--------song at sal----------------------------
Everyone is different
so what the hell is normal?
normal comes from ignorance
style over substance
There�s no given explanation
As to why I should be what
No reasons ever given
No rules, but expectations
So me and my blue jumper
Weren�t to your taste
You gave no time
to see behind my face
because you think your so hip
sharp suits around the town
you wouldn�t accept Jesus
in his flowing dressing gown
That�s so shallow
Don�t you understand?
what I look like isn�t who I am
BBQ for the cool and hip
went somehow + I scare some chick
hollow politeness, but was not accepted
deep inside I feel rejected
No geeks, no freaks
Was that really necessary?
I�m a person
Not a fashion accessory
no normal - only average
the straps of a loose cage
but step outside them boundaries
then you�re being strange
The blanket covered skin
Deflects depths for a while
a rotten gangly creature
wrapped in sheets of style
The warped and pitted wardrobe
below thin shiny paint
structure buckles beneath it all
It can�t be what it ain�t
it�s not special
to be plucked off the shelf
cloaked in the illfitting
cos you haven�t found yourself
Open your mind as wide as your eyes
else
everything about you is plagiarised
Want to transmit the right vibes
give out the right signs
fake masks soon slip away
Just takes a little time
It's not what you are - it's what you show
It's not what's there it's what is known
People dislike others
On truth not impression
Not piles of absent knowledge
towers of ignorance
pressure to compromise
act like they foresee
when I�m
strong enough to be different
strong enough to be me
hey man - don�t take this too seriously - but I was pissed off with that sal guy. He�s a cock! he failed the first year anyway as he took an essay off the Internet. What a dickhead!
Anyway � it took ages to write and I�m not totally convinced. I padded it out with some shit verses and th\at cos it was pissing me off.
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Not outside
but in your porch
it hurts to be outside
when it has been locked
mould in the sink
What if it isn�t for me?
if I don�t fit in?
Fashions change
people stay the same
I�m below you
but does that make you high?
perhaps above you
you can�t see the sky
Want to transmit the right vibes
no idelic image
no superficail grooming
can just be myself
so much patchy darkness
projecting
self made rays illude us
shades of what isn�t there
observent?
It don't bother me anymore