Crap Songs From the Hole

A Poem

We love what we love,
(No we cannot justify)
For we love what we love
Even when we know not why.

And we want what we want,
(No we cannot change our mind)
For we want what we want
Even if it’s hard to find.

And we hate what we hate,
(Though we claim to rationalize)
For we hate what we hate
And neither one apologize

And we cry when we cry,
(No we cannot hold it in)
For we cry when we cry
And nothing else would satisfy.




song2

About the Mistress of the Ocean
And the seashell by the shore
Who were lovers of each other
Biding time alone before
The mighty Ocean went to sleep
And they turned lovers of the deep.

---But round a flaming branch of olive---
---Heretic whispers of her name---

“I traveled faster in the ocean,”
said the seashell to the shore,
“I can’t meet her anymore,
The way I used to do before;
Now shadows flicker and depart,
To drown my name among the stars.”



song1

You’ve heard my story
One too many times
It’s not for me to decide
Whether I’m right or wrong

Every September I tend to lose my mind
Lock the door, shut the window
I am smoking up inside

And you can sentence me oh anyhow you like
You’re my judge and you’re the jury
And I am guilty of my crime

You draw the shades and so
You let the sun inside
I thought it was a dream
But it’s alright; I’m still alive!

Come January I will toss out all our clothes
I don’t think we’re going to need them
But you’ll have to keep me warm

I like to watch you eat I’ve seen you once before
With cherry lips
I know you
And I know you know me too.

Sometimes you’re cruel to me.
Sometimes you’re cruel to me.



(for a badly recorded sample version of this song, contact umer khan, purveyor of poor quality music and sexual disasters)