The Club

Lights strobing fast, lasers dance, music howls the discord of youth, we’re the outcasts and this was our haven. Sweat dripping from walls, drug deals in shady corners, even the police came in riot gear to visit out hell tech heaven.

In the middle I sat on a beer stained sofa, seeing through the haze of the latest buzz, self medication. It seemed we thrived on the trauma, heading God speed to our own eradication.

It felt like home, it felt like hell and brought you here to see the spectacular. I’d stunned you and lead you gently into my arms, for me this was normal, nothing peculiar.

Six am the lights go off and the music dies, I take you to the harsh daylight outside. Two wasted souls, holding each other up with our brains fried.

D March 2017

Halsey

I don’t usually reference other artists but this just sums up my feels for now;

“Gasoline”
Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me?
Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me?
Just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me?
Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?

Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me?
Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?
Do the people whisper ’bout you on the train like me?
Saying that you shouldn’t waste your pretty face like me?

And all the people say,

“You can’t wake up, this is not a dream,
You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being,
With your face all made up, living on a screen,
Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline.”

Oh, oh, oh, oh,
I think there’s a flaw in my code,
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
These voices won’t leave me alone,

Well my heart is gold, and my hands are cold,

Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me?
Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?
Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?
Pointing fingers cause you’ll never take the blame like me?

And all the people say,

“You can’t wake up, this is not a dream,
You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being,
With your face all made up, living on a screen,
Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.”

Oh, oh, oh, oh,
I think there’s a flaw in my code,
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
These voices won’t leave me alone,

Well my heart is gold, and my hands are cold.

(C) Halsey (YouTube Standard License)

Sonics

Were you my twin flame, my second half so many miles away. Continent’s split us but souls entwined and stayed.

Your voice echoed in my mind on electronic devices, hands rest cold in manic embraces.

Whispers of your scent scanned in binary, delivered to my claws and finery.

Delusions and demons force the construct, detonated, fall fast and destruct.

Ramblings of a mad man insaner by the hour … But I could of sworn for moment that you were my flower, my source of power.

Let your song sing on in my ears, be with me and erase my fears. My sonic illusion of peace and piety, you’ll be gone with my sobriety.

D March 2017

What an earth are you listening to …

… Says my wife as I sit with my headphones on nodding gently.

“Bad pop, yes it is uncool!”

Seriously I’m over forty now and can have the luxury of listening to what ever I like without having to stay in some cool clique. I’ll get back to Nine Inch Nails later, right now I need cheesey pop to cheer me up. Also I like Rainbow Dash as well, and so does my daughter and she thinks daddy’s cool.

I confess …

Peace

D