all lyrics and poetry by Scott Batty
199 ? - 2010

an oriental lamp                      her hard high heels

candles                      a stone floor

keys                      his cough

books                      no music

a wooden floor                      television breath

paintings                      blue wind

hot tea                      a cold zoo

me                      you

His legs and arms strained like wire. She covered his eyes, then curled his head firmly towards the floor. She jabbed the glass into the side of his neck and sliced across his thin throat. She leaned heavily into the wound, pressing deeper into the kill-hole.

oil

grease

leather

rubber

velvet

steel

plastic

glass

water

oxygen

bandages

blood

city of mirrors

the EYE

the hook

the wall

the candle

the book

the smile

the laugh

the breath

the teeth

the drink

the nerves

the smoke

the waiting

the eye

the HOOK

city of mirrors

incarceration

containment

punishment

surveillance

rehabilitation

recovery

resistance

deception

manipulation

introspection

city of mirrors

conservatism

indifference

patience

perserverance

calculation

protocol

instruction

reflection

independance

incentive

city of mirrors

domination

blackmail

pollution

euthanasia

execution

extermination

rape

murder

constipation

pleasure

city of mirrors

cold boy / refuel me

cold boy / refuse me

cold boy / re-use me

O juvenile : blossom and decay

O juvenile : against silence

O juvenile : each new address = another burning nest

O juvenile : (don’t believe your dreams)

O juvenile : a defecating angel

O juvenile :       cocksure

trigger happy

                 sure – fire – sure –shot

     (secret neurotic)

O juvenile : nice eyes

O juvenile : nice ice

O juvenile : into minds

O juvenile : in two minds

O juvenile : you’re happy now

but you’ll be dead soon

you’ll be dead soon

but you’re happy now

O juvenile : learning to wear / this city / like a skin

O juvenile : losing another day

city of mirrors

Speech police

Sleep thieves

Snipers

Throat Cutters

Surgical Groupies

Machine birds

Machine birds are singing

the machine birds are screaming

these machine birds are killing me

Machine birds ! Machine birds !

and then my pianist put her hand through a window (she wanted

to hear « knuckle-fat sing ») Why ? « Why not. »

city of mirrors

(elation)

hot flower schools

pools of liver

traumatic perfume

young grey bodies

(INHALE)

CLIMBING TALKING FIGHTING PLAYING CRYING FARTING

FUCKING FLYING LAUGHING FALLING EATING HEALING

SLEEPING WALKING DYING TRYING SMILING DRINKING

SUCKING LYING FLOATING RUNNING LOVING CHEWING

TOUCHING RISING STABBING STROKING HATING GIVING

LOSING BREATHING TAKING FAKING SINKING KNOWING

honey boy is melting

sticking to the floor,

if there’s art in his face

I can’t see it anymore,

walk away, walk away

walk away, walk away

abandon ship, abandon ship

old heads rising

rising from the ground,

dry brains / wooden veins

not.a.single.sound

walk away, walk away

walk away, walk away

abandon ship, abandon ship

(you’re not so cool

when your goldtooth’s

comin’ loose, are you pal?

saving money won’t save your face.

A good pirate always shares his treasure.)

I don’t need a czar…..

an occasional star……

When you want to

when you want to

you know you can,

when you want to

when you want to

you know you can,

(sever the witch’s head)

(sever the witch’s head)

Expressive repression is killing you

Expressive repression is killing you

Your head is a house of concrete eczema

Your head is a house of concrete eczema

You gotta find a way

You gotta find a way

to stay to stay to stay

but status low

it just won’t go

you know you know you know

help me / hate me / help me / hate me

stop the drinking – start the thinking

[This is the night of the long knives]

hooked then cooked

cooked then sucked

sucked then fucked

a generous vagina

and a guilty cock

(future ruins)

And her first marriage failed

I was the ocean, I was the sea.

I was the sun, and I was the moon

So why are these children painting at me ?

So why are these children painting at me ?

born north of nowhere, looks like I die,

die south of somewhere, die south of somewhere

no one will ever notice when I'm gone

cos I'm only known for crazy eyebrows

is it he plastic flowers, in a big straw hat ?

now who's idea, who's idea was that ?

I take my time, I ain't no mug

slippin' past like a long, slow dryg

born north of nowhere, looks like I die,

die south of somewhere, sie south of somewhere

no one will ever notice when I'm gone

cos I'm only known for crazy eyebrows.

is it he plastic flowers ? is it he plastic flowers ?

born north of nowhere, looks like I die !

slippin' past like a long, slow dryg...

born north of nowhere, looks like I die...

die south of somewhere, die south of somewhere...

no one will ever notice when I'm gone...

I'm only known for crazy eyebrows...

is it he plastic flowers ? is it he plastic flowers ?

now who's idea, who's idea was that ?

born north of nowhere ! die south of somewhere !

born north of nowhere ! die south of somewhere !

So why are these children painting at me ? me !

why are these children painting at me ? me !

I was the ocean, I was the sea

I was the sun, and I was the moon.

A gentle breath rises

warming into earth,

the stiff soil splinters,

another fragile birth.

The brutal juice of growth

chokes the tunnels of my veins,

I no longer fear death

and the idea that death

is a looming spectre

or a dislocated presence,

I AM DEATH

I become the manifestation

of my own sceptic fears,

I AM FEAR

I am free to ease my breathing,

into infinite gentle sleep,

I AM FREEDOM

my young life rolls blind,

revolving in an air pocket of fate,

reality stings, seemingly demented,

I am the beating heart

of a near perfect circle ;

THIS FLIGHTLESS BIRD SOARS !

Daily we move, through circles of mist, lightly wrapped in Nature's breath,

her ancient trails carved in dust. Warm thoughts tremble, effortlessly

rising.

The flesh of reality transforms into the shadow of illusion. Primal

wordbirth overflows in our search for some proo f who we think we are.

Eyeballs are dipped into the red dust, f each waking moment. Decisions

ripen, and the search continue Fertile. Fruitful. Futile.

Our minds are empty, eager, virginal membranes. We are blessed with the

gift of knowing nothing. This theatre of skin and air entertains us,

mercilessly. Possible identities unfold, hidden beneath the mask of who we

think we were, are, and could be:

BOY KILLER CRIPPLE MAN FOOL ANARCHIST ARTIST LIAR GOD

INDIVIDUAL PUPPET THIEF GROUPIE JUNKIE PRIEST CHILD

BASTARD LOVER LEECH ANGEL DEVIL KING ENEMY FRAUD

TERRORIST FRIEND DAUGHTER WHORE CORPSE SAINT ADDICT

BITCH JOKER RECLUSE HERO PRINCESS FATHER BEAST

CONFORMIST FIGHTER PRINCE ABUSER LADY BABY HEALER

BROTHER NEIGHBOUR VICTIM MOTHER STRANGER SON REBEL

HUMAN.

Unmask the truth from the brittle bone of honesty. Embrace elation.

Embrace despair. Despair mobilises new strengths. All parts may make the

whole.

DOUBLE WHISKY

DOUBLE VISION

DOUBLE CHIN

DOUBLE DEATH

blue eyes

tight skin

a soft brain

a shaved head

a warm skull

thick blood

a fat vein

a stone wall

cells pressed

a skull cracked

flesh flaked

a head drained

a dry cry

all sucked

into silence

Shadow of the father, shadow of the mother

blood of the father, blood of the mother

the baby breathes

feeling her way along widening walls of womb,

towards unfamiliar smells and tremors,

glistening molluscs slide across her limbs

occasionally attaching themselves

and briefly sucking into her soft veins

wet mother groans :

genital muscle swells and cracks

separating into curtains of skin

as her bloodball begins to appear,

grunting blind

into the endless slits of light.

Wide eyed creatures

blaze in

sane

they ride the night

and her ragged mane,

a firedance bursts across the sky,

eroded stars unfold and fly

come ride the night

and her ragged mane,

come ride the night

and blaze in

sane

so go

spill yourself tonight

(when all the people here are sleeping)

spill yourself tonight

(while the spiritworld lies weeping)

spill yourself tonight

(with only suicide moths for friends)

spill yourself tonight

(an agony expanded, through a crippled crystal lens)

I would

if I could

but I can’t

so I won’t

Firefly :

growing poems

on her nipples,

pierced red erections

that fly in the wind

like Japanese prayer flags,

wrapped in sap

she pushes out her breasts,

enticing me to chew,

nipples tear and poems fall,

she lies back laughing

as we watch the blood tickle over

her soft white ribs.

I remember you, remember me

I remember you, remember me

Yes, I remember you, remember me ?

We were an altar and an open vein,

thin skin and red rain,

small smiles

shallow highs

warm flies

staying drunk,

Quietly

familiar feelings fold

implode

(and I remember you)

My autumn sun :

a winter disc

blinking behind clouds

crisp eye of the dead

(and I remember you)

It’s a freefall

This dying room – Our final womb

I remember you, remember me

I remember you, remember me

Yes, I remember you, remember me ?

We were an altar and an open vein,

thin skin and red rain,

small smiles

shallow highs

warm flies

staying drunk,

It happens. It’s not important.

It happens. It’s not important.

It simply happens.

I think I want to live

I think I want to give (my life away).

giving blood

smelling blood

rubbing blood

burning blood

pissing blood

drinking blood

BEING BLOOD

I want to climb high inside

the soul of a goddess,

walk under her wide ribs,

roll accross her veins,

light small fires

around the pink crust

of her anus,

then breathing naked

I'll unwrap and read

my scroll of prayers

written in

her name

Nipples

naked

slowly

hardening

rolled

between teeth

tiny pebbles

of blood

like red berries

bursting

flaking skins

breed brittle crusts,

a glistening tongue

lines a bloated spine,

we feast on a carpet

of eager limbs,

some broken,

some still warm

Hollow cheeks spit wide,

bones open

a smile drips through

from butt-fuck thrust,

anus hangs

anus hangs

Been alone, unknown, for far too long,

cracking the seed that houses my mind,

it's time to sit up, relax, and unwind,

at last I've slipped from cold cave, unseen,

guided by tales of land rich and green,

nothing less than a goddess will do,

eruptions of flesh to pull me through;

the devil grins from the top of a hill,

absorbing all movement, sat perfectly still,

he knows how I need and want more :

love and hate, peace and war,

I crave the golden spasms of the addict,

be they junkie, killer, lover or thief,

fires and feasts to sweeten each day,

god of all gods

I need and want more :

love and hate, peace and war.

I have power :

marks of punctuation hang in my verse

like baby axes.

On a warm bed. A honey head. Damp genitals. Sticky armpits. Aching neck. Body brping. Not sleeping. Turning. Rolling. Weeping. Dripping. At dawn. Not sleeping. Swallowing milk and biscuits. Under artificial light. Another painful red erection. Tight eyes. Bloodfarts. Hot and heavy. Not sleeping. Thinking about fucking. Fucking without thinking. I don't want to think I want to fuck. I don't want to fuck I want to thnk. I don't want to talk I want to fuck. I don't want to fuck I want to talk. I don't want to sleep I want to fuck. I don't want to fuck I want to sleep.

I can feel her heart beat.

Can she smell my dead meat ?

Sex fucks me up

The sex fucks me up

This fucks me up

Sex fuck

Sex fucks

Fucked by sex

Sex fucking

Sexed

My sex fucks you up

This sex fucks us up

Your sex fucks me up

Sex fucks us up

IN - THROUGH - OUT

consuming / digesting / excreting / repeating

INVITING

Attraction, addiction, withdrawal, jealousy,

admiration, fixation, tenderness,

the futility of endless fucking.

The simplicity of holding hands

simply

forgotten.

Fear is a bone

A bone in stone

when you've nowhere to turn,

when you're unable to learn,

when you've no love to waste,

when you've no peace to taste,

you turn in on yourself

light a fire

and burn

Oh, princess petal

(impaled in sky and forced to fly)

Oh, princess petal

(sweet honey toujours prozac sunny)

Oh, princess petal

warm meat spinning inside cold metal

Fear is a bone

A bone in stone

Never been happier

happy

here

hear

the whore moan

hormone

ring, sting, sing

delight, despite

NO LIGHT

I’m a nightwalker,

I give birth to spider-children,

see them crawl, watch them fall,

hidden in the damp grass,

I smell bodies coiled in bliss,

In a grave a naked couple

gently unfold inside each other,

Yes, I’m a nightwalker,

I give birth to spider-children,

see them crawl, watch them fall,

Yes, I’m a nightwalker -

floating though it all.

there’s nothing finer

than a blind diner

there’s nothing finer

than a deaf diner,

there’s nothing finer,

than a dumb diner

there’s nothing finer / nothing finer

there’s nothing finer

than sharing a minor

there’s nothing finer

than shaving a minor

there’s nothing finer

than slicing a minor

nothing finer / nothing finer

dreams of a diner

dreams of a diner

wet dreams of a diner

dreams of a diner

dreams of a diner

there’s nothing finer

than sharing a minor

there’s nothing finer

than shaving a minor

there’s nothing finer

than slicing a minor

nothing finer / nothing finer

don’t bore me with your fucking dreams,

bye-bye

fuck off and die

bye-bye

-    you’re watered and fed

-    and with these words

I thee shred,

an eye for a lie

an eye for a lie

-    smokebone mouthtramp

-    smokebone mouthtramp

-    smokebone mouthtramp

there’s nothing finer

than a blind diner

there’s nothing finer

than a deaf diner

there’s nothing finer

than a dumb diner

there’s nothing finer / nothing finer

got your soul on your back

got your soul on your back

whole thing’s gonna crack

whole thing’s gonna crack

‘cos sister blister’s burning black

‘cos sister blister’s burning black

ain’t no way back

ain’t no way back

there’s nothing finer

than a blind diner

there’s nothing finer

than a deaf diner

there’s nothing finer

than a dumb diner

there’s nothing finer / nothing finer

don’t bore me with your fucking dreams,

bye-bye

fuck off and die

bye-bye

-    you’re watered and fed

-    and with these words

I thee shred,

an eye for a lie

an eye for a lie

there’s nothing finer

than a blind diner

there’s nothing finer

dreams of a diner

wet dreams of a diner

dreams, dreams of a diner,

dreams, dreams of a diner,

nothing finer

dreams of a diner

dreams…………

pass me by (my love)

I am dead

You sit drinking flames

Never looking up

To notice ice-cracks

On my lip,

I am gone

Only existing

In the history

Of your skin.

Pink champagne, pink champagne, pink champagne,

sadders but wiser, sadder but wiser,

tongues fuse, tongues fuse, refuse,

small bird, dead and dying,

the sounds of masks

blue,red, brown, black,

Pink champagne, pink champagne, pink champagne,

Psychic stain, Psychic stain, f's your brain

Pink champagne ! pink champagne ! pink champagne !

anatomy of your family :

your rules of mealtime, steal time, steal time,

your rules of mealtime, steal time, steal time,

anatomy, of mine, of his, of her family,

anatomy, your rules of mealtime, steal time,

anatomy of YOUR family !

Razor girls and semen sacks, get

off my fucking fuckin' back !

Pink champagne ! pink champagne !

Anybody for pink champagne ?

                     pink champagne ?

Pink-champ-fuckin-pagne !

Pink chmapagne..... pink champagne.....

A bone in stone

together

we can be

the death of darkness,

our fat kisses

can burn holes

into death's black jaw.

Silly Billy listen to yourself

you can't think straight, you can't walk straight

Silly Billy you're a mess

This girl ain't laughing anymore

she don't want to hold your hand

she don't walk to take your home

cause Blood ain't funny anymore.

Who's the one to keep you in line

who's the one, who's the one

who's the one to show you a sign

who's the one, who's the one.

And then she came to me

with eyes marked HIV:

heavily into violence

heavily into violence

she fed me silver roses

from off a metal tray,

Liberty Bombhead

was showing me the way

she was positively silent

it was her pulverising gift,

she put her hand inside me

and gave my bowels a lift,

she poisoned me the day we met

with eyes marked HIV:

heavily into violence

heavily into violence

she fed me silver roses

from off a metal tray,

Liberty Bombhead

blew me away...

To bleed is to live. Clouds burst black, and air bones crack. Broken stars roll drunk through dawn : their winter cry embedded in sky. Tiny wings keep me afloat, theaded in honey. I am the ancient healer. The killer. The medicine man who sings as he flies. I am the cripple.

Moon dreams beam into the birthing stars. Ribs and hips unfold, semen sacks ache full. I am the drunken wizard, cloaked in their skin, the one who can cast any spell. My antlers; sacred tusks dipped in blood juice, puncturing golden cloud.

Existence blisters, but I journey to all worlds. I gorge myself on the ritual of this ceaseless search. Death can claim me, and be my guide. I float alone and trawl for the nectar that drips from sweet flesh. The black sun sweeps into my chest and rips out the heart. Cast out to roast in an open desert, my dry screams lie buried under a moutain of sand.

My spirit erupts; sickened and blessed. I am all things. I am nothing. I am the truth. All parts make the whole.

The dispossessed possess themselves. Loose thoughts scatter; blind echoes of intention. i scratch at the earth with my hands, bare. Dig a velvet tunnel, and enter gently. I line the walls whith sweat, warm piss. Print fresh wet tracks, next to fossils woven in rock. I relax and sit. Emptying the entrance to my mind. Tonight I'll bleed and pray, alone in joy.

Sinking beneath clouds is the vening sun. A melting nipple of burning copper.

Lying low in the highlands. A blood-poet. Gaining an element of control by admitting that he has no control. The nature of creativity regularly confronts him with the reality of his own sweet death. He experiences a kind of frozen psychosis, an initiation into skinlessness. Impaled in sky, forced to fly. The artist as hungry ghost, the hungry ghost as blood-poet. Private moments difficult to describe in detail-events that can only be recovered from. Through tis exhaution comes a fragment of peace, then warmth. An emotional ejaculation both horrific and serene.

The work itself exists on the faultline between the breakdown and the breakthrough. The artist is learning to drink the blood from the heart of a dying man. Passion must not be stopped - allow it to kill. Hunt down and feel each misguided thrill. Creativity is a wepaon that helps dilute thoughts of suicide. This needle of light punctures the spine of all blood-poets. Maybe saving lives.

Infancy scars

The looming spectre of the family unit can appear as a microcosm of unease, conflict, hallucination and love - like viewing the manifestations of any WAR.

Contradictory morals and beliefs are perfecly natural but may also lead to sex, slaughter, and agonising death. Infancy scars penetrate the mindscape of th young adult. He is a man giving birth to himself. A mutant King who must siphon reality from the fungus of myth. His art is the illumination of a small black hole, is the piercing pleasure of luminous bed-burns.

HIS DOVE OF PEACE

SWEATS BLOOD

There is a gash in the clouds and the sun bleeds through. I am blind to all of this. I stand untouch, unseen. The only light I see is the blackness of my own shadow. Love and touch no longer erupt inside my life. Death stands at the altar, begging to be my wife. The ash of the past rises likesmoke. Burning alone, I kneel in the heat. My body bursts into tongues offlame. Electric vainspill out over the sand. They wriggle and dance like a troup of blue lizards.

she said : I think I'll let you live

                   I think I'll let you sieve

                   another day,another day

                   I think I'll let you sieve

                   another day,another day

maybe it was me, or maybe it was you,

or all of us together

the what - the where - the who,

there not there, there not there

there

you don't take over the world takes over

you should know this by nomw, by now !

you don't take other the world takes over

you should know ths by nom, by now !

she said : I think I'll let you live

                   I think I'll let you sieve

                   another day,another day

-- top --

within the quiet mountain

of her soul

a fireball breathes,

soothing aching ribs

and gently melting ulcers,

heat rises,

wetting and widening

her hollow throat,

in silent preparation

for the return

of her soft voice.

join us at the wooden bar

join us at the wooden bar,

walk across the wooden bridge

walk across the wooden bridge,

share a pint of petrol with me

share a pint of petrol with me,

join us at the wooden bar

join us at the wooden bar,

(this sad temple / this sad temple)

why should I cross the road

to where I’m not wanted ?

join us at the wooden bar

join us at the wooden bar

I did service militaire in Germany

I did service militaire in Germany

listen to my wooden heart

listen to my wooden heart

… and I’ll give you anything

           I’ll give you anything

           I’ll give you anything

… yes he’ll give me everything

           he’ll give me everything

           he’ll give me everything