Array ( [sid] => 177538 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Chemical Rest [time] => 2014-01-06 23:01:21 [hometext] => When cocaine was fashionable…. [bodytext] => The booze, the cruise, the 12 o’clock news
TV dinners and mislaid shoes
Clothes in a heap; the body needs sleep
Odd woman out in a world of twos.

Las Vegas glasses; albums are dusty;
Bills on the counter; carpet is musty;

Pleasure’s too simple; work’s too hard;
Wallet’s too thin; thighs are like lard;
Turn the next card.

Hope comes at daybreak; there’s always tomorrow.
Sleep is the antidote; night is for sorrow.
How much can you borrow?

Make me a promise; tell me a lie; lovely white powder make me high.
It’s a turbulent affair; I come to you when no one’s there.
Show me a way, lead me astray; just don’t turn and walk away.


I’m the one who knows me best;
There’s me, and then there’s all the rest.
Love and comfort’s just a guest.
Chemical rest.

Crystal mystic; are we stoned? Tell me that I’m not alone. Take me home.

Siren promise, lift me up!
Mirrored dust of hate!
Suffocate this sorrow; manipulate my fate.
Razor clicking on the glass, I hear in you the sound
That hides behind a spoken word; the “truth” we think we’ve found.

What have we to make us wise? What have we but us?
Shall I be just a shimmer in the sparkling lumpy dust?
Inhale the lack of trust.
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Chemical Rest
Date: Monday, 6th January 2014 @ 11:01:21 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
The booze, the cruise, the 12 o’clock news
TV dinners and mislaid shoes
Clothes in a heap; the body needs sleep
Odd woman out in a world of twos.

Las Vegas glasses; albums are dusty;
Bills on the counter; carpet is musty;

Pleasure’s too simple; work’s too hard;
Wallet’s too thin; thighs are like lard;
Turn the next card.

Hope comes at daybreak; there’s always tomorrow.
Sleep is the antidote; night is for sorrow.
How much can you borrow?

Make me a promise; tell me a lie; lovely white powder make me high.
It’s a turbulent affair; I come to you when no one’s there.
Show me a way, lead me astray; just don’t turn and walk away.


I’m the one who knows me best;
There’s me, and then there’s all the rest.
Love and comfort’s just a guest.
Chemical rest.

Crystal mystic; are we stoned? Tell me that I’m not alone. Take me home.

Siren promise, lift me up!
Mirrored dust of hate!
Suffocate this sorrow; manipulate my fate.
Razor clicking on the glass, I hear in you the sound
That hides behind a spoken word; the “truth” we think we’ve found.

What have we to make us wise? What have we but us?
Shall I be just a shimmer in the sparkling lumpy dust?
Inhale the lack of trust.


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