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I'm Never Gonna

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King of Kalifornia

(Rowland S. Howard)

You must allow me my significance
You must allow me everything
I am the man who came
I am the hurricane
I'm gonna bring the rain
I'm gonna bring the rain
And so the bells began to ring
Give me everything
And let it swing
I am the King of Kalifornia

You must allow me my significance
You must allow my seventh sense
I'm never gonna die again
I am the spreading stain
I'm gonna bring the rain
I'm gonna bring the rain
And so the bells began to ring
Give me everything
And let it swing
I am the King of Kalifornia
Give me everything And let it swing
I am the King of Kalifornia



Shamed

(Rowland S. Howard)

Hold me close
Pin me down
Split my lips
As I lay on the ground

There she stands
By the wall
Struck by the sun
Keeping her shadow tall
And I swore
That I could not see
What she saw
In a boy like me
Hold me close
Spin me round
Spill my soul
On the cold ground
And I swore
That I could not see
What she saw
in a boy like me
And I'm shamed
That it should be
Where she stood
Was a boy just like me

I love you baby
I don't love you at all
Like the back of my hand
I never knew you at all
And you'll always walk tall
Did I hear you call?
Did I hear you call?
Did I hear you call?



Black Milk

(Rowland S. Howard)

Dream me on down
Dream me on in
To a dark gravity

This is no story
To be spun or told
it's just a sign
To a girl shaped hole

One eye is Saturn, one is Mars
A halo storms around her head
A voice so soft it smashes stars
(The pieces rain upon my bed)
I see, I feel, I hear a crown
Of hair so dark it swallows suns
And still I feel as if I've swallowed silk
Or fallen in black milk

This is the sound
That you know
When the lightening
rod blows

Dream me on down
Dream me on in
To the shimmer and spin

Plot me a course
By Pluto and Mars
To a vanishing point
Between her and the stars



Hyperspace

(Rowland S. Howard)

Candle constellations
Talking electricity
An avalanche of stars
Falls on me

Our kiss goes supernova
A black holes embrace
A honey-ink-well-drowning-pool
Split the atoms of our trace

Oh yeah
This is no sad song

I swam a slow ocean
Rode a thick river
Kept company
That made my mother shiver
I drove a roller coaster
On a fall from grace
I walked a bad walk
On a bad stair case

Oh yeah
This is no sad song
Here comes the rush of
sugar splinters
The hiss and spit of dying cinders
Here comes the crush of
sugar splinters
Bringing all the cold of winter

I stood in the sky
With my sister Hurricane
100 tons of night
Ceased to exist when she came

Welcome the kiss of sugar splinters
The sting of frozen candied kisses
Here comes the crush of sugar splinters
Formaldehyde's milky way lingers
1,000,000 sugar coated fingers
I know you
You killed my sister
And a pain of panoramic proportions came!
With my sister Hurricane



So The Story Goes

(Rowland S. Howard)

The story goes you know every detail
Everybody knows the books that I'm in
The story goes I've been self-destructive
Everybody knows that I'm steeped in sin
Everybody knows I've got no sense of humour
I'm too morose and too damn peculiar
And the weakness shows...

The story goes that I'd give up gladly
The story goes this is a deadman's prose
Everybody knows that I've fucked up badly
I'm just hanging on by the length of my nose
Everybody knows I've only got one song
And it's much too slow and it's much too long
And this is how it goes

Everybody knows this is some kinda diary
The story goes in some unsecret code
It's always later rather than sooner
I'm always there when the punch line explodes
The story goes I've got the world by the horns
And all this from a well-dressed fawn
And there's something gone wrong



All The Moneys Gone

(Rowland S. Howard)

I could not tell her
I had nothing left
But those milk tooth pearls
And that childs breath

The velvets and silks
Have all gone amiss
They soon walked on by
With one gentle kiss
We cease to exist

Now stronger than rain
We stole from above
Further downwards
Push and shove
All the money's gone
She said she said
And it's gone from the house
And the bed
All the moneys gone

Beholden to her
The kiss and the kick
All hole in the zero
And razor blade nicks
For the self hypnotist
We cease to exist
She raised her eyelids...



Crowned

(Rowland S. Howard)

I was strictly insomnimaniacal
Rose above sleep like something flammable
Vapour trails from the whites of my eyes
It's a long slow fall for the hypnotized

Lock me into a falling groove
'Cos there's not another soul who even moves me
Winter's razor at the base of my spine
I don't mind being divinely aligned

I've been crowned by sorrow
I've been crowned by hate
I've been crowned by thorns
I did not create
I've been crowned
I've been crowned

Sawn-off scatter-gun rhythm licked in
To the base of my brain with a hundred million
Switch blade sugar coated spines
Kiss me to a strange design
This suit of mine no longer fits
The style and the grace just got up and quit
So hold me unto this Holy Sacrament
That holds me in shape and in the present tense

I've been crowned by sorrow
I've been crowned by hate
I've been crowned in black
Now I abdicate
I've been crowned
I've been crowned

I worshipped by the shrine of sleep
No miracle came to grant me peace
Day in, day out, while unawares
I died a while as my eyes just stared
Through the vapourous veil of my shotgun bride
I can hear her talking in a voice just like mine
And listen
Don't you know I've tried
To quit this insomnicide.

I've been crowned by sorrow
I've been crowned by hate
I've been crowned by thorns
I did not create
Welcome the Hypnotist
Banish the Anaesthetist
Bring me the head of Morpheus

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