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jonbromichan · 4 years
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Fencing
Fencing I’m on the fence In my defence no fuck that, there’s nothing to defend I’d be pretending, listen, this shit is never ending, Jumping ship just ain’t on the cards, never has been, communication cogs, we need a dialogue, dial me in to the state you’re in and we can begin. It’s not a fence it’s a high wire, higher than the highest spire, in the entire galaxy, it’s a fucking tragedy what happened to me and now I’m writing it for you to see, I’m just trying to build some trust between me and my enemy, I need to see the other side, I will confide using honesty, it don’t come easy. But minds ain’t made up just because I say this, think it’s time to learn hypnosis, I’m a hypocrite, YouTube study time, sick of it. And isn’t it ironic how I love you? Strictly platonic, but I love you, I’m keeping the cancer goo at bay, no drive through either, it's had it’s day. So when the challenges of this and that begin, we’ll have a chat, you and I, we’ll have a gin - and tonic, still ironic how I love you!
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jonbromichan · 4 years
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Track selection for mixtape 2
In no particular order
Pointless shit Loose nut Shit magnet Forgot the milk Full blown tempah Don’t fade 2 black Quiz master crack The animals came in
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jonbromichan · 4 years
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NOBODY WANTS TO KNOW
nobody wants to know you keep pushing it, pushing it and pushing it though
nobody gives a shit they ain’t having it, enough's enough you don't fuck with Brian Clough
Nobody is listening to me, but don’t get fooled, they're doing the same to you, easily schooled
Nobody wants to know
just save it
don’t you get it yet?
nobody wants to know, i'll stop when you level up like  999 Braybrooks PARADROID every time
nobody gives a shit All too busy pretending to want to know, but they don't.
No one is listening friend They've all gone home, left you on your own, right round the bend
Nobody wants to know
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jonbromichan · 4 years
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Nobody knows me (1st edit)
baby i’m the best but nobody knows it, I mean, whats the point in letting folks hear my shit? see these scars on my skin,? see the state i'm in? think its time for another drink, make mine a gin,and tonic - 
its beyond ironic how I manipulate the sonic and mutate it's essence past caring past presents, yeah pass the parcel, I pray dont land on me,
I'm a shit ripper of paper, tear it all off in one go, all that time and effort wasted, I know. how can we be expected to grow when were consistently destroying the very things we bring into being?
the seeds that we sow, a future redundant before you can blink, this shit stinks I don’t think I can take it anymore, wheres the door,  see you on the second floor.
baby its a vest not a camouflage leotard, its tricky keeping my habits clean but im trying hard, i'm putting effort in, going to the proverbial gym each and every day, keeping the demons at bay,
you set me on a righteous path and please don’t laugh at this hymn I wrote to show you my devotion my utter love and dejection, mindless media infection, sans acception,
but don't take my word for it, no, its my word and i'm going to use it so, here we go baby it's a test of the thickest to find a way out of this mess they got us into,
this brain cancer goo, look, its all over you, get disinfected as quick as you can and ill meet you back here, trust me I've got the master plan.
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jonbromichan · 4 years
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Year of the mask (formerly Day Two )
When the anger from the madness subsided left only sadness, felt heavy in my eyelids. Now I rarely cry but this time I couldn't hold back the tide.
I found no solace, no peace of mind. whose life is  worth the sacrifice?  Tell me who deserves to die so that you can survive?
I get the symptoms, I really do, that is to say, not in a poorly way, no, I understand your behaviour, the way ya go about your day to day,
I'd love to say you're adding value but i'd be lying Those words you utter? cliched excuses and  i'm just not buying.
So here we are its the year of the mask, and I'm not so certain of the task I've been asked to undertake, but make no mistake, no. make no bones about it. If I could,  I'd change it,  make it like it was before, make it so my kids could walk freely among you, door to door, at the drop of my hat, like Tommy cooper, just like that, it would all be over, another chapter in the endeavour of humanity consigned to the shredder,I'd make it better, I'd do it in my sweater too, i'll comfort you, tell you you're not alone, bring down the drones of your mind watching you as you blindly skip along the yellow brick road, but this ain't no dream Dorothy, my dear. This fear is here for the duration, changing people, changing culture changing nations
and should we arrive at our destination together, then let us be forever in the hearts of each other.
Too many of us searching for the calm, too many self harmers, too many right wingers on the march. You can sense what we're living through but I put it to you that we don't have the foggiest,
not the slightest clue how we got here or where we're going to. is it true that the mask you wear is protecting others? your sisters and brothers?
  Please, I need to be enlightened, right now I just think you're frightened and besides it doesn't even fit you properly, see? the things slipped half way down your face revealing the terror in your eyes
my what a lonely place, what a space you occupy, its your prerecorded demands of do or die, but it wont be shown until after the watershed, until you've witnessed a whole nation cry on tv.
true sadness in their eyes, its not a lot to ask of the mask wearing guys and girls, give us a twirl, give us today our daily twix, this hour, our dirty fix, we all need it, we all feed on it, take it in turns, shed our seed on it.
believe in what the experts tell you, don't think twice cuz that’s when they hurt you most. they'll strip you of your sanity, they'll tell you the one to blame is me, 
but slowly and surely, the truth emerges, free to play, still get burned by in app purchases, no certainties no guarantees,
 just do what we ask in this, the year of the mask.
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jonbromichan · 4 years
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Day Two
I cried at work today as way too many of my fellow humans continued to ignore what is going on in the world atm. I’m grateful that I have found an outlet that helps me through to the next day. This one is for you, muthafuckers.
When the anger from the madness subsided left only sadness, felt heavy in my eyelids. Now I rarely cry but this time I couldn't hold back the tide. I found no solace, no peace of mind. whose life if worth the sacrifice?  Tell me who deserves to die so that you can survive? I get the symptoms, I really do, that is to say, not in a poorly way, no, I understand your behaviour, the way ya go about your day to day, I'd love to say you're adding value but i'd be lying Those words you utter? cliched excuses and  i'm not buying. I've had enough but it makes no nevermind, I don't think you understand, we've run out of time.
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jonbromichan · 4 years
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We Stay The Same
Times change, over and over again, but why do we stay the same? all in each others heads via tech, I mean, what the heck moving madness breakneck, speed its social greedier, give me your muthafucking feed, or i'll feed you to the media, what it's doing to you you haven't the first fucking clue , you're just letting it happen transfixed by the kidnapping, nae mugging of your privacy, it's right in front of your eyes, and you can't see or hear anything but the ones you let in. I really don't know where to begin this time, already two thirds done with this rhyme, Different time, different people, different lives, but we just stay the same,
its like we cant keep up we should all be strutting about with robotic stuff sticking out of  our souls and arsehole so we can regulate the flow better. yes i’m back in my sweater, feeling comfy is one of the few things that I'm clinging to right now, i'm a hypocrite, go on about too much sharing shit and I here I am doing it, still, I know that i'm a tosser, as big as any other you care to mention, ooh feeling the tension as I hear next door are building an extension.
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jonbromichan · 4 years
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SURVIVAL OF THE THICKEST
Survival of the thickest who's gonna be the quickest down the aisle, meanwhile the needy bleed and there's really no need. wft this greed  I mean, do you really need it, all that shit? is this what it's come down to? and I can tell you that its only gonna get worse, made me write this verse for fucks sake. jeez where's rikki lake when you need her? Binge watch box set, revival of the quickest don't miss this, its on ITV BBC one two three four five, no six or seven yet, wtf? im out of luck im not the fittest, so I have to use me brain someway, gotta be careful though cuz you can end up insane, Survivalistic nutters, splutter and utter nothing more that can enhance this game. and if its blame you want you've come to the wrong place, i'm only here to deliver flowers and rainbows. So the story goes, you've all gone insane.
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jonbromichan · 4 years
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point blank fate (work in progress)
zero humans still alive, How on earth did you think you were going to survive, how long until you realised There must be some confusion I thought that this was the logical conclusion. we live and then we die. Now whether we evolve perhaps thats the thing, maybe, what do I know, i'm as clueless as you but we wont see it through you and I, resist to ask why, like watching pigs fly, wondering why until the magic of the wondering dies, the day you die. its staring you in your face, It's your point blank fate. not going away, here to stay, until the day you fucking die.
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jonbromichan · 4 years
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jonbromichan · 4 years
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I am the Pontist.
Not a fuckin walrus.
Coochie coochie coo.
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jonbromichan · 4 years
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The time I went to town in the rain with my sister
She bought me my first space lego
We went with her fiance, Dave
They didn't have the spaceship so I got the buggy instead. I didn't mind. It was my first space Lego.
Driving home in the pouring rain.
I was happy
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jonbromichan · 4 years
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I’m tired. I notice the physical is joined at the hip to the mental. I notice it but fail in my efforts to control a bad episode of the spiral. Thing is, more sleep makes me feel like shit. I wish I could tap into this self destructive side. Not with the threat of elimination. I just want to understand. To move forward I need all of the emotions and feelings to come to the table. I hear you anger, I know you need to exist, but if self destruction is the chosen path, well, what’s the conclusion?
Too tired right now to think about this shit right now.
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jonbromichan · 4 years
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