Wannabe

Stop changin ur face,
Stop changing the skin u wear,
U ain’t blue,
So stop changing the color u got
Stop wanting to be.
Stop bein a wannabe

Smoke sum, Lighten er up,
Hav a drink, n turn the bass up,
Plug on the distortion, shake yer lid off,
Break a rule, knock ur socks off,
Don’t let ‘em tell ya what to do,

Drift some, wreck that car,
Lose the hood, its all good,
Rebellion is the cry,
It don’t matter,
Be who ya are,
Dont matter if they judge ya,

I am who I am
Don’t rush me,
Don’t suppress me,
I am not you,
Am me... not some wannabe

I don’t gotta ask ya what i gotta do,
I’ve got my guitar and joint
The pain’s mine, the pleasure is too,
Don’t need anyone else, so all u wannabes..
screw you!

Voyage to nowhere

wrote these lyrics on the bus.. kinda reflects the apparently destination-less journey i find myself on..

Bus stops passin by,
Snow drifts sit there numb,
Snow to ice, ice to fluid,
That’s all that changes, everthin else... dumb.

From Bexleyheath to Blue Water,
Into the gorge took a long glance,
Thought time’d pass faster.
Naah.. not a fuckin chance.

A yob climbs up, an old hog steps down,
Tears from the concrete are now just an icicle,
All I see clearly are sheets of snow,
The mighty buses are not just a dusty speckle.