Beguiling

beguiling
she styling
he smiling
we whiling

Vile

There's less of him
The rest of him
and all that was the best of him
has left here
and gone west with vim
the heft, it finally got to him

In interim
Don't sing to him
He's churning out some stinking hymn
And all he's really thinking is
that change is not the thing for him

So down the drain
Goes dishwater
The all and nought that stands for her
And now the joke's the thought of her
From mother down to grand-daughter

Is violence so much a sin?
It does what it says on the tin
Not crying to some violin
Not trying to be vile in
A way which violated him.

Hyperzone

Been wondering, meandering
in darkest space, been floundering
like crumbling rock in feckless flight,
tumbling through this timeless night;
my heart of gold has turned to stone:
sold out my soul in Hyperzone.

Seen all I need, don't need no more,
fists crashing through another door
and smashing your cold shield like glass
for letting this hell come to pass;
broken hearts turn into stone:
feelings freeze in Hyperzone.

Been dreaming epic tales of how
we sailed those stormy seas, and sought
forgotten trails into the past,
to find our lost desire at last;
heart of gold, heart of stone:
love is the best when it comes home.