Golden brown

Golden brown

Never alone

No harm done

My only one

Never alone

Always alone

Golden Crown

What have I done

Texture Andromedan

I found

And there it goes

Goes til it’s gone

Modest sensation of dreaming

Sounds Remotely sounds like screaming

My lover is a cacodaemon

Draining my soul

And remnants of past

All done

All olone

But one too many

Get the job done

Two is company, three is a crowd

One is one too many

Oh, for you, too

Must be difficult for you

I beg the Gods to Turn Me Off

I’d like to not exist,

It’s my right to want to check out

If not then whose

Nazis would prefer Jews to live, too

Existing only to feel pain

An experiment

Yeah in my heroic majesty

I feel weird when Angel Of Death is on

Golden rule transgression

All alone

Always alone

She’s sayin she’s around

Always around

At All

Never going to be alone again

Does this mean what it seems times ten

Pathogen on my pillow

Angel demon be at my side

Not even traditional evil

Or when it blatantly is evil

They’re Acting…. Believe that shit?

Say it’s a performance

Stop pretending, perforate you

Always a god, never

Never alone

Got Five minutes?

Almost a Deity

But reliant on Bone

Come jump on mine 8)

Never a God

Always alone

See his photos?

Performance doing well don’t we all

Ain’t Nobody around

With no Golden Brown

I can’t stop crying

Boy, when u dance to Boys Don’t Cry, boy

Suggest what I should clown to

We’re golden brown

Never coming down

Never alone with golden brown

By myself but not alone

Turn it down like tone

You know I can’t, son

Gained a reason to live I didn’t want

I wasn’t looking for one

For the horse you’ve got much fonder

Than for me, and I wonder

If that’s a fair contest li ponder

Not stoned but still owned

My physical co-owned

A marigold amber colour system

We’re never never alone

Never afraid

Wearing a dressing gown

You can’t bring me down

Now I’m in a cell

Never apart

Never part us

No need to ask that which is known

Cried 41 times, I didn’t know

Didn’t know it was my Dads best song

Until a retroghost told me

He was my dads best friend

That is

Until someone had to go down

For the Fenchurch tickle

Put on The Hammer by Motörhead then

You are your fathers son now

Golden brown he heard

Why can’t i…

Develop a frown

Dig the groove

I feel him cry with me

Timmy why don’t u do something about it

My man

Always solo

Shoot golden brown

On our own

Shut em down

Shut em shut em down

Shut em down

Cant touch my golden brown

Is Known around cos threshold blown

Someone’s messing with my trout

Fish hating motherfucker

U could never Atone

U could attempt though

Thought, though…

What we are reduced to

Four years into a milllisecond

Here’s a thought-

Why don’t you





Never alone

Never again

Always around

Silence is golden


Then again

That plucky battery hen

Sometimes u need a Hey!

Notice me!m

I’m not invisible!

Do I smell ?

Aren’t I good enough or not good enough

Well at least one and probably the other

He likes silence?

There’s a lot of it in isolation

When you’re talking to yourself

And you’re all alone

And thieving guns lyrics by Axl Rose

They say I passed the test

They say I am the son of God

I’ll make sure to tell my Doctor

Cos he’s never heard that from ever

Vai comes like lava from a volcano

Lies come likes Roger

A stranger looking at my name

It’s wild outside, a white boy wilderness

Why would I strive to go outside

Outside is for the privelidged

It’s acid rain and oxygen deprivation

Lazer scars number 18 and Rog mutilation

Manipulation of brain systems

His memory shows he’s retarded too

Where did that come from,

Where did he come from

NothingAuthor Roger Francis AKA rog@littleandromeda.com AndroidPosted on Leave a commenton Life in my HeadEdit”Life in my Head”

Author: Roger Francis AKA rog@littleandromeda.com Android

Musician, Artist, Writer. Telepath. Psychic. Schizophrenic. Auteur. Cat Lover. Cheap, Seedy Quality. Undiagnosed For The Truest State. Happy. Free. Poor. Weird. Eccentric. Single. R. That’s R Hippy, in a PICU

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