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Haloed Cat

by Venetic ®

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1.
Celeste 02:15
Instrumental
2.
The sun’s rays shine down on me Warming my face Birds sing overhead Butterflies flit past Trees sway gently in the breeze A gecko crawls by The cat trots alongside me Trying to keep apace Morning Glory’s all over the place An inexorable tide Wattles bend over the drive It looks like an arcade The nosy neighbour spies on me She thinks I’m no good I smile and bend down to pet the cat And pay her no mind Will there be bills or fees to pay? A summons from the courts? A pile of unwanted electoral guff? Or some circulars for wrapping scraps? Some plasticware or clothes catalogue? A flyer for some crummy sale? Or a letter from Reader’s Digest Telling me to reply to them without fail? Then when I look inside the box There’s nothing there at all I close the flap Breathe a sigh of relief And then I’m on my way The sun shines down on me Warming my face Birds sing overhead Butterflies flit past Trees sway gently in the breeze A gecko crawls by The cat trots alongside me Trying to keep apace I feel the warmth shine down on me As the drive turns to a road I’m out the gate I’m on my way Free of burdens Free of loads (repeat from “The sun shines…)
3.
Toronto Vice 03:12
She staggers down Queen Street With the look in her eyes Of a fawn caught in the headlights Offering herself to every man In her path Something about it just don’t look right CHORUS: Watch out! Coz they’ve got a quota Watch out! Coz they’ve got to score Watch out! Coz they’re up for a promotion And it ain’t the luck of the draw Men turn away and Swerve to avoid her None of them want to know It’s as plain as day She’s no crazy or hooker Or some crack addict looking to score CHORUS Further up the road Oh what a surprise There’s a man in an unmarked car Watching and waiting To give the word As she closes in on her mark CHORUS
4.
Steel girders push back the sky The suits move out of the way They turn and avert their gaze Hope it won’t be them some day CHORUS: And the rain comes (keeps) tumbling down It pours down on my face The rain keeps falling (tumbling) down Gastown’s changing its face But it can’t decide which way to go Soup kitchens, whores and drugs? Or haute cuisine for wealthy so and so’s? CHORUS On Granville Street I watch cars Look in pawn shop windows and bars There’s no service there for me Not a hope without cash or ID “You can’t come in here - move on! No point in looking all forlorn Time to get up and be gone Come on pal - move along!” Kitsilano’s a bustling place Little boutiques line the road Since the sixties it’s changed its face Where did all the hippies go? CHORUS Have you got some change? Hey buddy have you got some change? Hey buddy how about some change? Buddy have you got some change? Please can you give me some change? I wanna coffee - how about some change? Yeah how about some change? How ‘bout it - how about some change? Say can you gimme some change? Just a bit of change Yeah a bit of change I wanna bit of change! Just a bit of change! I want change! I want some change! Hey you! How ‘bout some change motherfucker! Gimme some fuckin’ change! I want some fuckin’ change! Gimme some money you prick!
5.
On Rue St-Denis the cars all zoom by Beggars jingle cups and stare you in the eye On Rue St-Denis the women’s heels are high Sex on legs and they do it all with style On Rue St-Denis the shops have bright signs Neon and exotic names to keep up with the times Shoppers hurry to go and give the goods a try Slap it on the card - don’t worry if the price is high Women dress in black and wear dark glasses Men look at them and wanna make passes There’s a lot of tension and furtive glances On Rue St-Denis you can walk for miles The sun shines bright and people crack smiles On Rue St-Denis the traffic flies by On Rue St-Denis you hope it’ll never end!
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They roam around like beasts in a zoo Looking for liquor, looking for a screw Stumble about and shout in the dark Make a big racket - it’s nothing but a lark The booze makes ‘em mad, the pills drive ‘em insane They just wanna get off, and shut down their brains Cause a ruckus, start a great fight It makes ‘em feel big, it makes ‘em feel alright When you know you’re gonna go out on the town Don’t let it bring you down When you face some clowns They try to screw you up, try and muck you around Or just run you down As they drive around They deaden their senses, muffle their minds Or even drink turps and hope they’ll go blind Sniff meths or inhale glue Stuff up their brains for want of things to do Stand in the street or on train tracks Waiting for an impact or someone to react Scream and complain and howl at the moon Some even get lucky and get a good screw Groping around like lepers in the dark Trying to control their errant body parts They wake up in the morning and wonder what they’ve done Who the hell that was and whether they’ve come When you got out you’d better watch out! They’re wild! They’re driving around (Hey you!) Cruising the streets (Yeah you buddy!) With their windows down (You like hockey?) They’re looking for you! (You know what you could be? The puck!) It really doesn’t matter much what they say Just get out of their way! (x8)
7.
You can chop it You can slice it You can beat it You can dice it But it keeps on coming back You can thrash it You can hack it You can bash it You can smack it But it keeps on coming back CHORUS: It keeps on coming back It keeps on coming back It keeps on coming back It keeps on coming back You can kick it You can shove it You can drop it You can heave it But it keeps on coming back You can slap it You can cheat it Even whack it Try and trap it But it keeps on coming back CHORUS It’s a curse Even worse Than the feeling When you’re hurting And it keeps on coming back They’re all lying It’s appalling When they’ve sworn It has no meaning And it keeps on coming back CHORUS
8.
There’s always some cretin saying what to do Get with the programme and stick with the crew Buttoned-down collars and repressed emotions Keep your thoughts quiet as you go through the motions They say you’ve got to do it even though you know you don’t Leave your brain at the door and abandon all hope CHORUS: I’ve got myself through some changes I’ve got myself through some trying times I’ve got myself through some changes Even though I thought I’d lose my mind You’re the breadwinner and the head of the home Surrounded by people yet you’re all alone Run around all day and wear yourself out You’ve got zero authority and very little clout Bearing their cross is nothing but a bind Drop it and go - leave it behind CHORUS
9.
Get a face job, tattoo your arse Get a gold card and fly first class Smirk from your Beemer as you cruise by Step on people and crush their careers Leave them helpless and living in fear Smile blandly as you kick them in the face Run your life like a survival game No room for losers; they’re down the drain Watch them scream as they go gurgling down Get a kick from the power and the glory A sense of purpose from your belief You know you’re on the right path All around you hatred’s burning Pig ignorance rules supreme An endless loop - it’s your bad dream Smash your head against the wall Break your teeth as you stagger and fall Try and laugh and grimace as you bleed Bend over and bite down hard Beg for mercy as she flogs you too hard It’s so hard to get some sort of relief Kneel down prostrate for God Beg absolution for emotional fraud Keel as the weight of your sins pins you down Your mind’s twisting and turning You’ll never feel at ease You’ve gotta break loose right now All around hatred’s burning Pig ignorance rules supreme A never-ending loop in your bad dream When you’re up there, flying high Don’t scream for help or bother crying If ever you fall and go tumbling down Coz way up there at the top Coming down it’s a very long drop There’ll be no one to catch you if you fall And as you’re hurtling in the slipstream Your face contorts like a bug on a screen Your arms reach out for some sort of handhold All those lies you told in the past All the victims you left in your path All the suicides and emotional wrecks You gasp for air, your heart beats loud You hear your pulse as you scream for help But it’s too late - you know you’re on your own You’re on your own (etc.)
10.
Something awakes you You don’t know what it is But now you’re awake In the middle of the night And you can’t get back to sleep She’s asleep Asleep like a log And it’s driving you mad Sooo mad Sooo mad Sooo mad You don’t know what to do Lying there on your back Pinned to the bed Feeling… helpless Stretched out in the dark With your thoughts Rolling around in your head Like marbles in a bowl You get up and go and get some milk And stare at the light in the fridge Stare at the milk in the fridge And the rotting veges and the mouldy cheese Then you close the fridge And wonder what the hell you’re doing there It’s not even your house any more It’s not your home any more There’s nothing of yours any more She’s put fucking doilies up on the wall And you’re looking at them and you’re thinking “shit!” There’s got to be something better - better than this Tunnel vision life Society’s expectations on your shoulders And that incessant little voice: “You’ve gotta do this You’ve gotta do that You need to look good You can’t think that No you can’t think that… At all” You slam down the glass And climb back into bed And look back at the ceiling There’s not much you can do (x4) There’s no one you can turn to No one to talk to No one to speak to No one to ask Whatcha going to do? No one (x8)
11.
As I sit in the café watching the snow I feel my anger grow At your latest show You always speak your mind You think I move too slow Well I need you to know I want you to go Why don’t you just go? Go I want you to go Why don’t you just go? Why don’t you just go? Go I want you to go Why don’t you just go? You know I’m better off if you leave me alone Than have you putting me down Slag me off around town You always build me up just to knock me down And now my face is a frown You’d best get out of town Why don’t you just go? Grow old on your own? I want you to go Why don’t you just go? Why don’t you just go? Moulder all alone I want you to go I need you to go So go and find yourself your perfect man The optimal catch The man of your dreams But I wonder just how long he’ll put up with you And what you do Before he turns around and screams: I want you to go Why don’t you just go? I want you to go I need you to go I want you to go Why don’t you just go? I need you to go I want you to go I want you to go I need you to go Why don’t you just go? I want you to go I want you to go Grow old on your own I want you to go I need you to go
12.
Her mind turns circles Stuck in four walls She watches the clock Waits for his call Solitude squeezes her In its grasp She thinks of her parents Of things in the past Sympathy and suffering Her stock in trade Make her feel righteous But she can’t get away CHORUS: There’s no if’s, but’s or maybe’s No time for happenstance No perhaps or possibilities You don’t get second chances You’d better have a firm hand No time for remonstrances Don’t lose your opportunity Don’t steal backward glances She feels so helpless So ill at ease Stuck in a marriage With a two-faced sleaze Lost in fantasies Spends days asleep Can’t believe this is How it’s gonna be She can’t face him Say how she feels Her only hope is He’ll give up and leave CHORUS She waits at bedtime He soon falls asleep All worn out After a long week She watches his stomach Rise and fall A stroke of her knife’ll Soon end it all Three strokes later She’s not had enough She pulls back the sheets There’s still one thing to cut CHORUS

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A noise fest, involving a trip to Canada, among other places.

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released December 1, 2006

(c) Wayne Stuart McCallum

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Venetic ® New Zealand

Since 2002, Venetic has independently released 10 albums with more on the way. Healed by the flames of purgatory, he is now back from the undead.

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