Pete Z

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Peter Zurek

Was it not you who I saw talking
to the man with the bald head?
No, I must have been mistaken,
I thought he was dead!

Was it not you who I saw in town?
You were looking rather lost
Did you want the garage
or was it the park with the gate?
You were wearing high heels,
it was getting rather late

Was it not you who I saw standing
at the bus stop in the pouring rain?
You were getting soaked by the passing traffic
and the waiting was all in vain; still you weren't
to know they had changed the route

But it wasn't you;
you weren't who I thought you were
It wasn't you who I saw pushing a pram
I was wrong all along,
I was never really sure
You weren't a bit like her:
she was tall and you were fat,
you had blonde hair and she wore a wig
She was thin and you were twice as big
Anyone can make a mistake,
you must have been someone else

Was it not you?

I don't intend to be lonely
for the rest of my life
Where can I find a lover
to take me home after a romantic night out?
Where can I find a lover that'll treat me right?
Oh no

Chorus:
I don't intend to be lonely
for the rest of my life
I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my days
Oh no, no, no, no...
No to lonely
I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my life
I don't do lonely

I don't intend to be lonely
for the rest of my life
Where can I find a lover
to take me out for an exclusive dinner?
Where can I find a lover
to take me home and be the perfect sinner?

Repeat chorus

I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my days
I don't do lonely, oh no
I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my life
I don't do lonely, oh no

I don't intend to be lonely

The tree sways
in the solemn breeze;
sometimes it blocks the light
But it performs
a useful task,
it gives us the air
we breathe

Tree Time


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Was it not you who I saw talking
to the man with the bald head?
No, I must have been mistaken,
I thought he was dead!

Was it not you who I saw in town?
You were looking rather lost
Did you want the garage
or was it the park with the gate?
You were wearing high heels,
it was getting rather late

Was it not you who I saw standing
at the bus stop in the pouring rain?
You were getting soaked by the passing traffic
and the waiting was all in vain; still you weren't
to know they had changed the route

But it wasn't you;
you weren't who I thought you were
It wasn't you who I saw pushing a pram
I was wrong all along,
I was never really sure
You weren't a bit like her:
she was tall and you were fat,
you had blonde hair and she wore a wig
She was thin and you were twice as big
Anyone can make a mistake,
you must have been someone else

Was it not you?

I don't intend to be lonely
for the rest of my life
Where can I find a lover
to take me home after a romantic night out?
Where can I find a lover that'll treat me right?
Oh no

Chorus:
I don't intend to be lonely
for the rest of my life
I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my days
Oh no, no, no, no...
No to lonely
I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my life
I don't do lonely

I don't intend to be lonely
for the rest of my life
Where can I find a lover
to take me out for an exclusive dinner?
Where can I find a lover
to take me home and be the perfect sinner?

Repeat chorus

I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my days
I don't do lonely, oh no
I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my life
I don't do lonely, oh no

I don't intend to be lonely

The tree sways
in the solemn breeze;
sometimes it blocks the light
But it performs
a useful task,
it gives us the air
we breathe

Tree Time

Absolute titillation,
stimulation, fulfillment...
Distant dynasty
limited to a degree;
isolate the key

The friction at full tilt
we're grasping at straws
wafer-thin air

Curious obsession
some wild fascination;
disregard past quarters
motion in the extreme
gathering speed

In the darkness
amid the gloom
rhythm machine splutters
obliterates, sends out signals
that get ignored

Ah torture!
Absolution, rejection
complete and utter paranoia

Proven dream
grasping, igniting
Systems restored,
nothing untoward

Perfection
The game is over
There's no waiting for their kind

Grasping for the Friction

Bombs away, without due warning
Pull the trigger, countdown's started

Jackboots on for the government slaughter
Forget your rights and fuck your daughter
Jackboots on for the government slaughter
Forget your rights and fuck your daughter

Bombs away to destroy the masses
Random strangers and the inferior classes
Nobody's left for the exclusive story
The sleaze and corruption in all its glory

We're all pawns for the government slaughter
Kill us now for the new world order
Do as your told 'cos nothing's allowed
You've got no rights, so fuck your daughter

No time to hesitate, no time to legislate
No chance scenario to perfect the hate
No time to delegate

(Repeat second and third verses)

Jackboots on for the government slaughter
Forget your rights and protect your daughter
Jackboots on for the government slaughter
Forget your rights and kill your daughter

Search and Destroy

The flame of desire flickers and burns
from under the skin
It excites a feeling from deep within

The flesh trembles and warms
to the touch as the heart pounds
and misses a beat

Eyes that were once strangers
engage in a frenzy of wild haste
and abandon as the passion erupts,
sending the blood racing
and manicured hands searching
for new found heights

It is the undisputed king
The flame as it flickers
from under the skin; and
for the moment it triggers the emotion,
letting loose some new sensation:
the flesh hotting up, throbbing, warming,
burning, caressing, reaching its peak

Oh this power and passion thing
that lurks and lingers from deep within
The temperature needs cooling down
It is the desire that turns on the heat...

Burning Desire

We were all put on this earth to exist
in our own quiet way

And how still is the night that echoes to not a sound;
this strange odyssey of sweetness and light that reflects
the idle darkness but can't turn off the pain

Man's destiny lies in the stars
or some cursed menace breeding unseen
Fear and hysteria has poisoned the world

There's little escape from the realms of ruin it generates
The depleted hope and the sensation of floating
as the soul departs;
tearful relatives who mourn in advance

And how still is the night that echoes to not a sound;
this strange odyssey of sweetness and light that reflects
the idle darkness but still can't turn off the pain

Oh what peace, such beautiful peace

We were all put on this earth to exist
in our own quiet way
And how still is the night that echoes to not a sound

Oh what peace, such beautiful peace

PEACE, BEAUTIFUL PEACE

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Was it not you who I saw talking
to the man with the bald head?
No, I must have been mistaken,
I thought he was dead!

Was it not you who I saw in town?
You were looking rather lost
Did you want the garage
or was it the park with the gate?
You were wearing high heels,
it was getting rather late

Was it not you who I saw standing
at the bus stop in the pouring rain?
You were getting soaked by the passing traffic
and the waiting was all in vain; still you weren't
to know they had changed the route

But it wasn't you;
you weren't who I thought you were
It wasn't you who I saw pushing a pram
I was wrong all along,
I was never really sure
You weren't a bit like her:
she was tall and you were fat,
you had blonde hair and she wore a wig
She was thin and you were twice as big
Anyone can make a mistake,
you must have been someone else

Was it not you?

I don't intend to be lonely
for the rest of my life
Where can I find a lover
to take me home after a romantic night out?
Where can I find a lover that'll treat me right?
Oh no

Chorus:
I don't intend to be lonely
for the rest of my life
I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my days
Oh no, no, no, no...
No to lonely
I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my life
I don't do lonely

I don't intend to be lonely
for the rest of my life
Where can I find a lover
to take me out for an exclusive dinner?
Where can I find a lover
to take me home and be the perfect sinner?

Repeat chorus

I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my days
I don't do lonely, oh no
I don't want to be lonely
for the rest of my life
I don't do lonely, oh no

I don't intend to be lonely

The tree sways
in the solemn breeze;
sometimes it blocks the light
But it performs
a useful task,
it gives us the air
we breathe

Tree Time

Absolute titillation,
stimulation, fulfillment...
Distant dynasty
limited to a degree;
isolate the key

The friction at full tilt
we're grasping at straws
wafer-thin air

Curious obsession
some wild fascination;
disregard past quarters
motion in the extreme
gathering speed

In the darkness
amid the gloom
rhythm machine splutters
obliterates, sends out signals
that get ignored

Ah torture!
Absolution, rejection
complete and utter paranoia

Proven dream
grasping, igniting
Systems restored,
nothing untoward

Perfection
The game is over
There's no waiting for their kind

Grasping for the Friction

Bombs away, without due warning
Pull the trigger, countdown's started

Jackboots on for the government slaughter
Forget your rights and fuck your daughter
Jackboots on for the government slaughter
Forget your rights and fuck your daughter

Bombs away to destroy the masses
Random strangers and the inferior classes
Nobody's left for the exclusive story
The sleaze and corruption in all its glory

We're all pawns for the government slaughter
Kill us now for the new world order
Do as your told 'cos nothing's allowed
You've got no rights, so fuck your daughter

No time to hesitate, no time to legislate
No chance scenario to perfect the hate
No time to delegate

(Repeat second and third verses)

Jackboots on for the government slaughter
Forget your rights and protect your daughter
Jackboots on for the government slaughter
Forget your rights and kill your daughter

Search and Destroy

The flame of desire flickers and burns
from under the skin
It excites a feeling from deep within

The flesh trembles and warms
to the touch as the heart pounds
and misses a beat

Eyes that were once strangers
engage in a frenzy of wild haste
and abandon as the passion erupts,
sending the blood racing
and manicured hands searching
for new found heights

It is the undisputed king
The flame as it flickers
from under the skin; and
for the moment it triggers the emotion,
letting loose some new sensation:
the flesh hotting up, throbbing, warming,
burning, caressing, reaching its peak

Oh this power and passion thing
that lurks and lingers from deep within
The temperature needs cooling down
It is the desire that turns on the heat...

Burning Desire


About Me

Bio

Midlands based writer - dark and varied, offbeat, something different. Looking for different avenues in a wide and interesting world.

CV/History

Working on a stage play and a film script.

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