Silence

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All I want is a little silence

So I can make some noise

Stepping over grave stones

Tripping over toys

 

Running for the hills

But keeping to the coast

Killing for the fun of it

But starving for the most

 

Crying in the cemetery

And lying to the family

Be true but never smile

Until she gets all giggly

 

Then we all get drunk

And we can fuck around

Shake those poles

‘Til they fall to the ground

 

I broke that mirror

I couldn’t see my eyes

I don’t want to go today

I’ve gotta say my good-byes

 

I won the fight, going to war

Won’t win the battle

What are we fighting for?

Not just a heard of cattle

 

 

Screech Screech Rattle

 

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Screech screech rattle and we all fall down

After mystery discovered we ran for the grounds

As the car found itself, in the gutter alone

The men on the streets were still smoking their cone

 

But what matters is true Nothing more but me and you

 

We walk along the way, found the secret stepping stone

We can’t see where we’re going, but we want to go home

The love born in the back seat, died with the driver

All this just because we didn’t stop at the reviver

 

Drunk and freaked out we’ve been meaning to shout

 

But baby we’re trying, to run far far away

Who knows? Who knew, we’ll be back one day

Screech screech rattle and we all fall down

And this all because of that stupid clown

 

We’re getting colder, We’re getting older

 

So why don’t you Brag about what you did?

Why don’t you go brag about where you hid?

As the broken down car steams and splatters

With all that they did, the windows have shattered

 

It’s not like you care, its all about the hair

 

Their tears as well will run to the gutter

But in the end they will all but mutter

Curses and lovers, will but fall in a heap

We cheer for those who are completely cheep.

 

Run away

Fly away dear

As we talk to each other

All right here.

 

Imortality

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It was never really theirs to give

Immortal drink, the immortal fib

But still they wonder, starless days

They hope to find a better way

Some will laugh, and some will dream

But all will think and all will Be

They do not live, they do not die

Floating forever in their eyes

They will ask the question, and tell the lies

They will believe in justice and kill their supply

Of the boundless bounty of deaths own cries

But still they walk the endless roads

Still they take the faulty shows

They will give you the thing you most wanted

Take all the dreams and destroy the hunted

This is not how they see it

No never, endless pit

They wish for pleasure and companionship

They want for dreams of endless trips

All they need is truth and justice

All they want is gnawing and gutless

But still some believe and still some don’t

Who is to judge if you will or wont

Time is threatening and life is failed

And the endless monotone of hearts will bail

 

Fallen from Another Side

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I’m sick of crying

Sick of this trying

Can’t believe its over

Now I feel bad rover

Tears burn bitter sweet

As I see you facebook tweet

I don’t know what to do

I know that I still love you

Just not the same way

Hey, great another day

I start of feeling like yay

Next minute I’m crying

Next second I feel like dieing

Then it gets better again

And I can’t hardly feel the pain

But then it comes back again

And its multiplied, times ten

Oh no, what a trip

Stupid fall, stupid lip

Fell over the edge of the great divide

Fallen through tree from another side.

 

Society and Culture

Greeting's Gerkins!

While reading through some research for my society and culture assignment, I came across information on the clarence valley council website noting that this site as being a source to access art and up coming events.

Since this is relevant to my topic somewhat I thought I'd branch out into research of my own and so I ask the questions:

1. How useful do you think gerkin is as an outlet for creativity amoungst youths in the clarence valley region?

2. What factors have changed as a result of having access to the "Gerkin" website.

Please let me know of your responces here or at the following email:

freakiness@live.com

In My Grandmother's House

EXCERPTS FROM THE INTERGENERATIONAL WRITERS’ PROJECT

 

• In my Grandmother’s house, there was a real bathroom.

 

• In my grandmother’s house are intolerable romance novels.

 

• My Grandparent's house was small but seemed to magically expand to accommodate whoever wanted to be there.

 

• In my grandfather’s garage there are the most interesting yet pointless items, such as the golf tee shaped as a woman.

 

• In my grandmother’s house, there were always small chunks of compressed tissue, jammed into the keyholes, to keep the cold out and the heat in.

 

• In my grandmother’s house there is a cupboard full of scary looking dolls.

 

• In my Grandpa’s shed I see objects from his whole life, even his satchel from kindergarten

 

• Post-it notes were everywhere in Nan's house, so everyone would know who would get what when she passed on. It'd feel quite strange to be sitting there having tea with Nan one day and suddenly realise the piano stool you're sitting on has your name on it.

 

• In my grandmothers house there was no dishwasher.

 

• Outside my grandmother’s house kookaburras tap on the windows and, impatient, often regurgitate their food across the recently cleaned glass.

 

• In my Pa’s workshop trade secrets are always told.

 

• In my grandfather’s house was a lot of shonky workmanship