Turning Right

[Iron_Weed]

Hello, been a very long while since I was last here, I wonder if anyone I once knew is still around. Well, anyway, sitting in this foreign country, with no friends for miles, I thought I'd submit my newest lyrics to you for approval, like I used to in the old days. Crit for crit of course, come at me with all you've got.

Turning Right


Falling awhirl
Of the Duke of Earl
The time on the clock
Said now
The blacks on my street
Looked so good to me
I was dancing
The pervert twirl

I'm turning right
I'm damning the mark inside
I'm turning right
Right on, right off
A familiar cough

Chasing a dream
White ape mournings
And the part in my hair
Is styled
Money, what money?
Work, what work?
Pick dirt
As the cleaning bile

I'm turning right
Darned frocks, mind if I prick your mind?
I'm turning right
Right on, right off
A familiar cough

Picking it up
From the sick of a cuff
And the children outside
Scream in pain or delight
No matter inside
What cellular rites?
And we cried
Have we already died?

I'm turning right
Spitting on coastlines, sugaring beehives
I'm turning right
Right on, right off
A familiar cough
Sweating the old stain off


Chris Barry-Goss, April 2009