Get to me

i want to be free i need the release

i want to be free to find my peace

all you people are judging by cover, not contents

all you people are following rules of nonsense

oh how its killing me

oh how your killing me

as the days go by, you take it in your stride to be the sheep

that’s what worries me

stupidity it worries me.

you are following shepard’s like a mindless flock

the shears come along and cut you down like crops

individuality doesn’t get noticed around here

a fact i know is starting to worry me

everyone is lobotomised and running away from but becoming what they despise

with half assed attempts at redemption

how are they human?, we're giving way to temptation

something that i know has already got to me

children on the street carrying plastic guns

you look a little closer and they are not that fun

staring down the barrel, till a spark meets the sun

we don’t know what to do but society is starting to kill us

and we don’t really know, who can we trust?

you are following shepard’s like a mindless flock

the shears come along and cut you down like crops

individuality doesn’t get noticed around here

a fact i know is starting to worry me

m. lammond

8/04/07

And so we find

and so we find ourselves here on this road again

and so we find ourselves going round the bend

(living in ecstasy)

we know its been along time and we've lost a friend

and so we find ourselves on this road again

the bloods on your hand now, how the tears shatter cheeks

( your bloods on my hand, your caused the tears)

its the last round and the end of the road

its the last round and we're alone.

street lights pave the way, battling on for days

street lights show us the way, painting our graves

and so we find ourselves on this road again

and so we find ourselves alone again

x 2

we're lost but found, making our stand

(movements without sound)

civilization but a memory, this secret hatred between you and me

(your an enemy)

and so we find ourselves treading the cobbles again

(my lost friend)

our glory seems along way away, its out of reach

glory gainers practicing the way they preach

and so we find ourselves without a home again

street lights pave the way, battling on for days

street lights show us the way, painting our graves

and so we find ourselves on this road again

and so we find ourselves alone again

x 2

and so we find we're going on and on and on

and so we find ourselves hearing the same songs

and so we find the young souls and troubled minds

and so we find all of the same signs

and so we find........

street lights pave the way, battling on for days

street lights show us the way, painting our graves

and so we find ourselves on this road again

and so we find ourselves alone again

x 2

m.lammond

15-04-07

New song cafe

New song cafe, where we waste our days away

Writing songs to right our wrongs.

We sit around in whispers of rhyme.

It passes the time of our wasted youth.

In this cafe our hope are shown through paper tatters.

But all emotions are on a high so nothing else matters.

We hear the screams of a young bride craving suicide.

Tainted tears as her heart shatters.

In this cafe nothing else matters.

Here at the new song cafe. I'd string a song for 6 pence

But I don’t sing about lies.

I was battered by the dealer man, for not paying mine.

When my face is broken, the dealer starts to sing.

Hes got my hat, wallet and watch.

A lesson learnt from sin.

In this cafe our hope are shown through paper tatters.

But all emotions are on a high so nothing else matters.

We hear the screams of a young bride craving suicide.

Tainted tears as her heart shatters.

In this cafe nothing else matters.

New song cafe, where we waste our days away

Writing songs to right our wrongs.

We sit around in whispers of rhyme.

It passes the time of our wasted youth.

We’ve never been the same

Its soaked up all our pain in whispers

We’ve never been the same

Its soaked up all the pain

We’re here in the new song café

Its flowing through our veins  x3

M.lammond

1/04/07