THE DEVILS SKIRT
V1
One day I’ll be old news alone and broke singing old blues
I’m out of shape I’m stuck in the dirt
I’m smelling the piss from ‘neath the Devils skirt.

CX2
So now I’ll live I’ll take the joke
I’ll have some fun before I choke

V2
Start your life you fucking joke
Reduce the booze and quit the coke
Know your friends and save your tax
On your kids don’t use an axe

CX2

But I’m fucking doped
I’m stuck in the shit
I smell the piss from an evil bitch

CX2

Before I choke
Before I choke
Before I…

© Blue Gillespie 2008

BLUE GILLESPIE
V1
Blue Gillespie learn my name
Please Gillespie you’ve shed some soul again
When you lose me Blue Gillespie
You make a history a tale of shame

C
Strain your eyes to penetrate this haze
The only way to solve this twisted maze
The only way to earn your fleeting days
Gillespie

V2
Please Gillespie know my name
Blue Gillespie you’ve shit some soul again
When you use me Blue Gillespie
We make a history a tale of pain

C

V3
Companions whom within this wisdom lies
Don’t mean too much when brain and body dies
Only souls of truth will rise to touch the skies
With blackened eyes…

© Blue Gillespie 2008

SHITPOOL
V1
Back in the Shitpool the black verbiage oil
Swimming in vomit from threat crusted toil
Tilling the soil that will not produce
The flower of reason as I’m wearing a noose
Back in the puddle I used to call home
Sniffing for scraps as I’m braking my bones
Killing the man I thought could be
Crucifying maturity

C
I’m crying again
I am stinking with shame
I fight for renewal
I am fighting in vain

V2
Mothers keep dying for the love of my road
Nothing is sacred and nothing’s foretold
The only bright future lies beyond the wall
I’m crawling from constance I’m cracking the mould
Brothers keep crying with their fists to the glass
Beating on demons till they fall on their ass
Feeling for safety with their heads to the ground
Begging the ways to where their purpose is found
C, V1 , C

© Blue Gillespie 2008

BAM BAM
V1
Too many sexy women in the world
Too many sexy ladies that I would do
Like you and you your friend to and you

V2
Too many sexy women in the town
Too many pony women I would pound
Like you and you you too then you and you

CX3
Do bam bam you bam bam you bam you
You bam bam you bam I’d do one like you

V3
Too many sexy women in this room
Too many way too many too fucking soon
Like you and you you too then you and you

Too many sexy women
I’m losing my mind
If I can’t stop my head from turning
I’m gonna break my fucking spine

CX3
Bam…

© Blue Gillespie 2008

DEATH LETTER BLUES
V1
I got a call to say my mamma was dying
I got a call to say my mamma was dying
I caught the first train home my head was frying

C1
When I got there folks had gathered around
When I got there folks had gathered around
Her eyes were set and her face was full of frowns

V2
She wasn’t dead but she was slowly dying
She wasn’t dead but she was slowly dying
I think of her can’t stop myself from crying

C2
I followed mamma to the burying ground
I followed mamma to the burying ground
I watched them put her in the fucking ground

V3
That was the last time I saw my mammas face X3

C3
I wish that I could take her fucking place X3
Ah…

© Blue Gillespie 2008

THE OBLIVIOUS
V1
Have you thought beyond the lie that all is real till the day you die?
That what we’re told is all there is and nothing is said in silences?
Have you stopped to think? Gasped in your stink?
Have you seen the link to nothing’s brink?
V2
Soak me in your ignorance I’m jealous of your flaws
I’d be happy like you if I didn’t open doors
To sincerity to awaken me
To really see just what could be
C
Teach me oblivion
Please show me how to come
Show me oblivion
Give me a loaded gun
V3
Tell me all the secrets to how you live so bland
Quenching curiosity your head deep in the sand
Tell it plain to me to enable me
Throw away the key to my philanthropy
C
M8
Babies left on filthy streets
Hit by grime in violent beats
Boarded up in an empty home
Nowhere soft to sleep no telephone to call for help
C

OUTRO
This just might happen to me
Trapped in this solitary
Fuckers have swallowed the key
To the man I could be
Fitting in filthy dark shame
Trying to ignore the pain
Searching for someone to blame
Waiting to die again
Losing the seeds I can sow
Losing the me that I know
Having no true place to go
Having no room to grow

© Blue Gillespie 2008

SEX AND PRIDE
Panning for wisdom at the waters edge

Hours of sleep then hours on edge

Can’t tell your mother where you been that day
Too scared to run to your brother and say

I found some knowledge that you kept from me

Down at the river it came from the sea

I fished out wisdom that you tried to hide
Hiding me from all the sex and the pride

Can you say when it feels all wrong

Been trapped in your mind for far too long

Can you trust the voice inside
Screaming at you that your life’s a lie

Scream your name till you fly to fame

Tell those fuckers that you’re not the same

As every other man and woman you know,
Say my life, my mind, my show

Can you say when it feels all wrong
Trapped in your mind for far too long
Can you believe the voice inside
Screaming at you that life’s a lie

Can you trust in the rhythm of your heart
When it beats out of time as you play your part
Can you take what you’re told to be true
If it’s juxtaposition to you

(4x round)

It’s mine
It’s my mind
I know me
I trust me
I know
It’s my show

(2 x round)

Panning for wisdom at the waters edge
Too much sleep and hours on edge
Can’t tell your mother where you’ve been that day
Too scared to run to your brother and say

I found some knowledge that you kept from me
Down at the river it came from the sea
I fished out wisdom that you tried to hide
Keeping me from all that sex and pride

(2x round)

(It’s mine)
Can you say when it feels all wrong
(It’s my mind)
Trapped in your mind for far too long

(I know it’s my show)
Can you believe the voice inside
Screaming at you that life’s a lie

Can you trust in the rhythm of your heart
When it beats out of time as you play your part
Can you take what you’re told to be true
If it’s juxtaposition to you

(4x round)

It’s mine
It’s my mind
I know me
I trust me
I know
It’s my show

© Blue Gillespie 2009

MAKING SOUND
V1
Selling my time for shit
Not quite believing it
Scraping the barrel till
At last I lose the will to live

V2
Pain isn’t relative
Got no more me to give
Whaling for nothing and
The time I have left is lost

C
When I make this sound
With my sinews unwound
I find its meaning
My voice is now found

I will make sound

I will make poetry

I will be loud

And you

Won’t listen to me

V3
Fragile mind turns to rage
Locked in this rusting cage
Swinging at mirrors
To break only you
You break x2

C

M8
Throw me a rope
Fragility gropes
At all that slides away
Falling through fingers
And dusting the ground
All I can do
Is make a new sound

C

© Blue Gillespie 2009

THE SWAMP
Spoken

Sunk in the turgid mud
I keel and squat in foot long thrusts
Toward to only place I feel no shame
Or bitten by the buzzing stare that cuts
Across the surface of the stagnant swamp
Here three days no sun or rain
Breaks the mists that cling to my face
No will to speed up or despair to drown
Just constant ghosts in seas of brown
Just four thrusts away from my sacred place
My page is tugged with desperate will
And a scream pukes from my lungs

I wrench apart the vine and root
That keeps me from the comfort sound
Of falling rain and the warmth of steely sun

I find dismayed the tortured land
Of burning bone and seared flesh echoing
My former home, obliteration, of stubborn hope
Forgotten nothing save of savaged love
Of life depraved

I close my eyes and fall away
Back into the swamp to sleep, to dream, forget
To float back where I woke in the turgid muck again
To start my trudge again

Sung

No hope in jokes no hope for old rope
Keep me peeling to stop me revealing me filthy relieving and only deceiving me keep me from peeling me stop me revealing me relieving and only deceiving myself.

© Blue Gillespie 2009