Anthracite

The moon covers me

in the night

From all feelings felt

in the day

Chemicals cover me

in the light

From all feelings

I cannot say

The future covers me

and my sight

From the past

that blocks my way

Elbow Pete was an awful bloke and a terrible slimy bully

I kept it to myself but his head was never in the game fully

His head was no excuse but he’d killed folks with a nail and a bat

And we weren’t all angels and fairies, this town had seen to that

But he got around unafraid, breaking people just for fun

So I took action, made a plan and got a Big Arsed Gun

In the morning I took my B.A.G and a breakfast of coke and pie

Stepped to the street called courage and shot the bugger right in the eye

He wailed and squawked like a little sissy then fell down right on his ass

With a hand to his face but not yet dead all because his eye was glass

But it sure calmed him down and he was sorry, sorry for being such a dick

And thankful they were as I took a bow, now they know me, Ricochet Rick

The Avatar 1

A man in a suit the colour of a can

A worker ant this pale hollow man

Not sure why he is here but is anyway

With grey thoughts of his ultimate decay

Occasional thoughts drifting off wide and far

But its only fleeting, realising he’s just an Avatar

The Avatar 2

A man with no suit stands by the sea

A worker for land from all he did flee

Having many processions but left anyway

Leaving grey thoughts and their ultimate decay

Occasional thoughts drifting to the city afar

And on the sand it lay, the skin of the Avatar