westid

before the aliens get here and since they fear the unknown we have about 25 minutes to remake the nineties but make it appear- that we knew everything was going to be alright fashion instead of frivolous unadulterated freedom we have ever seen on this wonderful planet. i wish i could make it in a delicate manufacturing process press it until it’s pure put a patent on it, and can it

no peace for the sleeping man suspended in time
no peace for the victim or the suspect in the medication line
no peace for the quietly grafter seein you right for his family
no peace for the solitary confiner who handled 1 thing badly
no peace for the trustworthy confider when there must be a way somehow
no peace for the gears of justice understanding ovation
no peace for the lads on IPP in all that situation ….
no peace for the worried with the love in their eyes
no peace for the solid got your back any time in your life
no peace for the innocent honesty shining bright beside the pantomime of lies
no peace for the nihilism recluse who doesn’t recognise
no peace for the things you have to sort out before you’re done on this planet
no peace for the benefit of the doubt man
no peace for the silent soul sees only beauty and love in the river
no peace for the tombstone dive right into the clearwater blue
no peace for the final instructions but hold fast that which is good
no peace for the real life’d platelets of oxyhaemoglobin in your blood
no peace for the living room pleasant street lookout how many dya want?
no peace for the sense i just can’t make of the little cunt
no peace for the taken out of context and put in the frame
no peace for the dapper don when he’s running the game
no peace for the lad who thought he was doin a favour ended up muggin himself
no peace for the extra 24 hour inquiry pacing up and down the cell
no peace for the listener who will sort you out royal and watch your back
no peace for the debt ridden bondage of servitude
no peace for the snake eyes you rolled when they were glancing up at you
no peace for the obsiquious mix of veneer and honesty you got to stand back
no peace for the clock spinning around not as fast as the electric meter
no peace for the burnout who needed to use the kitchen oven as a heater
no peace for the promise that paul made to may and held the torch high of her love for peter
no peace for the neighbours orbiting sirius, when he finally come to reach her
no peace for the people back on earth standing in the rain
no peace looking up at the sky and hoping there’s a molecule of truth in the thought of seeing you beautiful people again
no peace for the roulette wheel rider, in two minds about calling it a night
no peace for the colloquial critics who can’t stop reading even though they wonder who comes up with all this shite
no peace for the plagiar, wondering if he can breathe a bit of the good old days into us all again
no peace for the reverse engineer, trying to climb over waves and waves of obfuscated fear
no peace for the lucky loo rubbernecking it all in the street
no peace for all the black cars going up and down in this humidity and heat
no peace for the boiler plate backlash who don’t seem to really understand
no peace for the uncomfortable sleeper dreaming of this unfamiliar land
no peace for the blessed and the broken all the cancelled cavaliers waving dossiers filled up with the truth in their hand
no peace for the termination of employment do your job or you will be next
no peace for the unsuspecting worker looking round because work have sent them a text
no peace for the genius who somehow changed the word from direct to d’erect
no peace for the land grab lobbyist internment picking a quick UK country to come and collect
no peace for the machine feeding this nonsense to your children through a billion dollar social media platform on the internet
no peace for the blue and red washing over black and black their hands up against the wall
no peace for the gaffer at the custody suite who used reasonable force
no peace for the crude conscious all of a sudden constable who came up with a cunning curveball now the enquiry is properly running its course
no peace for the silver haired sergeant who knows that all this cloak and dagger isn’t their only resource
no peace for the no services three month recall not my problem now he’s all yours
no peace for the heil hitler walkie talkie acting like standing here is the same as smoking indoors
no peace for the baby mama who knows he will calm down one day and then we will be free
no peace for the hope one day there will be a place in that life for me
no peace for the right what’s next the future hasn’t happened yet
no peace for the suicide investment banker making his last stand hail mary million dollar bet
no peace for the human body taking flight as it jumps out of a plane with a wing suit into the sky
no peace now wipe that tear away from your eye
no peace for the awkward piece of the puzzle standing in the way of sorted for life now we’ve got it made
no peace but the handshake of carbon monoxide that thom yorke originally played
no peace for the sense of reasonable doubt for which that quiet life would be a good trade
no peace for the living legend waiting for a good moment to retire to the background away somehow
no peace for the living in the moment but that’s the current situation of here and now
no peace for that editor who waited for a bit first in case someone raised a hand
no peace for the regular run on the mile trying to find a quiet spot as a regular before all them mad friday people land
no peace for the hopeless when they really can’t just wave a magic wand
no peace for the absolute piss take it was the first time they filmed anything called james bond
no peace for the moon with the spectrum around it that burns its way through the clouds
no peace for the man who is trying to keep his virtue while he inevitably and through no fault of his own always ends up getting his point across to unfamiliar crowds
no peace for the completely overwhelming torrential cumulative response of dissatisfaction
no peace for constantly at any point now may somehow evoke an emotional reaction
no peace for the man himself i’ll see your face again someday
no peace for the mute button i could have you reaching for when i’d come to complain
no peace for lost soul but she keeps him inside her heart if that’s what it takes to completely eliminate all of my pain
no peace for the 28 degrees celsius impromptu cricket match that had to go back in because of the rain
no peace for the family man just trying to figure it all out
no peace for the sensationalist shockwave making you overlook what i’m all about
no peace for the system that will get you someway, you never know what but they always do
no peace for the 0.09% millionaire that took their chances even when they could have walked away with job done
no peace for the pace when the pressure’s on and you forget about that one thing you overlooked
no peace for the sunbathing solar flares who always find a way to lay there until you’re proper cooked
no peace for the cold shower could have been can’t really contain not my place to say
no peace for the just want to make sure you’ve got everything ready without someone for once trying to take me away
no peace i’ve got demons that most of you will never know in your life
no peace for the testing the patience little rumours and rhetoric running rife
no peace for the purveyed possibilities you can just lock your legs on and tie me down forever
no peace for running except away from the reality of what you had together
no peace for the vibrate rolling road block eyes
no peace for the cruelty to onions we need to stop it for everyone who cries
no peace for us in for the duration until all of us dies
no peace for the day that brings you face to face with the truth
no peace for the chance that nonsense is chalked down to the reality you had to grow up fast to understand in your youth
no peace for the one day when we’re big enough if we stick together i reckon we can take him
no peace for any convenient compromise that they’re going to have to find a way to make him
no peace for the want to see a trick look at me go daredevil incarnate
no peace for the scoffing hypocrisy pot kettle crack and that’s about the length of it
no peace for keeping that fucking dream alive nothing will ever overcome the strength of it
no peace for the mind mapping brain strategy who found a way to use more than just a tenth of it
no peace for the fool’s errand well meaning misleading way in which it went whichever ended up getting sent on it
no peace for the real grasp i have now on what all of that meticulous madness ended up taking place just to quickly get spent on it
no peace for the helicopter floodlight rooftop protest suddenly regret casually foolishly thinking fuck it and routine run of the mill got up out of his chair and went for it
no peace for the carpets that get pulled up and left outside in a big pile in a skip the moment the landlord thinks you won’t be good for the next 3 months rent for it
no peace for the drifters and their good friends because a little box to put themselves in didn’t exactly make their mind hell bent for it
no peace for now but if my intentions are good and pure anything they would have to say about how i made my way, they know in penance or purgatory – god or atheist question about to be answered once and for all, mind – i will find my own way somehow to repent for it