CUT THE CORD – ALBUM INTRO TRACK


…Someone Try To Help Him, Good Morning Times Were Rare
Look Warning Signs Were There, He Tried To Tell’em
…In The Only Way He Knew How To
…Thru His Music Shout, Do It Louder
…Walk On Cross The Wire Hell
…Every Fourth Song Was A Cry For Help
…Had No Wealth Did He? Plus His Health Shitty!
…He Needs Help Quickly, Save Him From Self Pity
… Liver Playing Up Its Hard To Live A Day “Enough!”
…Ya Just Withering Away, Quit Taking Drugs
…Hard Holding It Down…
Had One Of His Black Outs In Front Of This Crack House And, No One Around
…First Breath One Step, Birth Next Comes Death
…The Words Left Unsaid, The Secrets Never Kept
The Man That Plays It Safe Feels Like, A Dummy Kids
…Wanna Hear Some Funny Shit? His Real Life Is Not The One He Lived
…Look Ahead And Prepare Or Look Back And Regret?
…But Wouldn’t Get Scared It Aint Happening Yet
…Life Is In You Today, You Make Your Own Tomorrows
…Make It Thu The Day For He That Stays At Home With Sorrows?
…That Person A Fool Toenail To His Hands
…For Earth Is A School Don’t Fail Your Exams
…Coz It’s Hot In The Headmasters Office
And You Aint Allowed To Leave, Last Stop Shit…
…Off On Another Tangent Learn How To Finish A Story
…I’m Busy Man Stop Being So Pissy And Finish It For Me!
…My Thoughts Are Like Mayflies In Winter So Hard To Get Hold’a
Lifespan That’s In Minutes In Its Finished They Start To Get Older
…And People I Can Hear’em Whispering
…They Say I Aint The Same I’ve Change They Fear I’m Missing
…Some Vital Element The Thing That Makes Us Human
..I Try To Tell’em “No Questions!” Fuck Are They Assuming?
…What Gave Me Joy? Why Ask Here…
…Our Baby Boy Died Last Year
…And I Write It I Don’t Talk About It
Hmm…That’s Strange Now I Just Thought About It
… I Felt Terribly, For You For You’re Without Wit
If You Don’t See It Helping Me This, Much Talked About Gift
…Well Let It Be,
My Poetry, To Me? Is Self-Therapy
And I, Giving You All Of Me Exposed Until The Fucking Death
Bleed Emotion Straight On The Page Until There Is Nuthin’ Left!
The Bigger Badder Pick Up The Pad Ta Dig Up The Data
B-B-Brap F-Figure Fatter Pitter Patter R-R-Rip A Rapper!
…See Lines Like Those Have Got Pointless
…But I Chose To Not Disappoint Yas
…Album Three A Crowning Achievement
How Am I Even Still Speaking Now I’m Greeting Take A Bow And I’m Leaving
The Crowd Aint Weeping Out And I’m Free And Seeking Eden Needing
A Higher Power To Believe In No More Album Releasing
A Vow? Indeed Retreat In The Mountain Breathe In
And Out But I’m Heaving Shower In The Fountain In The Evening This Evening…

…The Day They First Cut The Cord
…”Nurse Please Shut The Door”, The Public Roar
…Tears Flood The Court
Baby’s Eyes Old Man Looking Out He’s Lived And Loved Before
Growing Up School Was A Such A Bore, Lessons Whut Were Taught
To Me, I Don’t Know What The Fuck They’re For
…Sides I Got Chess Club At Four
Skateboarding Coz I Hate Walking Fucked Up My Jaw
…The Day Lightning Struck My Board
…My Spirit Flying Up Toward To Sky
Sank Down And I Went And Rubbed The Core
Switch Scenes High Above The Fort
Of Camelot And Like A Dove I Soar Mistletoe Sprig Clutched To Claw
…Alone… Plucked The Sword
From The Stone Scene Shifted Another Sort
Been Gifted With Stuff I Saw Like I Seen And Lived It
My Dreaming Vivid I Must Report…
The Priests Forked Tongue Must Retort… Just Assure
Us Ya Pure… Enough To Pour
The Blood Of The Lord In That Cup Ya Swore
You’re Pious Half Of You Are Liars Mug The Poor, Corrupted Warped
Angel Dust Ya Bought Devil Juice Not A Jug Of Water
In The Vatican Drugs To Snort
So Who The Fuck Are You To Judge The Whore?
Fast Forward …Straw Covered Floor Ahh Saw It
Saw The Cross On Which They Stuck The Lord Shame Touched With Awe
…Three Dimensions Is Enough Man Shove The Fourth
…Too Much Time On My Hands Why Suffer More?
…Back Home But Distraught
Pen And Pad From The Cupboard Drawer
Visions Fades So Thus I Draw… I Must Before
It Fades Too Late It Does Ignore
It Back To Familiar Surroundings Trust The Raw…
The Physical, My Stuff I Saw… Michael Jackson Glove I Sport,
Second Hand Duds I Wore, Hand Me Down Jacket Above The Door
And I…Wanted Much More, But We’re Poor
No Dough Bruv I Thought Times Were Rough Before
Back Then I Was Like Fuck The Law,
Nuthin’ Matters But The Score, And Bucks Of Course,
Shoplifting A Mug For Sure
Had No Sense Of Humour So Don’t Ask How I Picked Up The Store
Now These Days? I Don’t Do Nuthin’ But Record
…Found The Universal Song And On It Struck A Chord
Uh Oh Family Rift Every Week The Start Of Another War
…Used To Love To Talk Saying Much..
Stay In Touch Is It Really Such A Chore?
You And Ya Brother Ought To Have A Hug For Your
Sister, And A Kiss Fa Your Mother For
We By Now Are Much Matured, So We Should Ring Each Other More
…But Forgiveness Is A Long Road Some Find It Tough To Walk…
…No Need To Say Nuthin’ Uh, Just Applaud!..


Rukas 2014