Wednesday 22 May 2013

[No. 123] Sometimes I get sick all a-ROUND

I'm only human.

And I'm sick, right now[1], and it gets too much for me, this DIZZY stuff, occasionally, every NOW and THEN, and I want to find a new WAY[1], and I'm sick, right now[2], and SICK is what I say[1], and it gets too much for me, this DIZZY stuff, occasionally, every NOW and THEN, and I want to find a new WAY[2], and I (ah, yeah, it's me) get this urge ... to crawl a-ROUND, to hear my heart in my ears - with my brain burning, electric on my teeth[1], and SICK is what I say[2], and SICK is what I see[1], and I (ah, yeah, it's me) get this urge ... to crawl a-ROUND, to hear my heart in my ears - with my brain burning, electric on my teeth[2], and if I could find the right word - not even a phrase - it could be a hammer to SMASH(!) everything up with[1], and SICK is what I see[2], and SICK is what I know, like this[1], and if I could find the right word - not even a phrase - it could be a hammer to SMASH(!) everything up with[2], and I'd rather feel ALIVE with a guitar - with all the noise of the cosmos hitting my body[1], and SICK is what I know, like this[2], and there's EVIL a-ROUND here to get away from[1], and I'd rather feel ALIVE with a guitar - with all the noise of the cosmos hitting my body[2], and I'd rather BANG(!) my head on a drum until my mind gets better ... than swirl in a whirlpool[1], and there's EVIL a-ROUND here to get away from[2], and there's EVIL shaking us, not just me[1], and I'd rather BANG(!) my head on a drum until my mind gets better ... than swirl in a whirlpool[2], and I gotta keep looking out for a WAY out because it ain't always a lovely FIRESTORM[1], and there's EVIL shaking us, not just me[2], and there is EVIL, believe me[1], and I gotta keep looking out for a WAY out because it ain't always a lovely FIRESTORM[2], and sometimes it gets like a SHITSTORM ... like this, like this, like this[1], and there is EVIL, believe me[2], and I'm sick, right here[1], and sometimes it gets like a SHITSTORM ... like this, like this, like this[2], and I'm sick, right now[3], and I'm sick, right here[2], and it gets too much for me, this DIZZY stuff, occasionally, every NOW and THEN, and I want to find a new WAY[3], and SICK is what I say[3], and I (ah, yeah, it's me) get this urge ... to crawl a-ROUND, to hear my heart in my ears - with my brain burning, electric on my teeth[3], and SICK is what I see[3], and if I could find the right word - not even a phrase - it could be a hammer to SMASH(!) everything up with[3], and SICK is what I know, like this[3], and I'd rather feel ALIVE with a guitar - with all the noise of the cosmos hitting my body[3], and there's EVIL a-ROUND here to get away from[3], and I'd rather BANG(!) my head on a drum until my mind gets better ... than swirl in a whirlpool[3], and there's EVIL shaking us, not just me[3], and I gotta keep looking out for a WAY out because it ain't always a lovely FIRESTORM[3], and there is EVIL, believe me[3], and sometimes it gets like a SHITSTORM ... like this, like this, like this[3], and I'm sick, right here[3], and

And I'm sick, right now[1], and it gets too much for me, this DIZZY stuff, occasionally, every NOW and THEN, and I want to find a new WAY[1], and I'm sick, right now[2], and SICK is what I say[1], and it gets too much for me, this DIZZY stuff, occasionally, every NOW and THEN, and I want to find a new WAY[2], and I (ah, yeah, it's me) get this urge ... to crawl a-ROUND, to hear my heart in my ears - with my brain burning, electric on my teeth[1], and SICK is what I say[2], and SICK is what I see[1], and I (ah, yeah, it's me) get this urge ... to crawl a-ROUND, to hear my heart in my ears - with my brain burning, electric on my teeth[2], and if I could find the right word - not even a phrase - it could be a hammer to SMASH(!) everything up with[1], and SICK is what I see[2], and SICK is what I know, like this[1], and if I could find the right word - not even a phrase - it could be a hammer to SMASH(!) everything up with[2], and I'd rather feel ALIVE with a guitar - with all the noise of the cosmos hitting my body[1], and SICK is what I know, like this[2], and there's EVIL a-ROUND here to get away from[1], and I'd rather feel ALIVE with a guitar - with all the noise of the cosmos hitting my body[2], and I'd rather BANG(!) my head on a drum until my mind gets better ... than swirl in a whirlpool[1], and there's EVIL a-ROUND here to get away from[2], and there's EVIL shaking us, not just me[1], and I'd rather BANG(!) my head on a drum until my mind gets better ... than swirl in a whirlpool[2], and I gotta keep looking out for a WAY out because it ain't always a lovely FIRESTORM[1], and there's EVIL shaking us, not just me[2], and there is EVIL, believe me[1], and I gotta keep looking out for a WAY out because it ain't always a lovely FIRESTORM[2], and sometimes it gets like a SHITSTORM ... like this, like this, like this[1], and there is EVIL, believe me[2], and I'm sick, right here[1], and sometimes it gets like a SHITSTORM ... like this, like this, like this[2], and I'm sick, right now[3], and I'm sick, right here[2], and it gets too much for me, this DIZZY stuff, occasionally, every NOW and THEN, and I want to find a new WAY[3], and SICK is what I say[3], and I (ah, yeah, it's me) get this urge ... to crawl a-ROUND, to hear my heart in my ears - with my brain burning, electric on my teeth[3], and SICK is what I see[3], and if I could find the right word - not even a phrase - it could be a hammer to SMASH(!) everything up with[3], and SICK is what I know, like this[3], and I'd rather feel ALIVE with a guitar - with all the noise of the cosmos hitting my body[3], and there's EVIL a-ROUND here to get away from[3], and I'd rather BANG(!) my head on a drum until my mind gets better ... than swirl in a whirlpool[3], and there's EVIL shaking us, not just me[3], and I gotta keep looking out for a WAY out because it ain't always a lovely FIRESTORM[3], and there is EVIL, believe me[3], and sometimes it gets like a SHITSTORM ... like this, like this, like this[3], and I'm sick, right here[3], and

And I'm sick, right now[1], and it gets too much for me, this DIZZY stuff, occasionally, every NOW and THEN, and I want to find a new WAY[1], and I'm sick, right now[2], and SICK is what I say[1], and it gets too much for me, this DIZZY stuff, occasionally, every NOW and THEN, and I want to find a new WAY[2], and I (ah, yeah, it's me) get this urge ... to crawl a-ROUND, to hear my heart in my ears - with my brain burning, electric on my teeth[1], and SICK is what I say[2], and SICK is what I see[1], and I (ah, yeah, it's me) get this urge ... to crawl a-ROUND, to hear my heart in my ears - with my brain burning, electric on my teeth[2], and if I could find the right word - not even a phrase - it could be a hammer to SMASH(!) everything up with[1], and SICK is what I see[2], and SICK is what I know, like this[1], and if I could find the right word - not even a phrase - it could be a hammer to SMASH(!) everything up with[2], and I'd rather feel ALIVE with a guitar - with all the noise of the cosmos hitting my body[1], and SICK is what I know, like this[2], and there's EVIL a-ROUND here to get away from[1], and I'd rather feel ALIVE with a guitar - with all the noise of the cosmos hitting my body[2], and I'd rather BANG(!) my head on a drum until my mind gets better ... than swirl in a whirlpool[1], and there's EVIL a-ROUND here to get away from[2], and there's EVIL shaking us, not just me[1], and I'd rather BANG(!) my head on a drum until my mind gets better ... than swirl in a whirlpool[2], and I gotta keep looking out for a WAY out because it ain't always a lovely FIRESTORM[1], and there's EVIL shaking us, not just me[2], and there is EVIL, believe me[1], and I gotta keep looking out for a WAY out because it ain't always a lovely FIRESTORM[2], and sometimes it gets like a SHITSTORM ... like this, like this, like this[1], and there is EVIL, believe me[2], and I'm sick, right here[1], and sometimes it gets like a SHITSTORM ... like this, like this, like this[2], and I'm sick, right now[3], and I'm sick, right here[2], and it gets too much for me, this DIZZY stuff, occasionally, every NOW and THEN, and I want to find a new WAY[3], and SICK is what I say[3], and I (ah, yeah, it's me) get this urge ... to crawl a-ROUND, to hear my heart in my ears - with my brain burning, electric on my teeth[3], and SICK is what I see[3], and if I could find the right word - not even a phrase - it could be a hammer to SMASH(!) everything up with[3], and SICK is what I know, like this[3], and I'd rather feel ALIVE with a guitar - with all the noise of the cosmos hitting my body[3], and there's EVIL a-ROUND here to get away from[3], and I'd rather BANG(!) my head on a drum until my mind gets better ... than swirl in a whirlpool[3], and there's EVIL shaking us, not just me[3], and I gotta keep looking out for a WAY out because it ain't always a lovely FIRESTORM[3], and there is EVIL, believe me[3], and sometimes it gets like a SHITSTORM ... like this, like this, like this[3], and I'm sick, right here[3], and