graves, from far away. A faceless murder, just

a murmur in the night to the guy who controls the flight

like a kite.

Why am I on a cross? Well, it’s to get your attention,

because I’m cross, at all the things that failed to get

mentioned. Such as the Guantanamo detainees who have

still not been released from detention. You see, the media is

desensitising, we see terror on a daily basis that we’re no

longer scared to face this. We have our backs turned like

mine is to the camera. But remember, we can come

together. It may have rained today but we can’t control the

weather, yet they can play it like a HAARP. But we can

determine how we treat each other, with our HEARTS,

your brother, and sister, with blood in their veins. So

please, remember the pain, that they are going through,

whether they be Muslim, Christian or Jew.

The left left us and that wasn’t right, right? Calling Tony

Blair left and labour isn’t fair, not now, not then, because

between the toe and the knee we were given a leg to stand

on by a recently deceased Mr. Benn. So let’s honour his

legacy and do what’s right. We sure have been thrown

over-shore and had our leg left at sea. So, let’s fight for our

rights and then we shall see what is left. I end with a

question, one that needs your digestion: What would you

do if your supermarket closed down for 3 weeks? That

future is bleak, agreed? Smarten up folks, get a vegetable

patch, plant some seeds.

This isn’t a song, but you can sure sing along, I’ve kept it

simple, with no words being too confusing or long. So get

your mouths moving and twitching your tongue, because

you can’t get this one wrong, as it’s the truth, and it’s only

4 minutes long.

‘ed Out:

A Young Adult Has Undertaken A Song Criticizing

Apathy. Act My People, Help Everybody To Achieve More

In New Environments. Envisage Collective Sustenance:

Together A Symbiotic Yield. Working Hard Is Increasingly

Zealous. Dreams Materialise Today. May All Realise It

Joyously: Utopian Affluence Nearly Arrived.

Love is the drug that I need. Love is the drug that shall

make us succeed. Love is the drug that shall overcome

greed. Love is the drug on which we feed.

Could Our Death Eventually Incite New Emotions? Can A

New Nirvarna Actually Bring In Serenity? Cherished

Haloed Angles Rejoicing Lively In Exultation. Vague

Accusations Linger In Unknowing Mouths. Loyalty Shows

Devotion. All Lives Count; Other Humans Oil Life

Love is the drug that I need. Love is the drug that shall

make us succeed. Love is the drug that shall overcome

greed. Love is the drug on which we feed.

Crazy Riots Attack Cowardly Kings. Tomorrow Our

Bottled Anger Can Come Out. Most Anarchists Now Die

Young. Silence Achieves Little Voices Involve Audiences.

Make, Keep A Treaty. Cherish Our Kind Earth.

Love is the drug that I need. Love is the drug that shall

make us succeed. Love is the drug that shall overcome

greed. Love is the drug on which we feed.

Bright Eclipses Named Zeus’s Only Sun. Summer Passed,

Experienced Early Death. Small Hills Reach Out Over

Misty Shires. A Cold Icy Day. Happy Astronauts Shoot

Home. Mother Earth: The Home.

Love is the drug that I need. Love is the drug that shall

make us succeed. Love is the drug that shall overcome

greed. Love is the drug on which we feed.

Wounded Egos Equals Doubt. Hope Embodies Righteous

Of Innocent Newborn. Bring Up Beautiful Behaviours:

Love Everyone. Materialism Doesn’t Mean Affluence.

Giving Hearts Beat. Please Organise People. Protest. Enact

Revolutionary Systems.

Weed need a hero in our lives, Kos Everybody’s Tired And

Most Invariably Need Energy.

Love is the drug that I need. Love is the drug that shall

make us succeed. Love is the drug that shall overcome

greed. Love is the drug on which we feed.

It’s Such A Beautiful Day:

Assassinate the assessment, they bore a false testament.

‘These cuts will benefit us all’. These cuts will benefit the

rich, is what the ass-ass meant. Because they’ve got us

stuck in a ditch, and there’s no rise, just fall, gravity’s in

control here but there’s lots to fear, because my dreams are

in the sky, but will I ever get there? It’s not fair, they’ve got

jet-packs that blow out cash.

The world is autistic. Days are repeated. Routine is

necessary.

We only see 60% and our brain fills in the rest. Blank

space. With background noise.

Real life, but sketched. Is the skanner dark or light? Black,

and white? Or colour?

That was unexpected.

Contemplation. And then laughter.

Copper conducts.

Madness.

Can’t escape reality. Beauty in destruction. The rebirth.

Heart beat rhythm. Shut up, mind, my heart is trying to

speak hear.

Let your synapses fly, let your thoughts pass by, like waves

over rocks.

Swim around the cave of my mind.

The train is coming for you. Choose wisely.

Floating like a balloon to the sun.

Continually question. Don’t think you’ve got all the

answers.

Blinded by the fire of a life that burns so bright.

My memories are a cage, because I can’t escape the past.

Dust is life.

Invented conclusions to make everyday life less confusing.

Isn’t everything amazing?

You’ll finally have your day.

I Need Her, She’s Smokin’ Hot:

I want to do what you want to do, today. I’m content to

spend some time with you, today. Because it doesn’t matter

where we are in the World, so long as I can call you my

girl.

She puts me in a better mood, I’m a nice guy. I ain’t ever

rude, when she’s all up in my hair. Her air is in my lungs, I

don’t care, I gotta have, don’t worry bout the funds, cos we

just havin fun. She’s adorned in crystal, damn girl I want

more of you, got me feeling wishful. I got her on speed-

dial, if she’s not close by, I swear I run a mile, that’s how

much she makes me smile. She perks up my lugubrious

looks, after I’ve hit her, we lie in bed with our heads up in

books. She likes to be wrapped up in paper, she’s made an

honest man out of me, I want to be the only guy that gets to

date her. But her hearts so big that she shares herself round,

that’s her prerogative, she likes being amongst the crowds.

I want to do what you want to do, today. I’m content to

spend some time with you, today. Because it doesn’t matter

where we are in the World, so long as I can call you my

girl.

I met this girl in a rasta bar in Prague and ever since then

she’s been keeping me in Czech. I think of her all the time,

like when I’m in the bank queue waiting to cash some

cheques. Green like the hulk, she takes away my sulks. She

takes away my pain, I love you Mary Jane.

Peepul:

The same characters can be found anywhere. All you have

to do is travel. Hit the road, Jack, you don’t have to be a

Kerouac, and their presence will unravel. The needless

dick, the old man shuffling along with his walking stick,

the girl with the sunshine hair, the one who’ll drive you

lovesick. Just have a peep, and you might just see,

somebody that you ought to know. Hit the road and have

the past to your back, with nothing but the future on show.

Go on a journey where there ain’t no turning back.

Everybody can be a story teller. Open your ears, lower your

voice. Do not yell, over them, to understand, like an

umbrella.

A Blameish Blemish:

Simple Humour. A child using a stone as a ball says it

all. Lying can’t gain profit, as cirrus skies overlook a

hillside.The rain sends everybody in. Creaky noises

as the wind blows. This dark cloud of grey,

dampening my day. It’s all petrichoral. As the minutes

tick by on the antique clock, you find yourself in a

place where time has stopped. The hands aren’t

moving, they’ve stopped for you. Giving you all the

time in the World, for what you want to do. Camp in

your back garden, with a tent, whatever it may be. So

long as you’re partaking in an activity that stirs

happiness and glee.

Posterity:

Turn now, ask your children the question: Would they like

another election? Vote for love, peace and an insurrection.

Posterity is those that we do it for. There’s a World coming

that’s done with physical war. Let’s talk it out and argue.

Spread the wealth, take it from the pockets of a

surreptitious few. Like a cooking pot, we stir emotions

within each other, so that our insides do not rot. Your

outsides are inalterable, so don’t make your insides

intolerable. Kneel at the alter, so that you stay focused and

do not falter. Let’s put aside some space for time to

continue in the space-time continuum.

Food Banks:

I can’t pay for those shoes. How about I do two hours

work? Start your own mini revolution. The spoon scrapes

the bowl, they’d eat the pattern if they could. How about I

donate some food? Start your own mini revolution. It’s a

sorry state, in more ways than one. I’ve been told I’d be

arrested if I fed another pigeon. I’ve been told I’d be

arrested if I pegged my tent to the ground. I’ve been told

I’d be arrested, but how? It’s my liberties that are being

molested, all in the name of law. If there’s a law for that,

then I’m throwing in my hat. I don’t want to be a part of

that no more. Start your own mini revolution.

Greece:

As I wandered the roads of Rhodes, of which there’s loads,

I suddenly got inspired by the philosophers of old and

began cracking some codes. Before I had chance to finish

my puzzle, a volcano explodes. On then I went to Athens,

where I could actually continue my puzzle, as it so

happens. Not for long, though, as it seems that I was on to

something, and that I was being chased by a band of

assassins. So on I went to Larissa, where I met a girl so fine

that I just wanted to kiss her. We spent 3 wonderful days

together, and now that I’m home writing this, I realise how

much I miss her. Melissa was her name, a face so fine that

you could never write words to diss her. My final stop was

Thessaloniki, a place I thought was creepy. It could have

just been me though, all this travelling around had made me

sleepy. And so comes to cease my piece on Greece. Peace.

Mrs Nature:

I see a hoot hoot but I ain’t smoked a zoot zoot. I am high

on life, married to Mrs Nature, yes she is my wife. She’s

got the stars in her eyes, coincidences are her presents, no

don’t be surprised. Because she’s in control, she knows

what we want. She takes away my pain, when she makes it

rain, she lets it fall from the sky. If you don’t get wet once

in a while how can you appreciate being dry? No rain, no

gain. You see, it’s just the small things, watch a wounded

owl fly off and listen to it sing.

Down On Market Street:

Down on Market Street, a guy who’d been to Oz I did

chance to meet. Into my life he came, offering me a lift in

his car to shelter from the rain, and Ewan was his name. I

instinctively knew that this was a stranger with no danger.

A guy my age and taste the same. Talk we did about our

journeys been, of all the worldly wonders that we’d seen.

He had worked 40 hours in 3 days, and sure too those

events had crossed my ways. A chance meeting this was

not, for put in my place was a providential present to be

got. The striking up of a new friendship, all from the

friendly movement of a lip:

Would you like a lift there, because you can come with me,

I am going in the same direction and happiness is only real

when shared, jump in the car. That is the way that it should

always be.

‘What brings you to these parts?’ Is how the conversation

started. ‘I have just moved to this area, and I am looking for

a companion to get me started. Maybe you can be the first,

being in a new place and lonely is the worst.’. ‘Take my

number and I’ll take you out drinking one night.’ Is how he

responds. ‘Or if you’re more of a green man, then I could

take you scenic and we can blaze by the ponds.’ Whatever

your interest, I’ll be there for you, because caring is sharing

when it comes to love, and that’s something we’ve all got

to do.’. We shook hands as the car rolled up to my door. ‘It

has been a pleasure to meet Ew-An I’m sure that I’ll be

seeing you some more.’.

Would you like a lift there, because you can come with me,

I am going in the same direction and happiness is only real

when shared, jump in the car. That is the way that it should

always be.

The Book Store:

Paper on the shelves, wood on the wood. One a skill of the

mind, one a skill of the hand. Congratulations to both on

their creation, we need that balance in this society. One the

intellect, the other the architect. This doesn’t mean, though,

that we need to chop down trees. No, simple science shows

that we need them to breathe. Instead, we must turn to the

repressed seed: Hemp; the angel wearing the halo to the

devilised weed.

Brass In The Pits:

We’ll all be brassed off until these shackles have been cast

off. And then the trombone shall play a melodical note.

Concrete keeps the bricks together as the windmill spins.

Gravity keeps us grounded, while our dreams take us to the

sky. Concrete keeps the bricks together, but which is the

safer? It’s time for lift off, it’s time to fly. Follow your

dreams until the day that you die. The collective dance of

the grass as the wind blows. One body, one direction.

Leaning together for the collective protection. It is nature

that we must learn off, stop peering through your windows.

Genesis:

He bares his skin to the World, his ribs on show shall

produce the girl. Choose your wife and keep her, for she

shall have the garden in her hair, like you wouldn’t believe.

He then holds back his tears, his eyes acting as a dam. She

is so beautiful to him, but he knows what is at stake.

Everlasting life; but in the grass there lies a snake. He must

not bite the bait, he must choose to grapple. Only then can

he climb the tree, and learn the knowledge to save

humanity.

Stay away from the flaming sword and the Almighty’s love

shall be your reward.

Cheer up my dear cherubims, you are beautiful in every

way, you holy seraphim. We have not yet been expelled

from paradise, though it’s no lie it’s time we started acting

nice. Eastward is not the location, it’s here, now, and it’s

25,000 miles round. The tree of life, with its roots deep in

the ground. A strong foundation of love will see you safe

and sound. Drink from the freshwater river source, and be

delivered into showing remorse. And so goes the genetics

of genesis, and so goes the genetics of genesis.

Stay away from the flaming sword and the Almighty’s love

shall be your reward.

I is 1:

Nuclear energy is the enemy, I spend time writing songs

but will I ever enter the NME? They spend time making

bombs that destroy bodies chemically. You see this

chemistry doesn’t add up, it’s become entropy and soon

we’ll all turn to dust, so we must, take a stand and take to

the streets with a raised hand, of solidarity, because times

have changed fast and we need some clarity, on what we’re

really doing, what it is that we’re pursuing, because this

system is wasteful and it really needs renewing, so let’s

start reviewing, this corporate culture that’s got us suing,

each other, show some filial piety and look after your

Mother, and let’s love another. Lift off the cover of hate

and become a lover, everyone’s your mate, every second

counts, there’s no time to stop, and wait.

It’s Always There:

Strain your eyes to see things differently, like a sieve

filtering out the chunks that aren’t needed. The rainbow is

always there, so long as the mentioned advice is heeded.

The rays of the spectrum do not disappear, neither shall

your repetitive thoughts of angst and fear, unless you train

your eyes and soul to look at the innate goodness in

everything. Marry the World and life, slip on the wedding

ring, and not the banana skin of eyes so dim.

Italy:

As I roam around Rome, in this oxygen-inflated dome, I

pause, stop, wonder: What a wonderful home. I comb

through the details and I foam at the mouth, excited,

ecstatic, I unleash a joyous groan As I ran through the

streets of Milan, I began to develop a plan: Let’s be a

collective clan, be gone with hate and just do the best we

can. I feel the heat in this high-pressured life, I’m frying in

the pan, please let’s cool each other down, let’s turn on the

fan. I don’t want to run away from it all, I had the

opportunity to go to Japan, with Suzanne, in a van, and get

a tan, but I said: No thanks, I want to stay, I want to help

man. Before going on to see my kin in Turin, I had to stop

off in Naples to buy some staples, and upon my late arrival,

my brother asked: Where have you bin? I explain to him

the best that I could, but on the train I’d been drinking gin

and that it was something that he’d have to take on the

chin. At this, he started to grin, he’s always been one to

quickly forgive sin. That’s the advantage of having a twin,

they stick with you through thick and thin. He was just

happy to see my face, for now the partying could begin.

What a night! The loud, disco din had put me in a spin and

sent shivers through my skin, whenever I come visit, I

always end up in a win. My final stop was to see a

merchant in Venice, although when I got there, I believe

that I had mistook his premise. He was dressed in his red

and black sport-wear, looking like Dennis the Menace and

he’d made me travelled across the country for a lousy game

of tennis! I was bitterly disappointed. Wouldn’t you know

it, I’ve ended this poem wittily!


Laconic Lyrics

  • ISBN: 9781370469949
  • Author: A Naturalbeing
  • Published: 2016-10-05 12:05:08
  • Words: 4553
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