Alcoholic Author - Jehst

«I'll tell you what I want… I want something now

This is the life like I left, you know what I mean?»

Like Bukowski the alcoholic author

Son of the devil, I’ll turn wine into water

My physical form’s a metaphor for disorder

Absorb the trauma, my status is borderline

And I am short of time, sure to find my keeper

Alive within reach of the reaper

The light sleeper, drifts deeper into darkness

Read my palm and see the evil of my forefather’s

Born after the last generation of gypsies

Moved from the sticks to the cities

Give me 26 characters for home sick travellers

Bi-centennial men, hunter gatherers

Who run with the scavengers and brave the dangers

My tongue a labyrinth in this maze of pages

Playin' David, I stand defiant to the last dying giant

The android man, I walk silent and talk science

The child who sought guidance

The war cry echoes through these blood-stained empires

«A man of many premonitions»

Jehst!

«Vagabond, scruffy little man from the wasteland»

«Moonjuice sipping, step-children of the Earth gods

Mixing Smirnoff with Dandelion & Burdock»

«A man of many premonitions»

Jehst!

«Vagabond, scruffy little man from the wasteland»

«Moonjuice sipping, step-children of the Earth gods»

«Speaking in barbed wire tongues»

Fascinated by the fire like a child try’na touch the flame

I seek change like a busker, but things stay much the same

Cut the weather vein, I hear blood water

Tapping out the lord’s morse code on my window pane

I rain dance 'till the harvest comes

Brave hearts keep beating to the hardest drums

Bastard sons are lost God’s long forgotton

Monolithic heads on this island gone rotten

On top of the world or on the bottom of the food chain

We stay the same but our fears take a new name

We’re all players so place your bets

You made your bed — lay in it and pray for the best

Death’s door stays open to all without prejudice

I’m the fifth element at war with my nemesis

Brain storm genesis, this is the start

My whole world’s overcast so I live in the dark

I adapt now my vision is sharp

Go home to my house made of glass and throw stones for a laugh

The favourite that came in last

I clutch at straws and I’m cut by a blade of grass

I’ve done enough for you, you’ve done nothing for me

I’m puffing the tree, the bloodshed you’re rushing to see

«Look we gotta hold ourselves together… we got to

See man if we go to pieces somebody out there’s gonna get us»

«Latest sports news off the street, boppers

Our friend’s are on second base and trying to make it all the way home

But the inside word is that the odds are against them

Stay tuned, boppers, stay tuned»