Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

weird.
wee ird.
we ir dee! we ir dee! we ir dee!
nah nah nah nah nah nah!

I been feelin a bit wee ird myself lately.
I can't explain it.
I'll try.....

The big weird

A phase of malaise.
A loss of praise,
for many many days,
in a resentful haze.

Silenced,
sorrowful,
watching
the very
jazz of me
sink,
drowning,
up to my eyes,
and no one
seems to be wise
to me anymore...

I been face down
on the floor,
snaking it
to the door...
wondering what
it's all for,
under the thumb
of religious whore.

Rebuilding my camp,
with brand new vamp,
I know a close call,
teaches most of all,
been kay ohed yes, but,
i'm gettin up my friends,
bruised and shaking out
from that underworld
again.....

Yes, truly weird,
times here.....
from darkly good,
headin back,
to the better lights
of you....

Hello all you weirdos
How you been?

H

missing you
missing you

stumbling through
missing you

Hester so weird
she straightens my beard

I don't know why
a rose is a rose

I think it is her name
a woman who bore no shame
who walked the walk
talked the talk
and men folk could never make her toe the mark
she followed her heart
true to herself