Monthly Archives: October 2013

Na na na (MCR) Spoken Word Interpretation

Using the lyrics of the My Chemical Romance Song ‘Na na na (na na na na na na na na na)’, this is my spoken word interpretation, y’know for shits and giggles.

I Won’t Hurt You But My Car Will

You used to say
That it was less about me
And more my choices;
My driving,
The way I ate my food,
My clothing,
How I asked questions.
You were so tired
Of all those things,
So you fell asleep
On the bonnet of my car
One twilight night.
I revved the engine
And tore at the ground,
In that way you hate,
All screeching tyres
And dust clouds,
Leaving your vacant body
On the pile of rocks,
Right where you thought
I’d left my self respect,
Not anymore baby.

Lamenting Failure of Occupation Is Rife With Pointless Self Pity, But Please, Humour Me

Being a writer
Is sixty percent rejection
Two percent success
Thirty percent self hatred
And eight percent is stuck
In some bottle
Or in a take away cup
With lukewarm coffee
Chain smoking it’s way
Towards an early
Where you are too many
Naked bones
To find out
Is just starting
To give a shit about you

Apocalyptic Partner In Crime

Her hands, skin frayed at the tips
Arms red with heat and wear
As she stands in a humid,
Stench filled room
Surrounded by decaying,
Dirt encrusted walls.
Concrete coloured ooze slips past
A lid on a long browned stove top pot.
Waiting too long
Wanting too long
For the wish that he lives,
Stuck here instead
With a burly ogre sized cook
Wedging legs of bloodied beasts
Between hairy, sweaty pits
And ham fisted palms.
Waiting, watching, wishing.
With a sudden grunt and groan of a car
from the familiar moan of a well oiled engine,
She stares out the grimy window
To spot the blue of his hair
Catching back light in the driver seat.
Dropping her salt encrusted apron
She slips out silently
Through the warped,
Wrecked hinged door
To the safety of an unknown.
After the not knowing,
It’s all or nothing now,
In for a penny in for pound.
Lets do the damage
Not the bidding
Let’s win the war

Little Big Love

You’ve got a hole through your heart
I have a get away car
You’ve got a smile that could break walls
I have a bulletproof mouth
Let’s run rings around the criminals
And steal all of their money
(Those who beat us down)
Because if it’s not me and you
Then we are better off bleeding
Into a river
Feeding the earth.
I’d rather help
Than hinder
And I’d rather help you,
C’mon my little bandit
Let’s run.

Wasteland Apocalypse of the Future

His dirty, clay knotted, blue hair
Hung drenched in his own sweat
As he stared out into the neon flashed,
Black lucid backdrop of the night.
His adrenaline pushed him forward
Along with his ready car’s roar,
The guns at his hips,
And the belief that the only thing to face
Was his very own worst nightmare,
The only thing to fear
Was himself,
And the only thing able to change the present
Was a dream three years past,
Left buried with his body,
Two keys, a silver handgun and revenge.
They left him to rot,
But he rose, scratching, to fight again.
It was time to claim the past
By saving the future
From its own worst enemy
It’s maker
It’s father
It’s self.

My Art

Making art for art’s sake
Is like winning the lottery.
The world is so moving,
With its overwhelming beauty
Found inside all of it’s tragedy,
That I scarce know just where to begin.
A moment
Is long lost somewhere,
My art
Attempts at it’s retrieval.

Once, we were

I sit like a fossil reclining
Against this long forgotten tree,
Silently thoughtful against its bark,
Written like a love letter,
Scratched by hopeful hands,
Lapped up into the folds of growth.
Long gone love, a mere marking
Upon something far wiser.
I am the scratch, the thought
The intention, the proof
That once there was you and me
And once we were here
And once, long ago,
We were hopeful, innocent lovers.