He needs help with his social conflictions made simple by the boy with no heart! He needs a purpose so roll your eyes here comes the picture we drew. He needs a part, he needs love. He needs confidence, trust, grief and a home. He wants tragedy, he wants the post cum epiphany. Constrictors come join us in song! Did I make entropy rife between lovers, family and home? Well I, I, Ive got confetti all over myself. Did I drop the third person act to show you how real I can be? Well I, I, Ive never been real in my life. Killed by lust and the call for better social conditions. Oh bludgeoned Firefly, I could not save your life to illuminate the night and show the pathway home. So with no guiding light Ill take refuge in this cold cityscape. Then well throw a party but only orphans are welcome! Well drink a bottle of wine to get drunk then head back to the shelter! And well need no one else, well raise these families of our own. On our own! On our own! Well raise that union flag alone. Schooled in the private system. Publicans are paid to listen. So he sings in the loneliest hotels hallways pretending they were his. Break, bind, heal and separate. One from romantics and two from idealists who signify all that I weigh. All that I weigh in worth as a father, a sibling, a son. By request of the old man that his body never lay out of ear shot of the towns bells. And through his words passed on at his funeral, if it does, dig me up and burn me. Burn it all and together well torch this portside town alive. Burn it down. With those ashes well make testament to the orphans. If they sing liberal chants and send you broke then nephew burn it down. If they sing stockade songs along the dock then nephew dig me up. Well scream so loud you wont hear those fucking bells. Ill dig you up myself and fill that empty space. Long grows the list of the live and dead pretenders who could not see the world as a purpose without fate. So thats us for now. Thoroughly dead and buried neck deep in guilt with heads held high. I did not say a word because it hurts to sleep. Awake as the same disgrace you always were cause it hurts to feel. And this dynasty of repeated verse will destroy us first. Well thats where it ends. The destruction of love, life and home on a recording I cant afford. Learning to walk with one foot in front of the other. Goodbye from the depths of my Fremantle heart.


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