July 2011
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Feeling lost?
2011 seems to be the year of my quarter life crisis… How long can one go on being a creative urchin with not a penny to your name? How long can one keep a sane head space when there is no routine or consistency whatsoever? How do you apply your skills to something may benefit your future when your skills are mainly airy-fairy creative bollocks?
I need to search my soul but it’s too...
June 2011
11 posts
Battle Lines- The new Voodoo Hussy song which will...
Verse
Watch the penny drop
You again forget me
I know I’m not the first thing on your mind (and that’s fine)
Throw down your arms
At least be honest
Let me see I’ve wasted all this time (on you)
Chorus
If this is love, if this is love,
If this is love, if this is love, I’ve had enough
This battle’s done, this war is won
If this is love, lay down your gun,...
The early lyrics of a new Voodoo Hussy song
Tolerances of the Human Face
I could beat my heart right out of my chest,
You can have my love and desecrate the rest
For these open hands are clutching at straws
And this open wound absorbs the salt
Chorus
This silent cry
Lock the door, don my public face
For I have become intolerably tolerant
And I’m not sure what to do with this
Throw out the rest
I could hope to hell this...
The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters
”TSORPM” is a song we wrote in 2008…
I was lyrically inspired by a lecture I attended at University (Ba/Bsc in Anthropology at Goldsmiths dahhhhling) on the painting ”El sueno de la razon produce monstruos” by Francisco Goyet.
I don’t know quite what the fuck that painting has to do with Anthropology but I am that man, and sometimes I can feel those owls and...
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Copyright Your Person... And Save the Rest for...
What’s a little loss to me?
What’s a quicker death to me?
I’ve been dying since the wall came down
I don’t want to hear you out
I don’t want to make a sound
A noisy exit seems so obvious.
Listen close and something stirs
I will never speak a word
The carefree murder of a hollow soul
Not the sum of what you see
None of this means shit to me
A quiet spirit in...
Don’t judge me from above,
The years you have on me are meaningless,
You’ve no idea where I’ve been,
No idea what I’ve done
And no idea who I’ve been,
My old friends wouldn’t even recognise me,
My family have disowned me,
I am a sleepwalking pariah,
And as the years fly by,
I move further away from that person I thought I was,
And have had to meet and...
As soon as I find the CD, I’ll put up some...
Ok, another blast from the past…also 2009....
As we in Voodoo Hussy move onto the next stage of...
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One of the tracks we had to do for the Lucozade...
March 2011
1 post
Rough demo of ”Be Still My Beating...
January 2011
2 posts
I miss you and I don’t even know who you are…
Notes for new VH chorus... (no paper handy that's...
Forgotten child, favourite son,
Say I’m not the only one,
I am not the only one
Fed through this, vast machine.
Keep my name for all to see,
Singing don’t forget me please
Don’t forget me
December 2010
1 post
Please believe me, this isn’t all bad
There were only so many days we could mean those words
And so many nights to lay tangled in eachothers stories
We went above and beyond the call of duty to save this
But alas, saved it was not to be
Please don’t weep, this wasn’t meaningless
Just ill-timed and ultimately not to be
On this coldest of nights, I sit and wave you off from...
October 2010
1 post
From Me... Forever
Time drags on and my heart turns more towards you,
As if every second of our brief time is etched,
Indelibly upon my bones,
That moment of goodbye was easier,
Than the realisation to follow of what that meant,
You, me, here, forever,
You, me ,ne’er together,
It is better to have loved and lost than never loved at all?
I now live a lifetime of loss for that love,
For while you rest...
September 2010
2 posts
Another leaked VH unproduced rough demo…...
Keep It For Yourself- Voodoo Hussy rough demo...
April 2010
1 post
don’t…
February 2010
18 posts
Refuge
This is the place where the madness goes careering
Across cliff tops and endless moors, the wind is hard
vociferous and looking. Constant searching.
We’ll be safe enough here till dawn rears it’s ugly head,
Neither him nor her can touch us, safety,
This is the maiden’s virgin bed.
I won’t judge you, I will listen,
Carefully to your every tale of misery and disillusionment
Remember this?...
The End of The World Party
Have sex. Make art. Do drugs Dance.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
I don’t feel fine. I feel sick. Neurotic.
Horned beasts dance around the reaching flames.
The entire world is on fire. We burn into
Ashes. If this ship is going down,
I cling fast to the bow, and you’re all coming
With me. The beautiful meeting of fire and water.
A doomed tribes daughter. Let’s waste it.
The...
Night Terrors
Observe this silence, this mark of respect. A moment in time
Dangling on a shoestring. We will show you finality.
We hadn’t the time to know time. The seconds push on,
the daylight wanes. The witching hour feeds the ravenous
Night terrors.
None of this makes any sense. This dream land a trusted friend
And an achingly hollow reminder of all we have lost.
All that we will never regain. ...
Funeral Arrangements
This is the end,
The living exist somewhere between the Idea and the death
All you’ll get for your troubles is a floral bouquet
And a eulogy from a person who scarcely knew you
You will be summed up so simply
And everything they say will be
So far from the truth
Good game, well played
Cheap wine
Little sausage rolls on plates
They will talk about what a good person you were,
And...
This City
It is absurd, this is grotesque,
Clouds hover swollen over a rapidly decaying skyline,
They are crying for us,
For this sorry parody of progress,
For this endless agony of enduring something
Just out of reach
What’s wrong baby?
Are you drowning in this tepid excuse for an existence?
Join me, I’ve carved my own niche here.
It’s so quiet round here nowadays,
The silence...
Love Letter
I can hardly read this letter,
So much pen has washed away,
And there are stains,
Of happier times and better days,
Times when, with precision,
You put pen to paper, with ink
And scratched out these characters
That seem to read I Love You,
But I hardly think it matters anymore,
For you could have written what you liked,
And you loved me a damn sight,
More than you do now…. at...
Tact
Tact never has been
My strong point. I love you,
Yeah, me too.
Do you think anybody knows
What’s going on between us? There is
Nothing to know, there is nothing going on.
Do I look ok?
You’ve looked slimmer,
Smelt better,
That dress does nothing for your figure.
Baby, I do think the world of you; but tact
Never has been my strong point.
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In The Night, I Love You by Juliette Kurtz
At this hour, this has such meaning…
Every gesture, a life-changing embrace.
Every word, a momentous statement for the ages
(this could be worth documenting)
I am hooked on every change of expression,
I am slave to your most subtle of touches.
These bed sheets must be made of the finest silk,
Your perfume concocted by the Gods themselves.
I, you, me, twilight, perfection (this is our...
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The Death of the Freedom Fighter by Juliette Kurtz
You are what you are because I say you are
And that is all you will ever be.
The revolutionaries are dead, banners lay in tatters;
The dream is dead and those who died, died in vain.
Tombs echo, hollow, empty with shattered hopes and dreams,
They died so that you might live to take total advantage of your freedom.
You are not a fighter
Your idea of utopia is foolish
You are living a...
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Darken My Tundra by
I feel no need to follow form, To explain this.. How do I explain, that certain understanding that remains, Though it been years now, From the first to the last, I fell back from that first hit, With pastel colours for eyes, And her face swam before me briefly, And she smiled..yes, she smiled, Rushing past cities made of mathemetical codes, Gotta reach the emerald zone before my mind...
The Bough, The Rock
How long now till the bough breaks? Carrying this heavy soul is like hauling bricks through rushing rapids. How long till I am found out? It’s becoming pantently more obvious I haven’t a leg to stand on, But yet you move with me, What in this sorry excuse for a person do you connect with? The good in you is endless, And I should be made buoyant by your positivity for our future, But it...
Hazmat
I’ve been waiting here, Where the raindrops beat their ceaseless tattoo To the ancestors of ages and the cyanide devouring fascists Who never saw it coming Tread lightly here, for this is not dream land My brow is heavy with anticipatory dread, The sweat of a thousand years of toil and heartache, Clutched straw for every lost soul, I keep each close, and their failure becomes my achievement,...
It’s a strange concept to think that you
Are somewhere else,
Making memories with somebody unknown to me,
While the times that we had, become, for the two of us,
Part of that intricate and vast pattern of what makes us who we are,
Important, but forgotten in the grand scheme of things.
That song about bones is still hard to take in
I bet skate punk is a killer over West
I will never...
Sex
What is sex, without a modicum of stress? Random fumblings in the dark, fingers caught on bra straps, Sweaty palms sliding over faded denim, Nail scratch, neck bite, talk much, play rough, What am I doing here? Why are you doing that? I’m embarrassed by my human need for human touch, And my discomfort reflects in my slowing pace, Rhythmic motions, I barely know you, Don’t tell me your...
Conflict Resolution
If this is meant to be, (I’m sorry, goodbyes were never my strong point)) If this is where the endless road reaches the sea (I’m sorry, I never was much good at swimming) If this is where the deadened leaves fall from the blackened trees (I’m sorry, I never meant to kill it) If this is where the heart ceases to beat (I’m sorry, the concept was arresting) If this is where...
“Slavoj Zizek: In sexuality, its never only me and my partner, or
more...”
“All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to...”
“Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity…”
January 2010
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