Blind Fear: : Humour, Inspiration

Is blind fear blind?
Yes, it is
Is blind fear fear?
Yes, it is

Can blind fear see?
No, it can't
Can blind fear destroy?
Yes, it can

(Sydney, Australia - 2005)

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Fear Is Not A Fault

Fear is not a fault
There's no need to lay blame
Fear is not a fault
Though it can kill and maim

Fear is not a fault
And can be overcome
Fear is not a fault
Though it's usually not much fun

Fear can tighten around and around
Your mind needs to be gently unwound
All the wrinkles and knots smoothed away
To make for a much more enjoyable day

(Sydney, Australia - 2005)

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People's Lying

People's lying here, people's lying there
People's lying everywhere
People's dying here, people's dying there
People's dying everywhere

People's dying 'cos people's lying
People's crying 'cos people's lying
People's denying that they is lying
No-one's defying all this lying

Even people who's dying still keep lying
So more people's crying
More people's dying
'Cos people's only know lying

(Sydney, Australia - 2007)

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It's All Relative: : Humour

My mother’s brother’s sister’s name is Grace
She’s my aunt and likes to go from place to place
My mother’s sister’s brother’s name is Brad
He’s my uncle and he is my cousin’s Dad

My grandmother on my mother’s side
Is my maternal gran, she is my grandfather’s bride
She also is my father’s mother-in-law
And not surprisingly they often go to war

My cousin is the nephew of my mother
His father happens to be my mother’s brother
My aunty’s niece is in fact myself
If you're confused please don't look at me for help

(Sydney, Australia - 2005)

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Why Are You Running?

Why are you running so far, so fast?
What are you running from, may I ask?
I don't know, it's just something I must do
Those others are running, do you want to come too?

Why are you smoking so often, so deep
Surely that smoke stings your eyes, makes you weep
I don't know, it's just something I must do
Those others are smoking, do you want to smoke too?

You're all running, all smoking, but you don't know why
You just do it and do it, but it makes me cry
Because I don't like to see people themselves kill
When they don't know why but they do it still

(Sydney, Australia - 2003)

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More Torture, Why Not?

Smoke, withdrawal, smoke, withdrawal, you know the drill
There never really was any kind of thrill
Just a slow insidious torture that took over your life
Took from you the ability to thrive

You've suffered in silence, too afraid to speak out
Wanted to escape, but your mind filled with doubt
More torture for sure, escaping this curse
Better staying in prison, freedom would only be worse

Freedom, no, not for the likes of you
Only more punishment all your life through
You've suffered for years and deserve only more
True freedom, never, something you'll never score

(Sydney, Australia - 2006)

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Pavlov's Dog: Advanced Lesson

Pavlov was a psychologist, I think
Who supplied his dogs with food and drink
But always preceded the giving of the victuals
By ringing a bell, that was his ritual

The dogs became conditioned and would be begin salivating
Upon hearing the bell, which to the food they were relating
Their mind was programmed by this little tinkle
Though they didn't realise it, they had no inkle

The noise of a bell, though it didn't taste or smell like food
Got these dogs in a very hungry mood
Just like smokers are conditioned to relax and unwind
By inhaling noxious fumes which only confuse their mind

(Sydney, Australia - 2006)

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If You Believe

If you believe that black is white
Do you know that you'd never be right
If you believe that short is long
Do you know that you'd always be wrong

If you believe that left is right
You might give yourself a great big fright
If you believe that front is back
You might give yourself a heart attack

If you believe that in is in fact out
You'd spend all your life living in doubt
If you believe that up is really down
You'd probably wear a puzzled frown

If you believe with all of your heart
That there is only one way you could possibly start
The day, with a lungful of tobacco smoke
Do you know you'd be part of a very sad joke?

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Myths And Misconceptions

The tooth fairy's not real, nor is the Easter Bunny
It's your Mummy and Daddy who cough up the money
And Santa Claus with his red coat and sackful of gifts
He's just a fable, a fabrication, a myth

Now take the cigarette monster, huge and alarming
Many believe him to be, but he's actually quite charming
Once you get to know him, behind his fierce, brutish features
He's really the most amiable of creatures

But there are many who believe with an unswaying fervour
If you don't smoke a cigarette, he will commit murder
So they keep smoking constantly all through each and every day
And sadly don't realise that he just wants to play

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But It Makes Me Lots Of Money

Cigarette addiction kills people
But it makes me lots of money
It ruins their health
But it makes me lots of money
They cannot breathe properly
But it makes me lots of money
Their addiction causes them misery
But it makes me lots of money
A trillion cigarette butts pollute our earth daily
But it makes me lots of money
Cigarettes cause fires which burn many people to death
But it makes me lots of money
Parents buy cigarettes when their children need to eat
But it makes me lots of money
Cigarette smoke fills our bars and nightclubs, very unpleasant
But it makes me lots of money
Dirty ashtrays are disgusting
But it makes me lots of money
Why are you allowed to promote and sell such a disgusting product?
Because I've got lots of money

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