Archive for the 'Shitty Ain’t How It Always Is' Category

You Think You Know Me But Me, I Don’t.

Hey! Twenty pesos per photo! Julio get his wallet!   Oh, you knew me when I was twelve? How could you? I was never, ever twelve! I was fourteen and counting and growing so fast, the pressures were mounting mostly because Mama, she floundered and Dada, he pounded her, Pounded unsound to her, now Papa, […]

The Fool They Take Me For

No, he ain’t doin’ that. He ain’t goin’ there. He won’t say no. He just don’t care. Pretends he don’t hear. Pretends not to see. The bugger let’s world be, world be. Thank you, friend. Barry out.    

Freedom Fighter Marc Emery

He fought for sunday To be a day. Now fighting for cannabis To be a plant. Marc want things to be as they are. Untwisted by the ignorant. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

If I Didn’t Have Me To Talk To

He’s in solitary refinement. Got his big self on the line man. Takes a long step deep inside then It all goes away. No tomorrow, no today. Not a place he wants to stay But he flies around and plays. It’s a good life, he’s okay. He’s his best friend. Stood the test when Doubt […]

This Better Not Be Thinking Clearly

Fuck scrapes hurt. Better a clean cut or Shot through and through. Cause scrapes tend to remind, You’ve got bark missing, you. But… a few wee rubs won’t do You no harm. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

One Time Two Times

Shit needs two dimensions only To go absolutely sideways. Give it four or five dimensions Shit be sideways always. So… look out! You newby tenth dimensioner. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Fear Itself Is Enough

Shit’s already bad enough. You don’t have to make it up. Shit’s runnin’ over cup. Whaty-what-what? Whaty-what? Thank you, friend. Barry out.

You Couldn’t See Outa The Woods From Here

Catch me tamorry. I’ll have some then. I see mine comin’ Around the bend. It’s brangin’ glory And vast redemption. You’ll be on top boy There ain’t no question. So you ask me then pal. I’ll have it on me. No love need tradin’. This is us on free. Free, free, free, free! For me […]

He Wished She Had An Eye On Her Chin So She Could Watch Her Mouth

Smoke was drawn to him Wanted in his lungs Gettum up the ladder Coupla rungs Then he look down Says wipe that frown Off his face Thank you, friend. Barry out.

There’s A Joke And You Are In It

Two people walking down the street. One just sauntering, the other asleep. In front of a loud sign the two of them meet The sign says you saved! and to the other one speaks Says, I saved diligently all my life Saved up the good, the bad and the strife All it ever got me […]

He Wasn’t Emoting, He Was Moting. Building Himself A Big ‘Ol Moat.

Ya hide. From everyone and you. It’s gonna hafta do. You’ve learned it through and through. But if it’s what you’ve gotta do, Maybe try it with less boo hoo. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

An Abundance Of Funk

This will change your mind. You will find You can’t unwind Until you’ve climbed Every frame combined On purpose, To make you sing. Thank you, friend. Barry out .  

That Ain’t Enough To Hold Them Back

Got this dank, wet blanket. Want-cha put it on? Don’t have to wipe that smile from your face. With this blanket it be gone. Cause this blankety-blanket Covering you whole. This blankety-blanket Shading your goal. Bet this blankety-blanket Will not roll. It keeps you in these lonely places. Torchures you with smiling faces. Pain from […]

If All You Got Is Shit, Separate The Bad Shit From The Good.

You can hold your nose. You can close your eyes. You can plug you ears and fool your tastebuds And call yourself oh so wise. It’s only a disguise. For the other guys. And the other guys wives. But somewhere deep inside, You know… Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Yer Mind Is A Telescope. Tune At Beggar In.

Aim. FIRE! Ready… LOOKOUT! Aim. FIRE! INCOMING! Ready… MOVE! Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Amy G Dala Says There’s A Threat There

That snapping branch. That ignent glare. That shit I can’t take You anywhere fare. Shit’s leaving tracks Maybe you should too. Maybe make some tracks high on on happy ditch, High above the boo hoo hoo. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

When The Lord Don’t Know Whose Team Yer On

Ya play. Play hard. Let other players Play hard too. Just remember. Only playin’. Most other players Only playin’too. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

The Emotional Grid And Car Fifty-Four, Where Are You?

A right place at the Right time. Baby iss feels so clean! Grabba hunk! Get your chunk! Stand up inna boat! Paddle that American dream. But ain’t murican. South murican. Mexican or Canadian. It you baby! True baby! At the best you’ve ever been! Thank you, friend. Barry out.