(instrumental)
I got
27 as my funeral year
26 songs to sing on the stage
25 year-old- looking face
24 hours
23 nightmares during one night
22 lies
21st century hatred
20 times I passed out
19 sex partners
18 albums left
17 years behind
16 as my lucky number
15 problems
14 books about music
13 new compositions
12 notes
11 as my curfew
10 toes
9 scars
8 hours til the next dose
7 plectrums
6 pencils
5 fingers in one hand
4 best kicks in the world
3 pants
2 loved ones
1 window to see the world outside
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Take Up Thy Stethoscope and Walk
Doctor Doctor I'm in bed
Doctor Doctor aching head
Doctor Doctor gold is lead
Doctor Doctor choke on bread
Doctor Doctor underfed
Doctor Doctor gold is lead
Doctor Doctor Jesus bled
Doctor Doctor pain is red
I am scared of doctors. Medication, and the power they might have over us. I am greatly drugged daily - by Crixivan, Retrovir, Epivir, dope (have fun time checking out the sickness), and I start to feel like there is something suspicious about it. People use a lot of medicines that are useless for anyone else but the companies who get the money. And doctors. What if all vaccinations and everything... change our minds. Make us believe media and government and all kind of other shit. We're under control and cannot escape because the drugs will be there, everywhere, like in the food we eat. This is why I dont eat. People call me paranoid and keep saying I'm losing sense of reality. Or I should see a mental doctor. I know they mean it for real but they wont understand - theyre so very different. I cant understand them, but I think.. I still think, it might be the medicines, vitamins, that make them think so. And I'm free. They wont get me - except they already did. And they still do, every single day. So... I shouldnt be able to realize this.
Music seems to help the pain
Seems to motivate the brain
Doctor kindly tell your wife
That I'm alive
Flowers thrive
Realise
Realise
Realise
Doctor Doctor aching head
Doctor Doctor gold is lead
Doctor Doctor choke on bread
Doctor Doctor underfed
Doctor Doctor gold is lead
Doctor Doctor Jesus bled
Doctor Doctor pain is red
I am scared of doctors. Medication, and the power they might have over us. I am greatly drugged daily - by Crixivan, Retrovir, Epivir, dope (have fun time checking out the sickness), and I start to feel like there is something suspicious about it. People use a lot of medicines that are useless for anyone else but the companies who get the money. And doctors. What if all vaccinations and everything... change our minds. Make us believe media and government and all kind of other shit. We're under control and cannot escape because the drugs will be there, everywhere, like in the food we eat. This is why I dont eat. People call me paranoid and keep saying I'm losing sense of reality. Or I should see a mental doctor. I know they mean it for real but they wont understand - theyre so very different. I cant understand them, but I think.. I still think, it might be the medicines, vitamins, that make them think so. And I'm free. They wont get me - except they already did. And they still do, every single day. So... I shouldnt be able to realize this.
Music seems to help the pain
Seems to motivate the brain
Doctor kindly tell your wife
That I'm alive
Flowers thrive
Realise
Realise
Realise
Friday, January 13, 2012
Pow R. Toc H.
(instrumental)
Man, now I gotta be honest with you, I have no idea what is this song about. Well, I know how The Piper at the Gates of Dawn album works - if you dont understand something about the song, just blame the crazy acidhead. His lyrics are childish and simply stupid, maybe even artsy? I'ts obvious that someone on sweet trip couldn't write anything sensible anyway?
I hate the fact you can't listen to the album without noticing the drugs part. You laugh and say "oh they must have had so much good time while composing it!" because it is true. Still, majority of listeners seem to forget the deeper meaning, it's not all about getting high and staying there, or some cool background music to smoking pot. It's so much more about mind. Explore it, find it, hide it, clean it, ruin it. Both drugs and music help with that, they work with your mind and change it. In many ways. I found it rather interesting, even to the point it became way too interesting. They, however, keep me balanced. Money plays its own part, too.
Drugs, music and money. Key to victory
I also hate the fact drugs define you as a person. I havent met anyone who has had nothing to say after they find about my use. It's always the same mantra about how to quit and what to do and why to do and why is it bad and why is it wrong and other shit like that. Well tell you what, we arent that screwed up, dumb, homeless losers who have ruined their life shooting heroin 24/7. No one does that anyway, it's physically impossible. At least I would overdose pretty fast, dont know about the hardcore users. But my point was, that not everyone somewhere here is about to die. Most arent. Forget about the cliches, I'm fed up with people telling shit like that. So here comes another mantra. I dont need help, since there are no problems, and quitting is not an option, since there is no will to do that. This speech was inspired by what she said to me.
I love drugs.
Music defines you as a person. If you listen to rock, people want you to act like a badass. If you're into pop, you're either gay or cool, depending on who says. And if you dont listen to music at all, in my eyes you are nothing. Being a musician is even better. There is always someone to hate you and your music. Your lyrics and melodies are crap and stupid, lame shit. Nothing compared to Beethoven or other geniuses. But is that a surprise? You're not as famous as Beethoven is, either. And there must be a reason for that. Even though I have to admit... the popularity of music does not usually tell about the quality nowadays. It's easy to create a four chord song with dirty lyrics about "love". I wouldnt call this.. "thing" as music anyway. But I still love playing, composing, listening, anything.
I love music.
But what controls the most and defines everything... is money. If you are rich, you are not allowed to whine. If you are poor, you should start working. I happen to be rich/poor. Rich as the country I live in, is still rather rich and not part of third world countries, rich as my family is, and so on. Poor as personally, I have no money. I wouldnt like to be inside its cold grasp, but I still am. Money controls us. Later on, I will tell more about that, when the time is right.
I hate money.
I just realized that typing like this, with great spaces, makes the text look very... wannabe cool. Artsy and stupid. Too bad I noticed it too late. Live with it
Man, now I gotta be honest with you, I have no idea what is this song about. Well, I know how The Piper at the Gates of Dawn album works - if you dont understand something about the song, just blame the crazy acidhead. His lyrics are childish and simply stupid, maybe even artsy? I'ts obvious that someone on sweet trip couldn't write anything sensible anyway?
I hate the fact you can't listen to the album without noticing the drugs part. You laugh and say "oh they must have had so much good time while composing it!" because it is true. Still, majority of listeners seem to forget the deeper meaning, it's not all about getting high and staying there, or some cool background music to smoking pot. It's so much more about mind. Explore it, find it, hide it, clean it, ruin it. Both drugs and music help with that, they work with your mind and change it. In many ways. I found it rather interesting, even to the point it became way too interesting. They, however, keep me balanced. Money plays its own part, too.
Drugs, music and money. Key to victory
I also hate the fact drugs define you as a person. I havent met anyone who has had nothing to say after they find about my use. It's always the same mantra about how to quit and what to do and why to do and why is it bad and why is it wrong and other shit like that. Well tell you what, we arent that screwed up, dumb, homeless losers who have ruined their life shooting heroin 24/7. No one does that anyway, it's physically impossible. At least I would overdose pretty fast, dont know about the hardcore users. But my point was, that not everyone somewhere here is about to die. Most arent. Forget about the cliches, I'm fed up with people telling shit like that. So here comes another mantra. I dont need help, since there are no problems, and quitting is not an option, since there is no will to do that. This speech was inspired by what she said to me.
I love drugs.
Music defines you as a person. If you listen to rock, people want you to act like a badass. If you're into pop, you're either gay or cool, depending on who says. And if you dont listen to music at all, in my eyes you are nothing. Being a musician is even better. There is always someone to hate you and your music. Your lyrics and melodies are crap and stupid, lame shit. Nothing compared to Beethoven or other geniuses. But is that a surprise? You're not as famous as Beethoven is, either. And there must be a reason for that. Even though I have to admit... the popularity of music does not usually tell about the quality nowadays. It's easy to create a four chord song with dirty lyrics about "love". I wouldnt call this.. "thing" as music anyway. But I still love playing, composing, listening, anything.
I love music.
But what controls the most and defines everything... is money. If you are rich, you are not allowed to whine. If you are poor, you should start working. I happen to be rich/poor. Rich as the country I live in, is still rather rich and not part of third world countries, rich as my family is, and so on. Poor as personally, I have no money. I wouldnt like to be inside its cold grasp, but I still am. Money controls us. Later on, I will tell more about that, when the time is right.
I hate money.
I just realized that typing like this, with great spaces, makes the text look very... wannabe cool. Artsy and stupid. Too bad I noticed it too late. Live with it
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Flaming
Alone in the clouds all blue
Lying on an eiderdown
Yippee! You can't see me
But I can you
I could spend all days in bed, wondering the world and not leaving the house. I honestly have no reasons to go out. Sure, it is a funny sunny day but I have seen many enough to remember them clearly now.
Lazing in the foggy dew
Sitting on a unicorn
No fear, you can't hear me
But I can you
If it just was summer... I could go out, have fun time with friends, drop acid, relax and stay up whole night, imagine new things and explore my mind once more.
Watching buttercups cup the light
Sleeping on a dandelion
Too much, I won't touch youBut then I might
But I dont have summer, friends, acid, relaxing nights, imagination or mind!
Screaming through the starlit sky
Travelling by telephone
Hey ho, here we go
Ever so high
While typing this, I'm actually not high. Just drugged and messed up, by three different medical drugs + smack, which obviously doesnt count. This probably explains the state of these thoughts. It's another reason why I dont wanna go out, I look even worse than usually and feel like throwing up, sick overall. You should see me! Of course you cant... but I can you.
Alone in the clouds all blue
Lying on an eiderdown
Yippee! You can't see me
But I can you
Lying on an eiderdown
Yippee! You can't see me
But I can you
I could spend all days in bed, wondering the world and not leaving the house. I honestly have no reasons to go out. Sure, it is a funny sunny day but I have seen many enough to remember them clearly now.
Lazing in the foggy dew
Sitting on a unicorn
No fear, you can't hear me
But I can you
If it just was summer... I could go out, have fun time with friends, drop acid, relax and stay up whole night, imagine new things and explore my mind once more.
Watching buttercups cup the light
Sleeping on a dandelion
Too much, I won't touch youBut then I might
But I dont have summer, friends, acid, relaxing nights, imagination or mind!
Screaming through the starlit sky
Travelling by telephone
Hey ho, here we go
Ever so high
While typing this, I'm actually not high. Just drugged and messed up, by three different medical drugs + smack, which obviously doesnt count. This probably explains the state of these thoughts. It's another reason why I dont wanna go out, I look even worse than usually and feel like throwing up, sick overall. You should see me! Of course you cant... but I can you.
Alone in the clouds all blue
Lying on an eiderdown
Yippee! You can't see me
But I can you
Monday, January 9, 2012
Matilda Mother
There was a king who ruled the land
His majesty was in command
With silver eyes the scarlet eagle
Showers silver on the people
Oh Mother, tell me more
Why'd'ya have to leave me there?!
Hanging in my infant air
Waiting?
You only have to read the lines, they're scribbly black and everything shines!
If I ever have children I will never leave them.
I wont be like you
Thanks Mom and Dad
You made me a better person than what you are
Higher once upon a time
Wandering and dreaming
The words have different meaning
Yes they did
His majesty was in command
With silver eyes the scarlet eagle
Showers silver on the people
Oh Mother, tell me more
Why'd'ya have to leave me there?!
Hanging in my infant air
Waiting?
You only have to read the lines, they're scribbly black and everything shines!
If I ever have children I will never leave them.
I wont be like you
Thanks Mom and Dad
You made me a better person than what you are
Higher once upon a time
Wandering and dreaming
The words have different meaning
Yes they did
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Lucifer Sam
You're the left side
He's the right side.
Oh, no!
That cat's something I can't explain!
Maybe I should clear things up a little bit. Who I am and why does this blog exist?
Answer to the first question:
I'm Syd
Answer to the second question:
I created it out of curiosity, also just to see how it works. And who knows, maybe the thoughts of my racing mind become popular? Probably not, but lets think about this as a diary. No one is supposed to see that, either? So popular or not, I cannot lose.
While typing this I'm being greatly disturbed by Matthew, and therefore (also because the title compels me to write something about cats) I thought I could talk about him.
Cats are nice, yes? Especially when they are sleeping on your face. Matthew does that. He is small, though. One of the smallest cats I have ever seen, if you don't count kittens. And he is white, sometimes I think he was meant to be a pillow but nature was doing its tricks again.
Matt is one of my best friends and he is very social. Sometimes it is hard to tell what he is trying to say but I usually figure it out. Ours minds are similar. We used to go walk together but others said that it is weird and Matt didn't care about the attention he got by random strangers but usually ran away. Silly cat, he is sometimes illogical
At the moment he is the one asking for attention, now. Maybe I could spend some time playing with him. He was gone for a few months, and no one else but himself knows where he was. So I missed him a lot, especially when I had lost hope that he would come back from those adventures. But now he is back and wants to eat my fingers
~~~~~~~~Friendship is magic~~~~~~~~
He's the right side.
Oh, no!
That cat's something I can't explain!
Maybe I should clear things up a little bit. Who I am and why does this blog exist?
Answer to the first question:
I'm Syd
Answer to the second question:
I created it out of curiosity, also just to see how it works. And who knows, maybe the thoughts of my racing mind become popular? Probably not, but lets think about this as a diary. No one is supposed to see that, either? So popular or not, I cannot lose.
While typing this I'm being greatly disturbed by Matthew, and therefore (also because the title compels me to write something about cats) I thought I could talk about him.
Cats are nice, yes? Especially when they are sleeping on your face. Matthew does that. He is small, though. One of the smallest cats I have ever seen, if you don't count kittens. And he is white, sometimes I think he was meant to be a pillow but nature was doing its tricks again.
Matt is one of my best friends and he is very social. Sometimes it is hard to tell what he is trying to say but I usually figure it out. Ours minds are similar. We used to go walk together but others said that it is weird and Matt didn't care about the attention he got by random strangers but usually ran away. Silly cat, he is sometimes illogical
At the moment he is the one asking for attention, now. Maybe I could spend some time playing with him. He was gone for a few months, and no one else but himself knows where he was. So I missed him a lot, especially when I had lost hope that he would come back from those adventures. But now he is back and wants to eat my fingers
~~~~~~~~Friendship is magic~~~~~~~~
Friday, January 6, 2012
Astronomy Domine
Blinding signs flap flicker flicker flicker blam pow pow stairway scare Dan Dare who's there...
So who is it? Your lovely old fellow Syd is here to tell you a story in the spirit of good old nature of junkie experiments as a curious soul he is, returning the time machine back to the place I was before. A lot of nostalgia shall be seen and a lot of pain will be heard as someone is trying to understand the real meaning of a person losing his mind to the others who deserve it more
The one who joins on the same level of army of brain cells is perfectly welcomed!
Lime and limpid green the sounds surrounds the icy waters underground
Lime and limpid green the sounds surrounds the icy waters underground
So who is it? Your lovely old fellow Syd is here to tell you a story in the spirit of good old nature of junkie experiments as a curious soul he is, returning the time machine back to the place I was before. A lot of nostalgia shall be seen and a lot of pain will be heard as someone is trying to understand the real meaning of a person losing his mind to the others who deserve it more
The one who joins on the same level of army of brain cells is perfectly welcomed!
Lime and limpid green the sounds surrounds the icy waters underground
Lime and limpid green the sounds surrounds the icy waters underground
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