Play Me Again

If you want me, you’ve got me - 

Try me, taste and buy me. 

I feel you when you look at me: 

A wave swelling over me, 

Lips swirling over my body. 

 

Get me where you want me: 

Play your game, 

For your satisfaction, 

Play me again. 

Any way you want me: 

Play the game, 

For satisfaction, 

Play me again. 

 

I come from faraway 

seeking a place to play - 

Heard sirens across the sea 

but they had no music for me. 

Then in the crimson dark, 

I heard magic in your laugh; 

Your smile unfolded, 

Bathing me down in your gold. 

 

Any way you want me: 

Play your game, 

For your satisfaction, 

Play me again. 

Get me where you want me: 

Play the game, 

For satisfaction, 

Play me again. 

 

I can hear you in your touch, 

Playing with magic, 

Warm caresses of my skin - 

You sweat salt on my tongue; 

You show me land where there was none. 

Naked rhythm murmuring, 

Covering me with you - 

The naked mystique of you. 

 

Get me where you want me: 

Play your game, 

For your satisfaction, 

Play me again. 

Any way you want me: 

Play the game, 

For satisfaction, 

Play me again. 

 

Words by Robert Walker

https://youtu.be/PoPdSDGUASU

Naughty Is Best

Someone I know is so naughty, 
Helping me up in all my glory: 
Bliss stretching up, touched by the sun - 
Like a sonic flare, the day has begun. 
In the inferno, she finds her way, 
Breathing in great aeons of shapes, 
Up and down in a fierce embrace, 
Claiming me. 
 
Naughty is best - 
Your naughty is best. 
Nicely or naughty - 
Her naughty is best. 
 
Seduced and burned, pulling me closer - 
Animal instinct sliding on the bed. 
Vulnerable and deadly, soft and powerful: 
(Darkly, you draw me) 
Doom and bliss are both as one. 
Naughty not nasty -  
Nasty is ugly, nice is nice, 
But naughty… is fun… 
 
Yeah, naughty is best. 
Nicely or naughty - 
Naughty is best. 
Naughty, naughty, 
Naughty is best. 
 
Waking up at midnight: 
There’s a clawed monster in my bed, 
Unleashed, going bump in the night. 
And on the menu: 
My life in her hands, 
Doing what she has to do. 
She bit me hard; 
She left her mark; 
And now I’m naughty. 
 
I’m so naughty, 
Because naughty is best. 
Naughty, naughty, 
Naughty is best. 
 

Words and (some) Music by Robert Walker

https://youtu.be/1YCOIpbtlHA

Sweet Salvation

Had some time, had some life, had some fun, 
and tried to put out some. 
Love has met me and love has left me - 
When I’m done, what will come? 
 
When I’m done dying, lay my head on the ground; 
And there’s a simple sign, that I ain’t coming back: 
I’ll be six feet under ground. 
Sweet salvation – you know you will be mine; 
Sweet salvation – you know it’s been a long time. 
 
I looked back at those shining eyes - 
They said: 
“Listen. Yeah, listen well: 
Simple things still left to learn, 
Live your life, 
Wait your turn.” 
I asked them, “how, how can I know?” 
 
When I’m done dying, lay my head on the ground; 
And there’s a simple sign, that I ain’t coming back: 
I’ll be six feet under ground. 
Sweet salvation – you know you will be mine; 
Sweet salvation – you know it’s been a long time. 
 
“Not yet, go back; see you another time, 
Soon.” 
 
Sweet salvation… 
 

(some) Words by Robert Walker

https://youtu.be/jz0tL2S8gIE

Come Take It All

My bruises glow red hot; 
My bruises glow red hot; 
Love me hard or love me not. 
In time all things come back, 
Like a spinning wheel - 
It turns back to where we begin; 
Read the warning: 
“Beware!” 
Do you dare? 
 
What do you want from me? 
Do you want my sin? 
Do you feel my meaning? 
It’s where I’ve been; 
It’s where you’ve been; 
It’s sweat all over me. 
 
I can be what you want to see; 
I can be big or I can be small - 
Your choice, come take it all. 
Come take it all, 
Come take it all, all, all. 
 
Your choice for more poison; 
I can pretend to be what you hope to see - 
But what you need is so much more: 
Be who you are. 
 
What do you serve? 
You receive what you give 
and get what you deserve; 
In time, you lose what you steal - 
Sapped by illusion, dead by exhaustion, 
Self-gratified, but never satisfied. 
 
What do you want from me? 
Do you want my sin? 
Do you feel my meaning? 
It’s where I’ve been; 
It’s where you’ve been; 
It’s sweat all over me. 
 
I can be what you want to see; 
I can be big or I can be small - 
Your choice, come take it all. 
Come take it all, 
Come take it all, 
Come take it all, all, all. 
 
What you give comes back to you - 
Take only when you give your all. 
Come take it all, 
Come take it all, 
Come take it all, all, all, all. 
 
What you give comes back to you - 
So what do you want from me? 
If you want it all: 
Come take it all, 
Come take it all, all, all. 
Come take it all, come take it all. 
 
What do you really need? 
If you want it all: 
Come take it all, 
Come take it all, all, all, all. 
Come take it all, come take it all… 
 

Words by Robert Walker

https://youtu.be/ajJVdmp9-s8

Out of Your Cage

Late at night in your bed, 

too tired to sleep, 

replaying the whole day in my head - 

Even though you smile, 

you look at me like you want me dead. 

Something lingers in the shadows, 

a distant echo of your voice 

numbs the air, stirs the nothing; 

Nothing of nothing: 

No love, no pain, 

the numbness again. 

 

Out of your cage, 

Today’s the day I get away; 

Russian roulette’s not over yet - 

No risk when I’m already dead. 

Out of your cage. 

 

You hate me now the lock is broken… 

Time’s up! I’ve had my little hour. 

But you left me there years ago, 

as time dripped through the cracks, 

stuffed and stuck in glue. 

I escape now to see a sunrise… 

I want to feel, to feel how I want to feel - 

To feel my heart beating under a stone. 

 

Out of your cage, 

Today’s the day I get away; 

Russian roulette’s not over yet - 

No risk when I’m already dead. 

Out of your cage - 

No risk, I’m already dead; 

I’m already dead. 

 

Don’t ask me to plead guilty - 

Sweat lost in a bottle for cage treats. 

Not gonna do it no more, 

Enslaved to a shallow grave. 

Live or die trying… 

Live or die trying… 

Live or die trying. 

Today’s the day I get away; 

Today, today I get away - 

Today! 

 

Another day in your bed, 

Always too tired to sleep, 

Replaying last night in my head - 

Even though I smile 

I feel like I am sleep-talking dead. 

Something lingers in the shadows: 

A distant echo of my voice, 

Numbs the air, stirs the nothing - 

Nothing of nothing; 

No love and no pain, 

The numbness again. 

 

Out of your cage, 

Today’s the day I get away; 

Russian roulette’s not over yet - 

No risk when I’m already dead. 

Out of your cage - 

No risk, I’m already dead; 

I’m already dead. 

Today’s the day I get away… 

Today. 

 

Words by Robert Walker

https://youtu.be/zVCdHeAStsA

Do It

All things happen eventually, 
Slow then slower then fast 
and suddenly 
you appear from nowhere - 
The sparks light up everywhere. 
You and me, no time like this: 
One thousand miles starts with a kiss. 
One thousand miles starts suddenly - 
Surprise explodes into the air; 
Into a new day with you; 
Into one thousand miles for you. 
 
The slower the climb, 
the better the view - 
For you I’ll start the day 
(A new first step) 
With your kiss. 
 
One thousand miles 
starts with your first step, 
So do it, yeah just do it; 
Our journey starts 
right here, right now, 
So do it, yeah just do it; 
Start today, start now, start here, 
right now. 
One thousand miles - 
just do it; 
Yeah, we should do it: 
One thousand miles starts 
right now. 
 
So do it: 
A journey of one thousand miles 
starts with your kiss - 
So do it, with a kiss. 
Start each day 
(A new first step) 
With your kiss. 
 
One thousand miles 
starts with your first step, 
So do it, yeah just do it; 
Our journey starts 
right here, right now, 
So do it, yeah just do it; 
Start today, start now, start here, 
right now. 
One thousand miles - 
just do it; 
Yeah, we should do it: 
One thousand miles starts 
right now. 
 
So do it… 
Yeah, do it… 
We should 
Do it. 

 

Words by Robert Walker

https://youtu.be/B-6D32PW3HU

Growing Young

Everyone is crazy, everyone is sane - 
Different only by degrees. 
Anyone is pain, anyone is joy: 
All things are in all things. 
 
We were born, we will cry, we will laugh, 
And we will die. 
Our best is yet to come, 
Everyone is growing young. 
 
It takes some time to reach your prime - 
Don’t turn away, throw your hat in the ring, 
Just do your thing. 
Our best is yet to come, 
Everyone is growing young. 
 
Time is the great motivator 
to live now, not later; 
Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop, 
Give it another shot. 
 
Everyone is crazy, everyone is sane - 
Different only by degrees. 
Anyone is pain, anyone is joy: 
All things are in all things. 
 
Our best is yet to come, 
Everyone is growing young. 
 

Words by Robert Walker

https://youtu.be/dvGTk9uWvR4

Fake Truth

Fake truth: 
The gift for you. 
Paint it gold; put it on your finger 
and make you sold - 
The yellow glare for the change 
of some new clothes. 
It’s just a natural lie for you, 
for some big faker, fake-faking you; 
Faking you, making news 
with lines to control you. 
 
Breaking everything we know is exhausting - 
Fake truth is same old news, 
Same old lies spun round for you: 
Lies, lies, same old lies. 
So boring, so give me truth; 
Give me truth, give me truth; 
Give me 
The truth, the truth… 
The Truth. 
 
There’s a better view: 
It’s called “truth”, baby, not aimed to confuse; 
Not the same old news sunk under 
mess and confusion, mistrust of the other - 
Obscuring, misdirecting the mayhem in 
Dystopian pandemonium. 
(The great sweaty fakery 
feeding the crazy-crazy fake-fake fakery.) 
 
Breaking everything we know is exhausting - 
Fake truth is same old news, 
Same old lies spun round for you: 
Lies, lies, same old lies. 
So boring, so give me truth; 
Give me truth, give me truth; 
Give me 
The truth, the truth… 
The Truth. 
 
The same old news is boring banal; 
Right now, now, now is the real thing - 
Not some fake sloganised lies, 
unknown unknowns, 
dull, impure (fake, fake, fake, fake, fake) fakery - 
Fake, fake, fake, fake, fake, fake, fake… 
 
Fake truth is same old news - 
Same old lies spun round for you; 
Spun round for you, for you to die in the lie 
caught faking you; 
Fake, faking you: 
Puny lies, same old lies, faking you. 
 

Words by Robert Walker

https://youtu.be/GTxRPDXiILo

What I'm Told

The gamble’s the same; 
The outcome’s a game -  
Ratios rigged high up to blame. 
Forever growth; 
Debt to debt; 
Interest in interest to forget. 
Ratios are always the same, 
but now thousands are billions - 
Yeah, it all adds up again… 
In the slime, 
In the time, 
It takes to count away… 
The swamp sucks me back in again. 
 
I am so masturbating, 
Pleasing me daily - 
It’s all about me, baby: 
Look at me, me, me, me, me… 
Yeah, it’s what I’m told. 
 
Look at my body; 
Look at my face - 
Look at what I’m doing 
all over the place. 
Look at me: 
Fun little me; 
Dirty little me; 
Oh, poor little me! 
I love me; 
I hate me - 
“Crazy little me” 
on my bleeding knees, 
In the struggle of my troubles, 
Thoughts bought, 
Locked in shiny little knots; 
Written to order 
for my disorders, 
Pretending how to live. 
 
I am so masturbating, 
Pleasing me daily - 
It’s all about me, baby: 
Look at me, me, me, me, me… 
Yeah, it’s what I’m told. 
 
Another goal, 
Win or lose, is never as supposed - 
In the whirlpool of your mind, 
A palace is a hut, 
A hut a palace 
depending on you. 
I know the games; 
I know the rules; 
I know the script 
you think controls you - 
Completing what you’ve been told to do, 
Speaking lines, 
Being made the fool. 
Straight in line! 
The routine of a cold counting machine - 
What you thought you were supposed to do 
(Put there years ago), 
Feeding on you… 
Feed now on the life for you! 
 
I am so masturbating, 
Pleasing me daily - 
It’s all about me, baby: 
Look at me, me, me, me, me… 
Yeah, it’s what I’m told. 
 
It’s what I’m told - 
Yeah, oh yeah, it’s what I’m told. 
Let me please you daily - 
It’s not all about me, baby. 
Let me help you… 
I’ll help you with that… 
Let me please you, maybe. 
 

Words by Robert Walker

https://youtu.be/ikHI1TvpADQ

Blah De Blah

Tedium… 

Tedious conversation… 

Boring repeats, heard it all before:

Blah de blah, boring blah blah,

“How dare you, what about me?”

Blah blah, blah de blah blah,

boring, blah blah blah.

The same look in the eyes, the same scripted replies:

“I’m better than, I’m more than” - comparison of facades.

Seeking, needing the outrage;

fanning the flames, finding someone to blame.

Taught behaviour, taught script:

“Look at me! Aren’t I special. Give me a biscuit!”

“My happy versus your happy;”

“Aren’t I special because I conform.”

(Spoon fed some rules.)

Blah de blah, boring blah blah,

“How dare you, what about me?”

Blah blah blah, blah de blah blah,

boring, blah blah blah.

“Everybody must have the same opinion” - 

Nobody knows everything, even about one thing:

The more I see the less I know; the more I see the more I feel.

Explanations unfold, change colour and disappear into space -

The enormity and hugeness of limitless space…

Blah de blah, boring blah blah,

“How dare you, what about me?”

Blah blah, blah de blah blah,

boring, blah blah blah.

No need to be imprisoned by a side, by a tribe - 

Each day is different, rules are for machines.

Exceptions are for you.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

 

Words by Robert Walker

https://youtu.be/ghBak0m_M_c