The new convention

VERSE

Am

A journey into moments

G

A journey out of mind

F

A journey through the possible

Em

Collated and entwined

Telescopic netherworlds

Portals into space

Hyperplexic Ferris wheels

Cut up and replaced

CHORUS

F                               C

Welcome to the new invention 

G                                        F

Where everyone is an artist - Why would anyone disagree?

It's dark inside the great convention

Exhibitors are reminded to be uniformly free

VERSE

Pixelated prophecies

Prompted into being

Will we ever be able to

Believe in what we're seeing

Artistic instability

Call it what you will

It comes without a warranty

And this is not a drill

CHORUS

LYRICS

A journey into moments

A journey out of mind

A journey through the possible

Collated and entwined

Telescopic netherworlds

Portals into space

Hyperplexic Ferris wheels

Cut up and replaced

Welcome to the new invention 

Where everyone is an artist - Why would anyone disagree?

It's dark inside the great convention

Exhibitors are reminded to be uniformly free

Pixelated prophecies

Prompted into being

Will we ever be able to

Believe in what we're seeing

Artistic instability

Call it what you will

It comes without a warranty

And this is not a drill

Welcome to the new invention 

Where everyone is an artist - Why would anyone disagree?

It's dark inside the great convention

Exhibitors are reminded to be uniformly free

VERSE

Gaudi employed everywhere

Buildings that you drink

See your world as psychedelic

Or etched in pen and ink

A self-curated comedy

Or an open-source asylum?

No a digital dystopia

My poor poetic Byron

Democratised - homogenised

It's spherical despair

Comfortably curled up inside

An avocado chair

Pixelated prophecies

Prompted into being

Outsourcing imagination

Believe in what we're seeing

Artistic insecurities

Melovolently mined

All this time a filter setting?

How awfully unkind

Two Cokes for Paul Nelson

Two Cokes for Paul Nelson

(Murphy / Lethem / Stratford

These are the elements of a verse

Sherman cigarettes - but it gets worse

Footprints on the running board of his wall

And by the way his name was Paul

And let’s not talk of his fall … just yet

Oh starved to death – that’s what the tabloids say

But you know - I don’t see it that way

In fact for me - the opposite is true

Paul was a glutton for everything he loved and knew

From Orson Welles, Ross Macdonald, Howard Hawks, Raymond C, Chet B, PKD, and

Warren Z … oh The New York Dolls and me

So let’s take a seat at the Jackson Hole

Let’s raise two cokes and toast his soul

The soul of a man - our friend

Paul Nelson – Paul Nelson

A magnum forty-five and a snub-nose thirty-eight

But books can kill if you can’t get them straight

A paragraph, a sentence, to a starving mind

Some die for want of an opening line

Life on a shrinking editorial island

Paul couldn’t lie, he couldn’t lie

Hey Rod Stewart - bashed out on a lark

Typing as fast as Lester Bangs could bark

Paul the quiet man, living in a borrowed head

An enabler who couldn’t get out of bed

Marathon man in a hamburger booth

He told the truth, he told the truth - that’s Paul

Let’s take a seat at the Jackson Hole

Let’s raise two cokes to toast his soul

The soul of a man - our friend

Paul Nelson – Paul Nelson

Abiding mentor, with a guiding mind

Freeze-frame, isolate the details, and then rewind

A stickler for the director’s cut

His own mis-en-scene, he fell into a rut

Scraps on the cutting-room floor

Shut the door, shut the door, shut the door

Now somehow he lost his way and that’s a pity

But in the words of Norma Desmond

The movies got small not Paul not Paul not Paul not Paul

A drink at the Jackson Hole

Two cokes oh let’s toast his soul

The soul of a man

Our dear friend

Paul Nelson – Paul Nelson

The older you get, the more you live with ghosts

And that’s according to Nick Tosches

who’s now among them

And Paul …

Lagom

Strip the leaves
And pick out the flowers
Toast the seeds
And harness the flesh

May your cupboard
Be abundant with
Flavours and colours
And the produce you buy
Be exactly what you need

Not too much, Not too little,
Just right, Just right, Just right

No life is linear
All days are adventures
To enjoy or endure
And all food still matures
Without you in mind

One day you want pizza
The next you want pie
It’s kind of easy
If you eat what you buy

Not too much, Not too little,
Just right, Just right, Just right
Not too much, Not too little,
Just right, Just right, Just right

Always gonna be the same

I could spin a story that would make you freak

But I’m not thinking of ways to manipulate you - I don’t hate you

I just want you to enjoy your life

And I hope you’re a really good potato - Kato

I don’t wanna live in a stupid world

I don’t wanna live under their control

I don’t wanna buy all their useless shit

That should just be thrown in a giant pit

I don’t wanna be hooked on all these drugs

Pushed to fund someone's expensive rugs

I just wanna live and have some fun

I don’t need to feel like I have won

Cuz it’s gross

They’re lying to our faces

It’s a show

They stripped away their regulations

What we don’t know

Is that they multiplied their operations

So if we don’t vote

Then its always gonna be the same

Someone’s gotta play the adult in the room - with a broom

We can’t let these greedy fuckers take another dime - waste of time

I would rather be out on vacation - in another nation

But we seem to be living with some bad potatoes - Kato

I don’t wanna live in their stupid world

I don’t wanna live under their control

I don’t wanna buy all this useless shit

That should just be thrown in a giant pit

I don’t wanna be hooked on all their drugs

Pushed to fund someone's expensive rugs

I just wanna help out my fellow man

Any fucking way that I can

Cuz it’s gross

They’re lying to our faces

And it’s low

They bought a house with our donations

What we don’t know

Is that they buried all the allegations

So if we don’t vote

Then its always gonna be the same