Thursday, February 05, 2009

Clarification

On some guy asserting
He does know shit

Yeah but I mean when you don't have a spoon and fork in your hand
And a napkin tucked under your chin
Or you aren't anxious and waiting to use your tongue
For some dude who ran out of toilet paper as a way to make a friend






Neils
12;21 pm
02/04/2009

Friday, January 16, 2009

Train schedules

Train schedules Conductors and Tickets
Or why nobody believes you're in the big league
If you don't bring your own balls

You guys are so pathetic
You guys are so small
You've done nothing with your lives
And in the end you'll have done nothing at all

You have no will to achieve
You have no drive to excel
You walk around in mundanity
And there is where you'll dwell

You see no greatness in the humble
You see no magic in the everyday
You hear no miracle in a bird's song
Or what a child might offhandedly say

You pride yourselves on shared put downs
And derisions decisions to demean
All of which is admittedly much much easier
Than to muster the courage it takes to dream

So cackle and laugh and dance and prance
And point and snicker and hide behind snide
But one day the conductor's gonna punch your ticket
The one you're countin on you think

Entitles you to a free ride



Neils
4:51 pm
01/16/2009
*
transcribed this time
8:18 pm
01/16/2009


N....again

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Hate

I'm not tricky about it
I'm not making you a fool
You do that all by yourself
You're your own best tool

I honestly hate you
Like that isn't a valid state
Beats all that victim dictum
That spews out of reprobates

I also love
I'm also kind
I can think for myself
And responsible for my own mind

I can be really savage
All out edgy rage
Is written all over my books
When I leaf though page to page

At least I'm not a whiney dog
At least I'm not a beast
Who steals his way into the tent
And thinks he's entitled at the feast

I like my brothers and family
I like me and mine
I like Bar B Que and Southern Music
That'll do me just fine

So

Don't be sayin I didn't tell ya
Don't be sayin you weren't warned
Don't be tryin anymore to set me up
Because I'm not in the least bit torn

If you survive or need my help
Or want my money guns or food
Because

I kinda actually hate you as a way of life
And not some come and go kind of mood





Neils
4:17 pm
11/22/2008
*
transcribed this time
5:25 pm
11/23/2008



N....again

Thursday, November 20, 2008

I miss Katie

I miss her intelligence
I miss her wild wonderful stories
About death and love and sex
And some part time glory

I miss her rants and raves
I miss her cutting through the crap
She didn't easily fall in line with a
Bunch of namby pamby wussy pap

Katie could dish it out
But man she had some stalkers
She didn't care she never was a
Fan of any empty brained talker

People would just freak out
When she'd tell'm to eat shit and die
She was all kinds of crazy heat with a beat
I like chicks who can make you laugh and cry

With their direct approach to the truth
I like hard corps rollin and bold
I'll always take the fire for effect kind
Over the tepid critics and their shoulders cold




Neils
6:18 pm
11/19/2008
*
transcribed this time
5:28 pm
11/20/2008


N....again

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Your tolerance

Your tolerance is amazing
Your moral equivalency is strong
How convenient being blind to the obvious
Makes you never wrong

How compassionate and understanding
How open minded and deep
Like the media isn't completely depraved
And rooting for abominations number one creep

Petty details distractions and deflections
The tools of trash talking squawking fools
Morons who don't even know what the game is
Oh but they sure do want to tell us the rules


Neils
9:31 am
04/02/2008

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Witness to the Cruelty

The dog is screaming
And the master just lets it go on
The dog is dying
But the master’s heart is gone

The dog is bleeding
While the master only looks down
The dog is crying pleading
But the master is a punk bitch clown

The master loves his image
He loves for his animal to have game
But he doesn’t have to have any
He doesn’t even have to use his brain

The dog is paying the full price
For the master not having any feelings
All the master loves is his adrenalin
Pumping and his senses reeling

The master gets all the credit
While the dog looks up into his eyes
But all he sees in his master
Are shallow self indulgent evil lies

****
****

The dog is bleeding bleeding
While the master only looks down
The dog is crying pleading
But the master is punk bitch clown

****
****

It ought to be the so called master
That gets his throat ripped out
Dog fighters are among the lowest of the low
And of that there is no doubt





Neils
6:36 pm
01/10/2008
*
transcribed this time
6:43 pm
01/10/2008



N.....again

Saturday, December 15, 2007

A mouthy little boy toy

You need a buttstroke to the face
You need a swift kick in the guts
You need a fist to the groin
You need your head shoved up your butt

You need your attitude adjusted
You're such a pathetic worthless wimp
You need a journey to the Middle East
You need to be sold to a Syrian pimp

What a gutless wonder
What a mouthy little boy toy
You deserve the fires of Hell
For your small self indulgent joy

You speak of young brave men
And know not of the roads they've walked
You're nothing but an empty shell
Who thinks they've said something

Because they opened their mouth and talked



Neils
6:22 pm
12/15/2007
*
transcribed this time
6:27 pm
12/15/2007



N....again

Monday, September 03, 2007

You try to give them a chance....Till you just have to punch their literary teeth out and break their pop corn back bones

You deserve a beat down

A blanket party and a
Foot locker to fall over
Mr rocket car driver and
The world is all flowers and clover

What a punked out bitch
You've turned out to be
Even if you were anything before
All you are now is a used to be

Quite your whining and crying
Neal Young ain't gonna be your friend
How does it feel to live in a world
Completely built around pretend

Cole Porter was in the French Foreign Legion
Jimi Hendrix was Airborne and didn't sing rap
You on the other hand seem to hope against hope
You can slip by with your sing songy soft pedaled crap

Wake up and quit bein the organ grinders monkey
Quit trying to placate the ship of fools request
Some where Some how in Some way you've forgotten
Where to go deep inside to step forth with your best

I bet you can't even name one guy who isn't a lame ass
Who isn't an over self involved hollowed imitation man
What are you gonna do take the so called slide ride
And then and only then on your last day and last breath

Try to do the best you can



Neils
10:48 pm
09/03/2007
*
transcribed this time
10:56 pm
09/03/2007



N......again

Monday, July 30, 2007

Bravo Bravo

You never stood up for nuthin

You never stood up for your nation
You never stood up for your race
You were born with a set of cotton balls
No guts and no desire to merge with grace

You were clever with your words
They never touched either blood or bone
When ever a brother ever needed another
You were always proud to stand alone

You believed in contrived connections
You taught nothing of substance or stone
You had all the faith of a false tale teller
For your sins of omissions you never atoned

Oh you were smart enough to give lip service
To look another seriously in the eye
To say that you finally understood your real teacher
Never told you or lived as an example a lie

But those were just conveniences
Something that slipped easily off the tongue
Like the skill you had long ago learned
Long ago when we were all strong and young

But you seemed to meet every test
With a side step a put off or a slide
But neither intellectual acumen or
Protected surroundings forever gets a free ride

Do you remember anything you’ve said
Do you remember any vows that you have taken
Do you remember any chances you’ve been given
Or have you just done your walk away fade

And left them all forsaken

Do you remember sitting on that porch
That wintry day at the Ave B cafe
Do you remember the words
Stand up for the truth

Or have you
Still got nuthin to say




Neils
7:37 pm
07/24/2007

Saturday, July 21, 2007

You need to wake up

You need to wake up

To a boot in your face
To a fist in your gut
To being slammed on the ground
To somebody kicking your butt

You're irritating and simpering
You're petty and bed wetty
You need a claymore good morning
And to step on a bouncing betty

You need your knees broken
Your head stomped in
You need a left to the throat
And and a right to the chin

Shut up with your cry baby
Version of the world
You can't even toss your
Hat in the ring.....

Without throwin it like a girl



Neils
5:04 pm
07/21/2007
*
transcribed this time
5:07 pm
07/21/2007



N.....again

Monday, March 26, 2007

How nice it is to attack

By always being the one who's insulted
Somehow slighted somehow hurt
How convenient justification slides off
The tongue when it snakes out

To dish its dirt






Neils
2:03 am
03/26/2007

Friday, November 03, 2006

A Broken Back

Another explanation
Another whacked out crack
At another creation

Another infected wound
Bleeding on your shirt
How impolite
And who cares if you're hurt

Can't you shut up
Don't you know by now
We're never given in
Till completely overpowered somehow

Then I'll be on your side
Then I always was
Then I'll finally get it
And you'll be the newest buzz

Come on and be my teacher
I Know you're not a saint
But why be so unmerciful
Can't you show some self restraint

For my malignant narcissism
For my rule by power
Aren't the iris's beautiful
Underneath the prisoners tower

I've protected you and loved you
I've forgiven all your sins
Now the least you can do for me
Is to bend enough to be a friend

Maybe then I'd trust you
Maybe if you'd just learn to compromise
You wouldn't have that look you do
When people look you in the eyes

Neils
1:36 am
05/05/2003
*
transcribed this time
7:31 pm
11/03/2006

N.....again

Thursday, October 05, 2006

THE DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

THE DIRTY LITTLE SECRET IS
NOT SO SECRET

You're an idiot

You're a control freak and a whiner
All rolled up into one
Somehow somebody sold you
On how you get things done

You think by twisting and turning
And spinning on petty detail
You’re showing how brilliant you are
But you’re coming off weak and pale

You’re an odd combination of arrogance
And impudence speaking as one voice
It’s like you’re trapped by your obsession
And intensity of direction is your only choice

You don’t slow down enough to think
You can’t feel anything but your pride
I can sense the collector coming for you
And wait till you see the price to pay

When you think you're owed a free ride





Neils
10:47 pm
10/05/2006
*
transcribed this time
11:01 pm
10/05/2006


N.....again

Monday, September 04, 2006

Four Questions

Four Questions in search
Of a realization

Do you realize you incite to riot
Provoke to an extreme
The urge that rises up inside
To make your blood flow like a stream

Do you realize your inner compass
Does not know North from South
But maybe that could be corrected
With a two by four to the mouth

Do you realize you're suicidal
And socially suck to the core
And mostly you come off as a
Cross between a whore and a bore

Do you realize your moral equivolency
And knee jerk urge to appease
Is just adding to the speed of the re-bar
That is headed toward your knees


Neils
9:08 am
09/04/2006
*
standard disclaimer as to
intending no "real" violence
by this arrangement of words
at this time
*
transcribed this time
9:37 am
09/04/2006

N.....again

Sunday, August 13, 2006

It doesn't

It doesn't make any difference
What any of the others do

The soul in your heart is enough
The sun in the sky is enough
Sometimes it is through tears
That we see who it is that's tough

And sometimes it's the flowers
That hold their head up in the rain
And sometimes it is grace itself
That lifts us up from this life's pain

Sometimes memories go clear
And a clean light comes shining through
Sometimes it is to the whole of the world
When we say to a single person

I love you



Neils
11:05 pm
08/08/2006
*
transcribed this time
10:16 am
08/13/2006


N.....again

Saturday, August 12, 2006

She had a streak of violence in her

That took on aspects of a freight train
Or a leopard hunting at night
Or an owl striking silently in the forest
What ever it took to win the fight

She moved with swift decisive deliberation
She could angle in the from the side
Or do a direct all out frontal assault
It was best not to perch on a pedestal of pride

While she was in the area
Sharpening her knives or cleaning her guns
She did not like nancy fancy pants boys
And beat them up just for fun

She liked to wear leather and latex
She gleamed exertion’s sweat
Her eyes shone with intensity and focus
She collected hard on overdue debts

And

Actually it gave her an over all erotic tone
She paid her dues to know her own mind
She walked with confidence and purpose
But even when still you just knew she was

One of the dangerous kind



Neils
11:08 am
08/12/2006
*
transcribed this time
11:44 am
08/12/2006


N....again

Speaking of disgusting

Slobs like you always think you can push
Always think you can sneer and shove
Always think you can get away with
Some sleight of hand and degrading love

You just want to be irritating and demeaning
You don't ever expect a return attack
You always want to keep it petty and bed wetty
Or else you'll whine and come around the back

You're a gutless wonder a nothing
A never was and never ever will be
It's not my fault you don't have the courage
To open your eyes and honestly see



Neils
9:29 pm
08/10/2006
*
transcribed this time
11:14 am
08/12/2006


N.....again

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Doctor.....cure thyself

Isn't it time for you

To stick a gun in your mouth
Or at least jump off a roof
There must be some way for you
To get a glimpse at the truth

Perhaps a shotgun
Put firmly under the chin
Would give you access to
Curt Corbain's last grin

Maybe some sleeping tablets
And a bottle of old rye
Anything to get you out of
This life you live as a lie

Maybe a hot shot of heroin
You could go as a rock star
Anything at all to get beyond
Who you sadly pathetically are

How about a razor blade
And a slash across the wrists
In a tub of hot water
And a suicide note that insists

That you are not an idiot
A worthless doctor a hack
Who isn't merely mistaken
But actually doesn't know jack




Neils
9:18 pm
08/10/2006
*
transcribed this time
9:22 pm
08/10/2006


N.....again

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

She sat down before the overflowing toilet

She sat down before the overflowing toilet
And got herself ready for lunch

She had a big spoon in her back pocket
She had a sanitary napkin tucked under her chin
She looked around her new makeshift diner
And grinned a big ol sh*t eating grin

Because she knew she had it all now
She had daring arrogance and panache
She was the upper crust of elitist defeatists
She was the queen of walking talking trash

No longer just a randumb incident
She was part of life's big suck cess pool
Specifically reserved for the porcelain faithful
She wasn't just another mere regular fool

She basked in all her glory as the
Overhead heater came on glowing red
It helped ripen up all the fumes she drew in
Through her nostrils and through out her head

She had a lust for this type behavior
She wasn't ever going to be held back
She saw the Islamo Fascists thugs mugging
And knew just who to back stab and attack

As she kept repeating the dry statistical numbers
Of the American forces killed in action
Swearing all the time she was for peace of course
Oh but how she loved her perceived slimy traction

****
****

At being beyond all questioning
And definitely out of reach of any doubt
She knew exactly what she was doing
She knew what it was all about

As she gorged down knowing it would
Maker her a remarkable unmistakable winner
Matter of fact to her it felt so right
She kept right on till it was time for dinner

And then kept going for more
And more and more




Neils
11:20 am
08/01/2006
*
transcribed this time
9:12 am
08/02/2006


N....again

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Some observations

Some observations
Suggestions and questions

What a loser you've always been...
Get a set of diapers and knee pads
Sit up and watch ol Michael Moore movies
Follow all the latest whiney gutless fads

Till you drop down dead in the dirt
And finally turn into worm food
You worship the babble of rabble
It's no wonder you're totally screwed

Your life is wasted empty hours
Your head is filled with delusions
You've got nothing to offer because
Your mind only wanders in confusion

What beast have you ever faced
What mountain have you ever climbed
What inner fear have you ever conquered
Why have you done on this earth

With your time



Neils
10:15 am
07/12/2006
*
transcribed this time
12:08 pm
07/12/2006


N....again