band

last day so they say by Alistair Chong

the start of the end
how many times has that been said?
but it's always heard
before we start and ahead
we'll be in the home straight
and we'll miss the nights we took
opportunities we wasted
and failing to look
for ourselves into the future.

as always

mortal concentration by Alistair Chong

hitting me in the chest
shattering my bulletproof vest
at a loss, what to do
missing you.
keeping find it hard to breathe
without you here with me
that's how it feels
missing you.

chill

spared by Alistair Chong

three classes and i'm fine
school is taking its sweet time
but it's alright
what else is there to do
i'm happy to be sitting
in this room
it's all downhill from here

The Glass Passenger

get me a GP by Alistair Chong

someone get me a GP underground
'cause i think i'm gonna die
i'm addicted to the sound of sound
it makes want want to survive
it gets me Crashin'
lifts me up and gets me Spinning
giving my heart a thrashing
and leaves me to sink or Swim
What Gets You Off?
did you find yourself in this too
or are you just a Suicide Blonde?
i don't know why you do.
can you see the stars, the galaxies
can you see past the cosmic dusted seas
Annie Use Your Telescope,
set your caged mind free.
but don't look too hard
your eyes are Bloodshot
we'll see the stars tomorrow too
they won't run from this story's plot.
watch falling stars Drop Out
The So Unknown falls to earth
and i can hear the shout
as dreams die and pain is birthed.
but girl, i'll use these Hammers and Strings,
A Lullaby i'll sing just for you
The Resolution we'll sing
and we'll find one from this two.
we'll save these Orphans and their fathers
from what we can't play
but we'll find the melody
as we explore these Caves.

someone get me a GP.

Jack's Mannequin

the glass passenger by Alistair Chong

i'm a glass passenger
listening to the sound appeal
reverberating off this glass
and this is how it feels
the shuddering and the life
shaking down these walls i'm in
washing the senses and letting me go
and shattering this prisoner's inn

i'm a glass passenger
waiting for this crystal train
to take me out once more
smooth the splinters from this pain
forty-one days slowly pass along
i'm finding the notes i write
being sung by your song

but it's still a sweet lullaby

one day more

hitting water by Alistair Chong

one day more
ready for this
i'll walk to this edge
i'm jumping in
six feet down and the clear water waits
and i'll hit it with my heart in my mouth
so dive.

ideas

strings by Alistair Chong

songs are born
the words run through my head
untamed children
laugh and play their games
my mind is a mess
just let me put it on paper
these words echo through my mind
no plae to put a melody line
let me press these keys
i can hear the piano echoing my heart
but it doesn't feel just right.

finite solution

desert by Alistair Chong

it's hard to choose what you need
or what we want
it's hard to choose where my feet
are going for once
or to see anything at all

throat

attitude by Alistair Chong

you wake
and you're warm inside
and there's just that feeling
that life is okay.
you sit up
and you realise
that maybe, just maybe
you'll enjoy today.
there's something more than you
there's something to live for

futures deciding

the people by Alistair Chong

the world is in your hands
the future you hold it here
choose and make a stance
or live in crowded fears
who will take the reign
who can lift this weight
and bear it on his shoulders?
time tells, as it always does.

cup

pedigree by Alistair Chong

the race that stops a nation
you can be miles away
but when you hear the thunder down the straight
you can't help but feel your heart quicken
and it goes down to the last hundred
you smile, and watch.
it's a marvel.

biology

relief by Alistair Chong

here goes
coming down to this
each word scartched in
tells the tale of days behind
blue words fill blackened lines
waiting until they're back.

catch it

trains and their by Alistair Chong

a much needed opening
a gap through the dark
the light crashes into this tunnel
and i can see the road
it's longing to be done.

papers

missed common by Alistair Chong

november days
nothing much to say
about where this has been
we'd fall from grace
only to pray
for some freedom within
some people go nowhere