Awkward Weather

It turns out that living in conflict with your own mind is one of the most pointless things a human being can do to itself. It’s time for the civil war to end and love to shine out over this sorry excuse for living life. A special mention for the bastard on the door who can step into line or just fucking die alone and miserable – one of those – I’m not awkward however much you think it might be helpful to preface my entire existence with that health warning. Nobody died and nobody will die. I’m not frightened of you and actually I’m much better at everything that you can do except maybe being a twat.

Love Chris.

Bye.

No really – LOVE™ – I can’t do without it anymore – people notice this shit when I can’t even have the courage to find enough for myself. I was tested for love and was found wanting – what a load of bullshit – apparently the universe does work in mysterious ways.

It’s not too late.

This was something I was trying to tell myself a long time ago and only today did I realise that the someone in the song was me. What a fucking idiot. I had a vague memory of being happy once – it was somewhere before I started to make my creative world justify how crap about the real world I was feeling. tosser.

…here’re the lyrics and the music I made all that merry while ago…

Awkward Weather

It was like you’d never been gone when you came to me, because you did come back for me. You came back for me.

Piece together yer Awkward Weather.
(and you might find the best in me)
Cut the cancer, slice and sever.
(and you might find the rest of me)
On the shady side of pebbles.
On the sticky side of sweet.
On the bitter side of yesterday,
where the tears from someone seep. 

Soak into my soul. Tell me when you’re here. Carry back my consciousness and feed it to my fear.

Piece together yer Awkward Weather.
(if you want to find the best in me)
Cut the cancer, slice and sever.
(and you might find the rest of me)

I would have said ‘go save yourself’,
but you already saved yourself.
And it hurt to see you go.
And so, tears soak into my soul.
And so, wake me when you’re here.
Carry back my consciousness, ’cause I’m not scared.

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© 1991-2011 awkward weather

…there will be some artwork for this soon and it’ll be the last thing I post here – a before and after of an ornamental garden that is in need of some love to remove the stagnant water and sludge and twisted metal.