Ididn'tgo.

Don't call them truth tellers
when they sell lies to the wide-eyed.

All i want to do is tell the world who i am
and everyday situations change who i am.

The timid and the proud got together
creating a man who's walking on the wrong side of a fine line.



Still,
they have me walking all the same-
charging through mistakes like a freight train.

lit-dim

we're pretty
when lit-dim
and I'm no more me
as they are them
every man in the room
bending heavy
and dignity is overrated
two rooms away
the floors light-up
but we see the light bulbs
and the colours
are from the seventies
in the films it was such a good idea
here it's figuring out the magic trick
when i was the kid i was the only one who noticed it
and now things have changed,
but mainly the shirts and drinks
he she he she he he he he she he
got together, and decided to create
i wasn't invited, and i came anyway
and decided to call them all fake.
Truth is I'm no more me
as they, dude,
we're just a few
shots from the blues
trying hard to impress the chosen few
who are no more them
as you are you.
but that's the idea, right?
since fifteen you've stalked me
like a boo i look over and think
i didn't see you now look like
you didn't look at me seeing you
or, i don't know, it always leaves me confused
how the most simple make my head spin.
the explanation is never that easy, you see,
I haven't always been me
and i assume you haven't always
been what I now see.
I'm still the same
I just changed with the times.
And if i want to keep up
and begin to enjoy myself
it looks like I'll have to do it again.
Because believe it or not,
sometimes dancing is more fun alone.

Lions den.

When overselling good jokes
more laughs come off-from your cuff.
Every week it's the same stuff
It's always too soon for sweet steve
a "first time", "new stuff"
It always changes, and is always the same,
like time, depending on the performer
five minutes can last forever
a lot of jokes about madeline mccain
a lot of legends names have been spoken
in vein, rape, racism- it's all fair game
to stand out in a quest for fame

"check my profile pic- I held a microphone
because otherwise the people at the back
wouldn't of been able to hear what i say,
see, i talked with wit and they listened AND laughed"
For many this proof in a profile picture is enough.

I pay the four pounds
in the hope that one day
I'll be worth a lot more:
In this room right now
there are a few superstars
restlessly, reluctantly
waiting in line for others stars to align

When we'll look with anxious hope
that our name comes out a golden envelope
instead of a worn-out jesters hat
coming in late, because you just came from another gig
going on. killing it, then leaving right after you finish.
(oooooh that's smooth)
When your heroes have heard of you
and misguided comics try to be you
feel like telling them what they should know:
Humour comes from uncovering honesty
it always inspires me
when i see a comedian
who's more themselves than i am me

When I've trained to the point it's like i never trained at all
and i move too quick for stubborn women to act cool
doing the same thing, but not seeing any weak acts
and doing longer sets, being paid, and feeling dishonest
when doing old jokes about not having enough sex
"hey, remember when we paid to do five minutes"
in five years we'll be in every glossy-mags top ten best list
maybe when i reach that point i'll consider taking a rest
until then, you can find me at the lions den.

humour helps.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEv4SslAo-w

lightbolted thunderfeet.

she only comes in your life once

has a tendency to leave jaws on floors

and swing open your mind like saloon doors

got that, thing about her, that after meeting

you can't stop thinking about her

she carried figure eights in whatever she wore

and all the dudes kept a score, knew it too

hard to get but you couldn't complain

when she replied to the stares with a smile

in countless notebooks and blog-posts i tell her

If i could take a while,

and become the tide that strokes your legs

the wet sand nestled in between your toes

enter your mind like the finest prose

or talk on the other side of your phone

i'd be the happiest soul you could know

I'll maybe figure out how she got me alone

then she says "I, liked what you wrote

but forget what you thought,

you think too big, for now lets just talk"

so we smoke and we drink

and we talk and we think

and we laugh on the brink

when we touch we go deep

and it keeps us from sleep

and did so for weeks

and weeks turned to months

and the love didn't last

but i am thankful for what was

because I met a once in a lifetime girl

and though now cold, i know the difference

between a thunderbolt and a street-light

I wont accept any relationship less,

i live for the storm, it's why i run in the night.

my thunderbolt will come

my thunderbolt will come

light-footed i run

light-footed i run

if the light i never see

at least the dark saw the best of me

at least the darkness saw the best of me

the money is all, the love is a plus

the food is great, and attention is a must

i don't work when tired, i've tried

but i've never been tired of the work

if anything it awakens my inner voice

and adds weight to my inner worth

you're not alive until you find your purpose

and you could end this right there

there's not much else i could say

you've got to seize the day, every day

perfect your craft until your work is considered art

it's what makes my heart beat strong

my palms warm, my mind sharp

and my skin kevlar-hard

if you've seen it all before you've seen too much

it turns out you're using your habitat as a crutch

you've got to be willing to take a couple of blows

if you want to be touched

because life gets tough after love leaves you soft
If you want to be ready for the looming thunderbolt

learn to make winter coat from your dog-eared cloth

and you'll be warm enough come next years frost

my thunderbolt will come

my thunder bolt will come

Light-footed I run

Light-footed I run

if that light i never see

at least the dark saw the best of me

the darkness got the best of me

Whether a girl or a career

i often feel lost in the dark

and when most vulnerable

i can be lured by the pass of a blunt

or to mimic someone else's spark

or put my effort into providing a girls wants

but honestly i know my thunderbolt will come

it will shake me, enlighten me

and i guarantee i'll become the sight to see

and god forbid, if it doesn't, honestly

there's nothing else i'd rather be doing

i don't know what to tell her

it's not so much the thunderbolt i live for

but the better me i know i can be,

and will keep up the chase till my legs give way.

never will, fingers crossed.

still, fearless,
never will
never was
fingers crossed
i harvest all
held hearts
hold out for
cheap thrills
still, fearless
never will
never was
because
i always
recognise the cost
but protected with fists
higher than the shoulder
the day I don't fear death
is the day I'll fear life.
probably, then again,
I (humbly) confess,
I've never been fearless.

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