Winter morning


The ice monsters have come to visit me in my sleep
They cuddle with me under my bed covers
No, they hog the bed and push me out
The wooden floorboards creak under my feet
I wrap a wool scarf around my neck

As I push the door open
The breeze rushes in to greet me
While the ice monsters dance at my feet
Stillness and quiet still wrap everyone in their blankets
White mist leaves my mouth at every breath

The ground is damp
Sprinkled with flakes of snow
I look down at my feet
To see the ground washed with the colors of the morning
The clouds in the sky are splashed with blue and gold

I look up staring for as long as I can remember
Walking down the never ending path
Splashed with the colors of the sky
Wondering who else
Whether in this small town
Or across the world
Was looking at the same sky, with me

Slave to the Land.


from China cultural

Born a slave to the land,
will the lord lend a hand?

Born of a long line,
that knows how to kill.
He tells you you’re fine,
go and plow that there hill!

He just plays and he sings
and you think he has wings?
Can afford his own mirth,
by the right of his birth!

That’s just the way o’ things,
’cause we weren’t born Kings!
Us, slaves to this land,
who’ll give us a hand?

Working Class Hero



As soon as you’re born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool
Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you’re so clever and class less and free
But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There’s room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me