STORIES
FROM THE BRIDGE
Stories from the Bridge high
burn
World turnin’ and people hurtin’ need to be heard
Nightly news team, beam research report
Call made international instant message is sort
After by the wheel churnin’ out the money for talk
A hundred thou dead, bled, next package is broad cast
Faster than last century data could blast
Part cold class, how we like the drama to spark.
Channel switch, contrast poor to rich
Hollywood media dyke yappin’ to fix fame
Lame takes with no one to blame
But herself for the things she had to do in the game
Where’s your brain or did your proper thought retract
Slack personal battles by the cattle that pack
Peer pressure lonely measure, fluent flu it spreads
The bridge bellows by another story begins
War
torn earth, green faded
Mine product, boost stock, company weighted
Hospital sick kids, politic fibs
The gap burns bigger with the poor and the rich
(Beamed out, stories from the bridge) I remember
Tales linger longer gonna turn and send a message hit back
Think of all the shit inside the world
And be happy that for right now ya still in your world
I met a guy with a severed eye knowin’ he was bout to die
Sayin’ to appreciate your time so I hold it close
Every heart beat, whether it’s steep or flat
Keepin’ it cheap’ll only cheat you in the trap.
Night
and day, most of the coast strangled by storm communication delayed
Liquid descend and shower to mend
Hydrogen two oxygen stew leant
Reflourish sweet south east corner of state
QLD John Schluter weather wet at his feet
Hectopascal, barometric pressure decrease
Back to Kay with a plasma disaster treat
Imagine pristine weather, cirrus cloud wave
Smeared teather from the sun and it’s flame
Distant set, take the scope, size great claim
Stalk and perch prey upon rocks like a crane
Canary island explode to atom react shame
Foreign ruler reign southern hemispherical frame
Pacific stripped, pointless aim, horrific hit
I wonder why we trip and why the hell do we do this shit.
Next
glance Nikkei to Nasdaq,
finance statistic trippin on a bad track
Sad sack, I should have invested in gold,
sold my soul for a bullion cube money evolve
share price two points up now six points down
who really gives a fuck if you’re stressin the pound or dollar
wallowin’ pity maybe the city stiff collar swallowed your house
strip back debt following frown.
