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Wednesday, December 8, 2010

This is kind of important.

I ain't interested in your fucking money games. If the only alternative is to knock myself off, then so be it.

Yeah, I'm not even bothering with warning about the expletives anymore. This competition culture ain't taking me alive. I'll sooner sit in a dank cell until AARP targets me than get involved in this shit. Selfish motherfuckers, the lot of you.

I don't have recordings of them, but I should go ahead and at least post the lyrics to two of my songs....... (they'll appear under this post)

Cheshire Adams - Society's Waste (lyrics)

(completed early this past Tuesday evening)


Set me aflame
On somebody's porch
Stamp me flat
Tryin' to put out the scorch
Hose me down
Wash me to the curb
Down the sewer
Where I shall not disturb

'Cause I'm society's waste
Created by man, given no plan
Society's taste is
Just do me away, however they can

All on this earth
Got a purpose to serve
Somewhere, someone
Got a hell of a nerve
To say I ain't got
Nor do I deserve
And so, with that
Down the toilet I curve

'Cause I'm society's waste
Got my own special zeus, gave me no use
Society's taste is
Gather the juice, and just let it loose on me

Leave me alone
Where nobody goes
Where I can just lie
And decompose
I'll just give way
To whatever grows
Could be a fungus
Or a nice bright rose
Or maybe I'm just dog food
Who knows? Who cares? Why should they?

'Cause I'm society's waste
Got creators who gave me nothing to do
Society's taste is
To have me just go POOF right into the blue
Society's waste, babe
Created by man, given no plan
Society's taste is
Just do me away, however they can

Cheshire Adams - Conundrum (lyrics)

(dated the end of September of 9)


People who don’t want to share
Impose their rules on those who do
If you just want to take it easy,
Well that’s just too bad for you
We gotta run like a pack of sled dogs
You step out of sync, get cast into the cold
If you survive until the end, you’ll be set free
To be pain-wracked, worn and old

It makes me not too keen on living
But I sure don’t want to die
Life could just be so much better
It makes me cry

Soulless sheep forsake the world
For goods that appeal to them
They see a member of their own kind
And somehow mistake them for an ATM
But I ain’t no bank or mint now
Never was, and I’ll never be
But they wear their legal shades ‘round
So that they don’t have to see

It makes me not too keen on living
But I sure don’t want to die
It makes me stew in stupefaction
And wonder why

I’ve learned of societies of yesteryear
Who could join their hands in song
They worked together and got on just fine
Until the white man came along
No antidepressant can bury the angst
Brought on by what we’ve become
Is there a chance at all for humanity
Or shall we beat the funeral drum?

It makes me not too keen on living
But a good life need not die
We can drown here in our sewage
Or we can fly