Posts Tagged ‘hands’

Almost finishing writing “The Resolution” by Ryan Layndree

Finding Work in Idle Hands

Exercise your right to do what it has to be done
(This must be better)
Exorcise all the demons lurking in your home
(This must be perfect)
For the time being
Inequity enquiring the sight at plain
For the time being
Like a temporary mirrored mirage curtain.

Between this shop and the deep blue sea
It’s every man for himself
Better speak for your rights, call for an advocate
Whoever may care… lies in the details.

Cause down here (in hell) we need personnel
Everybody’s busy with their electronic devices
Cause the devil finds work in idle hands
And he has chosen you to be the chosen one.

So exercise your right to move your muscles and bones
(This must be better than the best)
Exorcise the demons lurking in your head and home
(This must perfection beyond the rest)
For the time being
Inequity enquiring the sight at plain
For the time being
Like a temporary mirrored mirage curtain

Between this shop and the deep blue sea
It’s every man for himself
Better speak for your rights, call for an advocate
Whoever may care… lies in the details.

Cause down here (in hell) we need personnel
Everybody’s busy with their electronic devices
Cause the devil finds work in idle hands
And he has chosen you to be the chosen one.

See a ghostly arrow fly across an instrument
Keep the broken door with maiden’s blood in it
They all die and go back to life in seconds’ time
No one knows what the mind was thinking when the hand came to sign.

Down here (in hell) we need personnel
Everybody’s busy with their electronic devices
Cause the devil finds work in idle hands
And he has chosen you to be the chosen one.

It’s not the same to call upon
As to see it coming
Oh, you’re the chosen one
Now do your bidding.

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Napkin Soul, Garbage Heart
 
You held the galaxy for a decade
Just for the pieces to move
But when it came to the checkmate
You cut the head of time and space
So bleeding essence screaming help
For every being that could not yelp.
 
So unload everything onto me
Everything that has been a heavy burden
Unload all of this weight onto me
Right into my napkin soul, my garbage heart
 
You unpacked your memoirs and shove them inside my head
You needed a safety place to keep them
But when the shelter became old and grey
You realize I’ve been growing rusty and moldy
So when you tried to chance the locks
I’ve already forgotten the combination for it all.
 
But if ever need a safety place to keep your fears
And if you ever need a cup to catch your tears
And if you ever need to clean your mucus from your nose
Here’s my napkin soul for you to use
My garbage heart for you to dump the things
That you have no need for anymore
Just like me when I try to reach for faith and hope
And all of the things that in your head you simply cannot cope with.
 

My political statement…

Muddy Hands and Silver Spoons
 
I have a pain in the neck and the back
Since I had to lay my head all night in the piece of rock stuck on the ground
Since I couldn’t afford a comfy pillow
While all the orthopedics silky ones lay on the beds of those who never sleep on them.
 
Well I’m not crying, I’m just saying
Some born to eat off the dirt
And some born to be served
It’s a war between muddy hands and silver spoons.
 
I have a plan to make things all better
Let’s play Robin Hood, steal from rich and give to the poor; turn things around
Oh wait, since I’ll be in jail because…
It’s only legal when the all-powerful ones take everything away from the ones who got nothing.
 
Well I’m not yelling, I’m just saying
Some born to starve another day
And some born to waste food away
It’s a war between muddy hands and silver spoons.
 
But these are the third world’s problems
So who the fuck gives a goddamn shit?
 
“Who’s this guy and why is he discussing all these annoying things?
Must be one of the guys who’s in debt with everyone but still owns nothing…
Does he have education?
Does he know anything?
Someone told me he quit college
Because he couldn’t keep affording it.”