March Of The Atheists

March Of The Atheists

Well, I can accept that you have your faith
So you must accept that I have none
You chase your god into your grave
I’ll die alone when my days are done
And all these fabulous beasts that you strike down
And all this beautiful land that you claim to command
And all these wars in the name of a book
There’s god in your heart but there’s blood on your hands
So where are you fires of hell?
So where now your golden gates?
I see no angels, no heaven on high
I hear no marching of your saints
Go placidly amidst the noise and haste

I know your churches are a sight to behold
I know your stories as good as any man
I know we all have our crosses to bear
But I’ll waste none of my time in desperate prayer
I’ve rung the bells of the Mont St-Michel
But me and the Saviour were never that close
I’ve called into the night with no hope of reply
But I’ve seen the holes in the holy ghost
So where now, your peace to all men?
So where now, your undeniable proof?
Where is it written, in paper or stone,
“An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth?”

 

(Lyrics – GA Johnson)

Modern Jupiter

Modern Jupiter

He lived a boy’s life
He loved his ‘Camp Mohawk’
On Viele`s Creek
And he loved to work on problems
Drifting in his canoe

Lightning days

He hated formalities in dressing
He would welcome also god himself,
In his red bathing suit

Lightning days

The doors of his house were usually electrified

 

 

(Words – Ronald Lippok)

No Closure

N0 Closure

On the forecourts of French libraries
From Reignac to Marseilles
The rain rattles small cars,
Clouds drape over backseats
I am a photograph in your satchel
Between a paperback and cigarettes
I am the dead bird on the gravel
Neck snapped from last night’s Northwesterly

But no peace, no closure
But no peace, no closure

Beside these roads that halt like jetties
Beneath circling murders are leafless trees
Drowning at the knees
Some burnt to the fingertips
And here my tracks sink, end, return
As I walked in and out of you
And here my tracks sink, end, return
As I walked in and out of you

But no peace, no closure
But no peace, no closure

Driving back through the town
The road map-pinned by Pharmacie signs winking up-road
The cars slice the afternoon with a guillotine slush
As it bleeds into a night peppered by stars and planes to Japan
And the changing of gears jilts the cats from the walls
The truth lives with you
The truth lives with you

But no peace, no closure
But no peace, no closure
But no peace, no closure
But no peace, no closure

 

 

(Lyrics – GA Johnson)

Never It Will Be The Same Again

Never It Will Be The Same Again 

What I came to miss has no name. I can only try to describe. As a young man it felt as though I perfectly mirrored the sky. When it rained, I rained. When it was grey, I was grey. And when the sun came out, I came out of myself as if I were shedding a skin and stepping into a new beautiful world : my whole chemistry, seasonally affective. And I paid much more attention to the sky than I do these days. There just seemed to be more sky. And its clouds passed through me and its rain was absorbed deep into my skin. And its snow settled on my heart. What I came to miss has no name. I can only try to describe. When a boy, I ran home over fields as it turned dark; my heart beating in my mouth after some almighty adventure. And the sky ran after me. And its clouds, like grey eagles, wings outstretched, clawed. And this was my fear of the impending night: what I felt within, turned inside out and mirrored in the sky. And mirrored in the sky. Turned inside out and mirrored in the sky. Turned inside out and mirrored in the sky. Turned inside out and mirrored in the sky.

 

(Words – GA Johnson)

Night Of The Hunter

Night Of The Hunter

It’s the night of the hunter
It’s the night of the long knives
It’s the night of the hunter
And you can justify all that you like
Sleep tight, this snowy night,
For Spring, you will never see again
Say goodbye to your awful wives
Bid farewell to your awful friends

I’m twenty steps from the jugular
I’m twenty steps from the death
I’m twenty steps from the funeral
I’m twenty steps from your last breath
The shadow falls on the abbatoir gates
As you leave with the stench on your hands
I am here with a cigarette bait
I am here to asphyxiate

It’s the night of the hunter
It’s the night of the long knives
It’s the night of the hunter
And you can justify all you like
The laugh you spew on the landscape
As you erase it of the gentle hare
Will be your last on this landscape
Will be your last anywhere

Matador, bear baiter, butcher, hare courser, value your life while you can

 

(Lyrics – GA Johnson)

On Edge

On Edge

This life winds me up too much
I am taut as a wire
And the pressure’s building up
I am up to the neck
I am cut to the quick
I am stuffed to the gills
I am sicker than sick

You think you know me
But you don’t know me
You get a version
You cast aspersions
My back is up
But you’d never know
I hide it well
It doesn’t show

This life winds me up too much
I am taut as a wire
And the pressure’s building up

I’m a pot on the boil
I’m a trap on the spring
I am pushed to the brink
I could pull out the pin

 

(Lyrics – GA Johnson)

Non-Fiction

Non-Fiction

I’ve got the snow on my side
I’ve got no doubts about that
And though this city grows wider
I always know where I’m at
I got your letter this morning
I know you mean what you say
And though the stations are closed down
I’ve got to get away

I’m somewhere off the compass
I’m somewhere lower than hell
And when you say you’re beyond this
I say, “I’ve been there as well”

 

(Lyrics – GA Johnson)

Part-Monster

Part-Monster

I produce too much of something
Not enough of something else
But the doctors cannot help me
With the puzzle of my health
And I’m tired of easy music
And I’m tired of pretty girls
And I’m tired of being tired
And I’m tired of being hurt

I am the soldier at the back
Who is burdened by his books
Though I stare into the mirror
It does not tell me how I look
So I’m shaving in the darkness
And I’m turning in my sleep
And I’m turning like a monster
With a dead man in his teeth

Oh, part-monster
Oh, part-monster
Oh, part-monster…

 

(Lyrics – GA Johnson)

Password

Password

My password is a dead aunt’s name –
A monument, a testament
My password is a dead aunt’s name –
A cenotaph, a shallow grave

I’m thirty one and fading fast
Forget the past, repeat the past
I’m thirty two and fading fast
I started last and I finished last

 

(Lyrics – GA Johnson)

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