She's so busy fighting off the shaming prudes,
There's nothing left.
They still blame her though, naturally, for having nothing.
People never change as long as there is no need to.
None they feel themselves.
None in themselves that they allow to breathe openly.
It's only when they are, 'not themselves',
Or in 'private' that the truth comes out of the closet.
That's when they crave her to be crucified in their stead,
Wishing they had the clarity of mind to be like her,
The freedom, and self-acceptance,
The conviction.

Secret
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z87Ni84F2ks

Red Blooded Woman
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBpAjXIqmv8&playnext=4&playnext_from=QL

Chocolate
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0eFPitLcnww&playnext=5&playnext_from=QL

I just like you.
I'm attracted to you.
I just have this silly idea that I can make you happy.

It's something I tend to forget.
Often I'm not feeling that.
I can't help but dream of you sometimes though,
While I'm awake,
I dream of a smiling face.
It's in your eyes.
They look happy.

Good God, Help me!

This loneliness.
It's pretty intense.
It seems that the more time I spend with people,
The stronger the sensation of alienation,
But that's just because of the vivid contrast,
Outside/inside, ouch.
We try though, to make a bridge.
It gets lost in the shuffle,
The paper shuffle,
The neurotic coping strategies.

It's a female.
She's older now.
Stinkier,
Awkwardness taking over.
Once a wonderful bimbo no one cared for.
Now a used up whore.
She likes the smell of her own sweat.
The choices she asks for when it's her turn to vote,
In the microcosm of the little artistic world,
Where a small helping to a hoping for an income comes in,
There is something,
And it won't go away.
It wasn't joking.
It's here to stay ranting on about nothing.

You're civilized, intellectual.
You think you are more moral.
I am put through a meat grinder daily,
Because you are shielded from having to watch.
It would be justified one way or another,
To keep you comfortable,
How they treat me,
And how you do too,
You and they are superior.
That's the justification and it's a lie,
To yourselves and mother nature.
You can only cheat her for so long and then, she goes mad.
You can't send her away to an asylum when she does.
You can't take care of her dog when she can't.
She's just an animal,
You think she's a criminal.

You taking this crap attitude toward Kylie that all 'intellectuals' take, well, it makes me cringe. I was enjoying watching the latest crappy ( technically speaking ) recordings of you in concert in Madrid and Tel Aviv, U N T I L I heard you mouth off about Kylie again, AGAIN! I appreciate your seriousness, it is your song Meat Is Murder that guilt tripped me into committing to being vegetarian and I adore you for that. I know you're right about that. I've done some research, quite a bit, on nutrition and I am convinced that humans are healthiest on a vegan diet. That's right, no cheese or eggs even. No animals, not even their tit milk, mildewed into cheese, or their unhatched offspring. Sometimes I give into temptation on these, but I no longer am tempted to eat any carcass that was once an animated sentient being with a nervous system.

Just because I like your seriousness about such causes, does not mean that Kylie Minogue should be put down though. Kylie in her way is also an activist in ways that are not as obvious as your anti-animal cruelty artwork. It feels like you are being cruel when you put Kylie down, inferring her to be a crashing bore in Tel Aviv...oy, I couldn't enjoy watching those clips of you after I heard you say that. I didn't like to look at photos of you either, after you said that about her, because I know that if you find her boring, then you sure don't understand her or me, and I can't help but feel you are hypocritical...James Dean is good and Kylie Minogue is bad? Please get off your pedestal, and make some kind of apology, or, continue on with this and, be, what seems to me, compartmentalized to a degree that makes you, just another crashing bore in the sense that I feel hated, through your hatred of Kylie.

I could still be civil with you, but I can't relax and enjoy you when you have this prejudice.

I know you likely won't understand this, because Kylie is likely just tits and ass to you. She is oh so much deeper than that to me. It's a primal logic to me, that she has been taking a stand for, despite how commercially successful and how mainstream.

I'm ready, to continue on being deemed a vain flake. By people like you. There are many, in the sense I refer to.

Guess who the music is.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RitHD001Dwg

Kylie Kylie Kylie, you just don't get her.
You just don't know what she means to many.
You make assumptions and have no time to be open.
You enjoy that boxing ring.
You're addicted.
The blinders on, limiting your moves.
Tough guy, not gay.
Gritty man, with real guts.
Kylie's are made of Gucci I suppose?
You're into causes.
Kylie's not a cause.
She's just a doll.
Unlike you.
You have meaning,
Kylie, well what meaning does a hot woman have?
She is always to be overlooked by you snobs.

What do you do when you find yourself liking her tune?
Walking through the supermarket feeling guilty about it?
Can't be caught liking Kylie oh no.
Taboo

Feeling Hated Makes Us Crazy

Skirting around the truth,
When it's only for addiction.
Not love.
Why does fake love count so much?
The real, it is perceived as ephemeral, weak, a dying breed.
Doomed to become only something that is to spontaneously occur.
Never to be trusted.
Is it love, or is it people,
That are unworthy of trust?
___________
You'll Never Get Away From You Alive

Get on the bus.
Forgetting is impossible though.
The scar of wasted time is real.
A psychological and social tattoo.
You leave me here and I paddle on.
You've left as I wanted you to.
No place for you in my dingy dinghy that is so frail.
You were violent and thrashed all and sundry.
Anyone you could get away with hurting.
We all bear the scars, whether we live or do not live.
What does your tattoo mean?
An eagle on your upper arm.
The way you were treated as a child.
Your good looks hide the significant tattoo.
They had me fooled, through and through,
I'm still baffled at how much a fool,
I was to think you were water and to think I would slake my thirst.

You were a poison that would never be recovered from.
You took my love and you took away the sun.
Go on with your charade.
You hate me all the more for it.
You know I know what you really are to me.
You hate your reflection in me.
You cannot escape that knowledge of yourself.
You can't face it, but you will.
You will hate whoever shows it to you.
You'll beat on them, like your father did you.
___________
No More Ephemeral Than A Wallet

Busy, body, a wallet my best friend.
Where is my demure lover, I don't need drugs.
A romance in the air, everywhere to me.
No one getting through, a humour clean and true,
Where are you my lover,
I am coming out to look for you.
You, who are made happy.
So easily.
____
My Best Friend

She took you away.
She killed you brutally.
I hope you knew I love you eternally.
Do you still suffer?
Are you at peace?
I can't think of you and keep a straight face.
I still can't believe she did what she did.
Horror movies are nothing.

So you're here.
Don't go.
Always, stay now.
Here for the first time,
Having reached me with clarity,
After so much of smashing into glass.
Glass that won't break.
My psychological hymen's been broken.
I'm pregnant,
With many.
A caterpillar for decades,
Self-medicating behind a wall of false judgements,
The wall has turned to dust and dispersed.
At least between you and I.
______________

Miss Cardboard

I've been seeing you like cardboard effigy.
Like Ken or a Barbie.
I've had to be a cardboard effigy to myself.
The only way I could cope,
Identifying with a bar of soap.
I had believed you hated me.
I looked up to you and so I hated me too.
Whether you hate me or not,
I know that I'd better be loveable.
I'd better love you.
______________

Unbridled

Go to the circus and get your fill.
Of those twisted up people trying to pay the bills.
Aren't you glad that you twist too?
You can identify with the pain in their eyes,
The relief that animates them when you share a pair.
That butterfly that has no shame about the urgency of life.
Gone are the hecklers, they are ghostly now.
Muted, faded, they're overpowered by an unstoppable momentum.
Here comes the judge.
The one the hecklers are afraid of.
______________

Take Back Innocence From Disrepute

Kylie Minogue, Geisha, Lover, Woman
Forgive her the nice ass, etc.
See through the envy to, a longing, a sense of incompletion.
Trials and tribulations to go through.
The unfair judgements that follow.
She sinks, she's innocent, she swims, she's guilty?
Remember? Those dark days of yesterday? Haha. Ohhh...
Not today?

Not HERE, anyway, not now, here.

Shake your ass Kylie and it doesn't devalue your love.
Allow your desire to be esthetically pleasing.
Breathe, indeed.
______________

Shometimes Shamarai :}
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nLyv1_ATme8