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My dad said “don’t be a narcissist”
But I looked in the mirror and couldn’t resist
When you said “I love you” and I said “me too”
I meant it sincerely – but didn’t mean you

Drop to your knees and worship my shadow
You’re lucky to know me

I moulded myself out of chocolate
I tasted a bit and I liked it a lot
Admired by the boys and adored by the girls
I’m God’s greatest gift to the whole fxxxing world

I might be a liar, a rogue and a cheat
But God damn, I’m the man

I partied hard without any excuse
I wrote the damn book on substance abuse
My cocky façade fell apart overnight
With a brown envelope that just couldn’t be right

There was whisky in the devil's blood
And blood inside the whisky jar

Now I’m weak and alone in a metal-framed bed
To the ones I left trailing, I’m already dead
Good job my self love affair still smoulders bright
To the non-believers, fxxx you and goodnight.

The impossibility of negativity

It was twenty years ago today that I remember all this were fields
And that’s still what everyone sees as they walk past the hedgerow
But I’ve been here before, through years yet to come, and I know
Those fields will disappear and the world will be a very different place

I can’t explain how or why I’ve come to relive all those years I’ve been through
A car crash? A coma? A failed reincarnation? Redemption from God?
I stand here surrounded by middle-aged pensioners and children grown up
Yet they’re living their lives as if I’m the ghost in this space

I’ve seen the future. I know all the joys and the horrors to come
These people are blissfully ignorant of a fate I’ve already experienced
Am I back to correct the mistakes of my past or to plough new furrows?
And how do I explain your yesterday was my twenty years ago today, for better or worse?

I’ve forgotten your name but your face rings a bell otherwise lost to memory
At least you know me, so forgive me if I seem distracted and distant
I recall mere fragments – conversations, confrontations, regrets
I know I’d had a few, but is this Groundhog Day a blessing or a curse?

I could exploit my knowledge with a gambling spree where only winners come in
I could right all the wrongs I made before, regardless of the new mistakes that ensue
But what I want above all else is to restore the life I had before my return
How do I get back to you without losing things I already had twenty years past today?

It Was Twenty Years Ago Today

I can’t sleep at night cos my thoughts are of fright and compulsion to check that the world’s still a wreck
These flickering screens are the digital means to no end of abuse and debate so obtuse

Every bush needs a paedo to lurk in
Every teen girl needs a TikTok to twerk in
Every MSP needs their WhatsApps deleting
Everyone needs a gender critic for beating

The bar room bores spent a year locked indoors while the two-metre rule bred a nation of fools
Believing the lies spread by Putin's AI without clicking the links or even trying to think

Blame it on COVID or Chinese bad actors
Blame it on Brexit or the Grenfell disaster
Blame it on TERF whores, race wars, germ spores
But don't blame yourself even though the blame’s all yours

Did Ozzy bite the head off a bat, and did it start like that, or did it leak out of a lab, Corona?
My lie Trumps your truth and I'll show you no proof that the planet’s flat – all I know is misnomers

Siri, please tell me what to think
I'm drunk on fake news without taking a drink
I’ve got to unplug from this digital drug
Cos the algorithm's giving me the blues
But I know I'm still right and the blame lies with you
And you
And you
And you

But not me, don't you see? I'm as right as a wrong’un can be
Someone put me out of your misery, please
I'm so sick of this invented disease

Algorithm and Blues


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My dad said “don’t be a narcissist”
But I looked in the mirror and couldn’t resist
When you said “I love you” and I said “me too”
I meant it sincerely – but didn’t mean you

Drop to your knees and worship my shadow
You’re lucky to know me

I moulded myself out of chocolate
I tasted a bit and I liked it a lot
Admired by the boys and adored by the girls
I’m God’s greatest gift to the whole fxxxing world

I might be a liar, a rogue and a cheat
But God damn, I’m the man

I partied hard without any excuse
I wrote the damn book on substance abuse
My cocky façade fell apart overnight
With a brown envelope that just couldn’t be right

There was whisky in the devil's blood
And blood inside the whisky jar

Now I’m weak and alone in a metal-framed bed
To the ones I left trailing, I’m already dead
Good job my self love affair still smoulders bright
To the non-believers, fxxx you and goodnight.

The impossibility of negativity

It was twenty years ago today that I remember all this were fields
And that’s still what everyone sees as they walk past the hedgerow
But I’ve been here before, through years yet to come, and I know
Those fields will disappear and the world will be a very different place

I can’t explain how or why I’ve come to relive all those years I’ve been through
A car crash? A coma? A failed reincarnation? Redemption from God?
I stand here surrounded by middle-aged pensioners and children grown up
Yet they’re living their lives as if I’m the ghost in this space

I’ve seen the future. I know all the joys and the horrors to come
These people are blissfully ignorant of a fate I’ve already experienced
Am I back to correct the mistakes of my past or to plough new furrows?
And how do I explain your yesterday was my twenty years ago today, for better or worse?

I’ve forgotten your name but your face rings a bell otherwise lost to memory
At least you know me, so forgive me if I seem distracted and distant
I recall mere fragments – conversations, confrontations, regrets
I know I’d had a few, but is this Groundhog Day a blessing or a curse?

I could exploit my knowledge with a gambling spree where only winners come in
I could right all the wrongs I made before, regardless of the new mistakes that ensue
But what I want above all else is to restore the life I had before my return
How do I get back to you without losing things I already had twenty years past today?

It Was Twenty Years Ago Today

I can’t sleep at night cos my thoughts are of fright and compulsion to check that the world’s still a wreck
These flickering screens are the digital means to no end of abuse and debate so obtuse

Every bush needs a paedo to lurk in
Every teen girl needs a TikTok to twerk in
Every MSP needs their WhatsApps deleting
Everyone needs a gender critic for beating

The bar room bores spent a year locked indoors while the two-metre rule bred a nation of fools
Believing the lies spread by Putin's AI without clicking the links or even trying to think

Blame it on COVID or Chinese bad actors
Blame it on Brexit or the Grenfell disaster
Blame it on TERF whores, race wars, germ spores
But don't blame yourself even though the blame’s all yours

Did Ozzy bite the head off a bat, and did it start like that, or did it leak out of a lab, Corona?
My lie Trumps your truth and I'll show you no proof that the planet’s flat – all I know is misnomers

Siri, please tell me what to think
I'm drunk on fake news without taking a drink
I’ve got to unplug from this digital drug
Cos the algorithm's giving me the blues
But I know I'm still right and the blame lies with you
And you
And you
And you

But not me, don't you see? I'm as right as a wrong’un can be
Someone put me out of your misery, please
I'm so sick of this invented disease

Algorithm and Blues

Bright lights red lights tail lights highlights
Few and far at 8 a.m.
Endless miles of stifled screams
The red, the black, the grey inside.
A mouth clamped shut to freeze out poison
From mobile prisons. The ultimate freedom?
Just a means to no end of the line
Sandwiched in jams, we go out of our minds.
Hate to be near you, the need to be here
Can’t contemplate a life without this
But I don’t need this, look, this is madness
Has to be a way out
Flick the pages, knowing the answer
Hate everything I see out of the window
Hair brushes roof as I go up the walls
Has to be more to life than this
Senseless waste of human ability
Has to be another way out of this mess
There’s no way out
There's no way round
Feels like forever, the minutes are hours
Tears mist the eyes as ten knuckles go white
Even mundane can annoy at this level
Don’t tell me, is this only Monday?

No Way Out

I wish I could crawl away somewhere
I wish I could curl up and die
The pain and the strain are too much to bear
Suicidal and I don’t know why

Come upstairs and talk to me
But you don’t cos you won’t so you just leave me be

Rotting in the trenches, I shiver within
My eyes are dull grey as the sockets sink in

Once upon a time, I had this idealistic notion
That everything you said would work out true
Now I check the rear view mirror as the dream falls back
Because the lies can all be traced to you

Walking the breadline back into my bed
This war in my head won't be stopped til I'm dead

Life of agony, each day is torment
Yet hope burns so bright it can keep you awake
The tablets are calling, the final encounter
One hour away from the painless escape

Through the glass I see myself at peace
A small price to pay, soldier status: deceased

Wargames

Never known a real friendship
Lived from choice a lonely man
Pushed away what I most needed
Couldn’t hope to understand
Why I feel this self-defeating
Hatred for the friends I know
Paranoia bursts the seams
One day all the cracks will show

Tomorrow, tomorrow
I will face a bright new future

Isolation is my nightmare
Thought of it makes me afraid
Losing those who used to like me
Fear of driving them away
Cannot stand being thought of badly
Wondering if I’m second rate
Driven man must seek an exit
Lack of help has sealed the fate

Tomorrow, tomorrow
I won’t face a bright new future
Tomorrow, tomorrow
I’ll still feel so damn alone
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Everyone I see will scare me
And I’ll be out there screaming on my own


All this fear is welling up inside me looking for release
Until I’m friends with all I know, I know I’ll never be at peace
I close my eyes but cannot close my ears to all the silent laughter
The sound of laughter, always laughter, drags me down into the ground
Another day, tomorrow still shows no way how to deal with all this
Self-inflicted misery - I know this won't be vindicated
Though I’m not the victim of these unsaid words, my mind won’t quit
My paranoia rules me now like trauma - must be shot of it

Tomorrow, tomorrow
I will face a bright new future
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Things will be better by some
Tomorrow, tomorrow,
I will be without my demons
Tomorrow never comes

Tomorrow

We grew up as friends til you said at the station
“I’m not really a round here person no more”
I used to believe the Earth orbits the Sun
But nobody shone like our dearly departed
It’s all about you and your pedantry complex
I’d hate you if I hadn’t loved you before

Since everyone else in your childhood crew had an issue with you, what’s the one common factor?

I’m older and wiser now, more self-aware
The decades have passed but our paths never did
I know you’re still orbiting round your own ego
Sporadic reports from the digital void
Have you forgotten the boy you once were?
Companionable, sociable, popular kid

If I asked what’s two and two, you would say 22
Just to be different, to make me feel thick
You self-indulgent narcissistic…

Narcissistic Fibrosis

When I was a lad, I looked on in awe at a trail-blazing tribe on a far distant shore
Tomorrow was forged on a virtual anvil – a future so bright you’d need Ray Bans to see
Turn your eyes westward and share in the spoils

Now I'm a dad, I look on in fear as the sickness from there manifests over here
Trolls run amok and false prophets hold sway in the sick man of Earth, now a land of disease
It's one step forward and stabbed in the back

What will I say when my boy comes of age? “They used to be leaders but now they just rage”
Don’t sink to their level, they poisoned the well, ignoring their neighbours' entreaties and pleas
Which came first, the beast or the worst?

They lifted us up, now they're dragging us down, a banana republic that slipped on its crown
From self-righteous leaders to hate-filled disciples, they're everything I don't want my lad to be
Turn your eyes back, son, there’s nothing worth seeing any more
On that far distant shore

Far Distant Shore

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My dad said “don’t be a narcissist”
But I looked in the mirror and couldn’t resist
When you said “I love you” and I said “me too”
I meant it sincerely – but didn’t mean you

Drop to your knees and worship my shadow
You’re lucky to know me

I moulded myself out of chocolate
I tasted a bit and I liked it a lot
Admired by the boys and adored by the girls
I’m God’s greatest gift to the whole fxxxing world

I might be a liar, a rogue and a cheat
But God damn, I’m the man

I partied hard without any excuse
I wrote the damn book on substance abuse
My cocky façade fell apart overnight
With a brown envelope that just couldn’t be right

There was whisky in the devil's blood
And blood inside the whisky jar

Now I’m weak and alone in a metal-framed bed
To the ones I left trailing, I’m already dead
Good job my self love affair still smoulders bright
To the non-believers, fxxx you and goodnight.

The impossibility of negativity

It was twenty years ago today that I remember all this were fields
And that’s still what everyone sees as they walk past the hedgerow
But I’ve been here before, through years yet to come, and I know
Those fields will disappear and the world will be a very different place

I can’t explain how or why I’ve come to relive all those years I’ve been through
A car crash? A coma? A failed reincarnation? Redemption from God?
I stand here surrounded by middle-aged pensioners and children grown up
Yet they’re living their lives as if I’m the ghost in this space

I’ve seen the future. I know all the joys and the horrors to come
These people are blissfully ignorant of a fate I’ve already experienced
Am I back to correct the mistakes of my past or to plough new furrows?
And how do I explain your yesterday was my twenty years ago today, for better or worse?

I’ve forgotten your name but your face rings a bell otherwise lost to memory
At least you know me, so forgive me if I seem distracted and distant
I recall mere fragments – conversations, confrontations, regrets
I know I’d had a few, but is this Groundhog Day a blessing or a curse?

I could exploit my knowledge with a gambling spree where only winners come in
I could right all the wrongs I made before, regardless of the new mistakes that ensue
But what I want above all else is to restore the life I had before my return
How do I get back to you without losing things I already had twenty years past today?

It Was Twenty Years Ago Today

I can’t sleep at night cos my thoughts are of fright and compulsion to check that the world’s still a wreck
These flickering screens are the digital means to no end of abuse and debate so obtuse

Every bush needs a paedo to lurk in
Every teen girl needs a TikTok to twerk in
Every MSP needs their WhatsApps deleting
Everyone needs a gender critic for beating

The bar room bores spent a year locked indoors while the two-metre rule bred a nation of fools
Believing the lies spread by Putin's AI without clicking the links or even trying to think

Blame it on COVID or Chinese bad actors
Blame it on Brexit or the Grenfell disaster
Blame it on TERF whores, race wars, germ spores
But don't blame yourself even though the blame’s all yours

Did Ozzy bite the head off a bat, and did it start like that, or did it leak out of a lab, Corona?
My lie Trumps your truth and I'll show you no proof that the planet’s flat – all I know is misnomers

Siri, please tell me what to think
I'm drunk on fake news without taking a drink
I’ve got to unplug from this digital drug
Cos the algorithm's giving me the blues
But I know I'm still right and the blame lies with you
And you
And you
And you

But not me, don't you see? I'm as right as a wrong’un can be
Someone put me out of your misery, please
I'm so sick of this invented disease

Algorithm and Blues

Bright lights red lights tail lights highlights
Few and far at 8 a.m.
Endless miles of stifled screams
The red, the black, the grey inside.
A mouth clamped shut to freeze out poison
From mobile prisons. The ultimate freedom?
Just a means to no end of the line
Sandwiched in jams, we go out of our minds.
Hate to be near you, the need to be here
Can’t contemplate a life without this
But I don’t need this, look, this is madness
Has to be a way out
Flick the pages, knowing the answer
Hate everything I see out of the window
Hair brushes roof as I go up the walls
Has to be more to life than this
Senseless waste of human ability
Has to be another way out of this mess
There’s no way out
There's no way round
Feels like forever, the minutes are hours
Tears mist the eyes as ten knuckles go white
Even mundane can annoy at this level
Don’t tell me, is this only Monday?

No Way Out

I wish I could crawl away somewhere
I wish I could curl up and die
The pain and the strain are too much to bear
Suicidal and I don’t know why

Come upstairs and talk to me
But you don’t cos you won’t so you just leave me be

Rotting in the trenches, I shiver within
My eyes are dull grey as the sockets sink in

Once upon a time, I had this idealistic notion
That everything you said would work out true
Now I check the rear view mirror as the dream falls back
Because the lies can all be traced to you

Walking the breadline back into my bed
This war in my head won't be stopped til I'm dead

Life of agony, each day is torment
Yet hope burns so bright it can keep you awake
The tablets are calling, the final encounter
One hour away from the painless escape

Through the glass I see myself at peace
A small price to pay, soldier status: deceased

Wargames

Never known a real friendship
Lived from choice a lonely man
Pushed away what I most needed
Couldn’t hope to understand
Why I feel this self-defeating
Hatred for the friends I know
Paranoia bursts the seams
One day all the cracks will show

Tomorrow, tomorrow
I will face a bright new future

Isolation is my nightmare
Thought of it makes me afraid
Losing those who used to like me
Fear of driving them away
Cannot stand being thought of badly
Wondering if I’m second rate
Driven man must seek an exit
Lack of help has sealed the fate

Tomorrow, tomorrow
I won’t face a bright new future
Tomorrow, tomorrow
I’ll still feel so damn alone
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Everyone I see will scare me
And I’ll be out there screaming on my own


All this fear is welling up inside me looking for release
Until I’m friends with all I know, I know I’ll never be at peace
I close my eyes but cannot close my ears to all the silent laughter
The sound of laughter, always laughter, drags me down into the ground
Another day, tomorrow still shows no way how to deal with all this
Self-inflicted misery - I know this won't be vindicated
Though I’m not the victim of these unsaid words, my mind won’t quit
My paranoia rules me now like trauma - must be shot of it

Tomorrow, tomorrow
I will face a bright new future
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Things will be better by some
Tomorrow, tomorrow,
I will be without my demons
Tomorrow never comes

Tomorrow


About Me

Bio

Multiple award-winning writer and journalist, and a lifelong fan of heavy music

CV/History

22 years as a writer in various professional disciplines, plus 32 years spent dissecting (and attempting to improve on) the lyrics of bands from 3 Colours Red to Yellowcard

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