MYSTEREous return!

This is the Mystere so I don't care If you don't like the songs I write and share

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dunno yet.

so blatant in reality and haunts me should I sleep plagues my brain incessantly with a promise I can't keep It was never mine to make but the burden i must haul i may as well just quit than bang my head against it's wall

There's something going on in there that I don't understand I know I can get through it if you'd only hold my hand cursed by solitude because I'm just so fucking weird They tell me that they're there for me then they dissapeared

whatever will become of me now I'm on borrowed time let's hope you'll never need me later on down the line of course you know I'm there, as I always will be but what of my capacity? I guess in time we'll see

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Blinded by the substance

Normally I'm kind of shy. Unless of course I'm getting high. Cut it up, snort a line - toke a joint, I'll be fine. Everyone just passes by, but I don't care or wonder why. Kicking in, time to shine - hide it all, behind the wine.

Faces glare at me unknown. Seems my paranoia's grown. No such word, to define. The shivers up and down my spine. It's crowded here, I'm all alone, a shift in mood has changed the tone. Go beyond the exit sign. Make my own way, back to mine.

Looking back just in case, something bad is giving chase. Aimlessly without a clue, of where to go or what to do. I better quicken up my pace. But I'm so lost, what is this place. I find my thoughts have turned to you, I want to talk the whole night through.

Blinded by the substance that didactically praises you I realize you want greater things you want some thing to hold on to And it's no consolation when I run off leaving clouds of doubt It's when I leave sobriety my attitude can't go without

Before too long I'm at your door, but you assume I'm there for more. We have a little drink or two, till I pretend I want you too Relentless sex until we're sore, sex sex sex, just like before What the fuck did I just do, I didn't go there for a screw.

Now here comes my friend regret, to get all my excuses set I got a lot of stuff to sort, I want to watch the motor sport You're gonna want me back I bet, that night you won't let me forget I dread to argue my retort, I've got a girl in every port.

Blinded by the substance that didactically praises you I realize you want greater things you want some thing to hold on to And it's no consolation when I run off leaving clouds of doubt It's when I leave sobriety my attitude can't go without

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The amazing inglorious show

Roll up, roll up, the show is in town Have a seat and watch the clown Take as much piss as you need He's in chains so can't be freed

No escaping this compulsion Paying dues for your delusion With nothing left for me to stay You had to know I'd go away

Nothing good so none at all I don't want to hear you call No more now, I heard enough You don't like it? well that's tough

I tried your light but just can't see So live your life and leave mine be You no longer have that right I wonder how you sleep at night

Stage another inglorious show Take them young before they grow Coax them in with drink and blow Since they got nowhere else to go That's ok, cos you feel fine Had your box of cheap white wine What's the max, where's your line I know now you're no friend of mine

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Paradise found then lost

Searching for years for some where new Making a map of the towns I pass through I'm getting close, I believe it's true There is a place called me and you

Finally I saw it, Yes! paradise found I missed the junction and had to turn round When I got back it had vanished and gone Now I must ride on for another one

Sometimes I run going at full throttle Sometimes I sit here with this bottle Sometimes I roll and go with the flow Sometimes I don't even want to know

I've been North south east and west I plan the routes I think are best The twisty roads are such a test I often stop to take a rest

Some never know and never will Some need a kick to get the thrill Some say I'll find it on a pill But I can't go back up that hill

I'll find what I've been looking for It may turn up right at my door And when I do I won't let go The mystery will be on show

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Regrettable things I’d rather forget.

A Friday night after far too much beer I wouldn't have normally called him queer At the time I had to, it didn't seem rude He was holding hands with another dude

Regrettable things I'd rather forget I'll blame the drink again for that Wouldn't have happened if I was high I’d rise above and drift on by

That time stood in the taxi line after polishing off two bottles of wine They jumped the queue, I had to shout "Oi what the fuck is that all about"

Spewed my guts behind the huts It must have been that bag of nuts Though it was red just like the diesel yup - pissed again, it's just that evil

I signed my name in piss on a wall Then realized I was in my hall Now my flat smells like a subway I'll have to buy frabreeze on Monday

What's the problem with smoking spliffs It can heal what ails ya and smooth out rifts They say it can affect your brain But la la la la la la choo choo train (I know that I’ll be there again)

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Saturday night. I'm bored beyond belief,

I'm here again, once again here I am, On my own, by mysen , and I'm in a jam, just a text, just a call, nothing more, that's all. old friends would return, then watch me fall.

Saturday night. I'm bored beyond belief, There's nothing here, to give me some relief. I can't go out there, where temptations beckon It wouldn't take much to get back on that wagon.

I feel a need, an empty space to fill, A void of nowt, There is no thrill? I need a dog, or a girl to take out, To make me forget, this feeling of doubt.

I used to get it from a purple pill. Or a nice big joint, to help me chill. This Vodka's no good, it's making it worse, When will it end? this horrible curse.

Give me a spliff, or a pill or a line, Just once more, and then I'll be fine. Little things would then again amuse me. Instead my problems all choose to confuse me.

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mind sweeping - I'm not sleeping.

How many sheep do I have to count, what do I have to do? Relentless nights, my thoughts in doubt, until the day is new. A darkened room, my eyes closed tight can't suppress these silent screams. I've no dream weaver, no sandman, no way, no chance perhaps to dream.

TV laughing back at me, I've seen it all before. Computerized technology, becomes a social war. It's lonely at this time of day, with no one there to call. If they should answer anyway, It wouldn't help at all.

Dawn will break, rise and shine, Time to face what has begun. I'll shower and pretend I'm fine, although it's hard to face the sun. Not sure if I will last till noon, The morning seems to take so long. Then afternoon can't end too soon, my heavy head just plodding on.

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I don't roll that way no more.

The addiction to drugs was for me so strong, I quit 'cos everyone said it was wrong. My favorite pass time, now has gone, She's back in my thoughts, even after so long.

I don't roll that way no more, I couldn't remember what i did it for. Until i stopped, and now I'm sure, That I am sick, it was my cure.

Don't get me wrong, I won't go back, I can make it through, the craving attack. I can't help wondering, where am i going, and it don't look like these thoughts are slowing.

Unconditional love, won't let it so, but I want to hate her, for letting me go. Where is she now, is she having fun, I heard she married, then had a son.

This way of thinking is no good, From that old stone, I'll get no blood. Need something else, to ease the pain, Else every night, she'll be there again.

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