The mix tape I sent you from my childhood til now.
Had so many songs, It’s hard to fathom how.
One man was sewn all the way through,
One guy had a hand in more than a few.
He helped create and influence my musical taste.
He helped my idols set such a blistering pace.
That started me up and set me off to find.
The music I love, all set free from his hallowed grounds.
R.I.P. Martin Birch
If life were easy,
Would it be fun?
If not for the lows,
Would we feel we’d won?
If all was rosy,
If we didn’t clear the weeds.
Would the truth be known?
Would we find what we need?
If karma wasn’t a circle,
Would we just fall of life’s edge?
If we didn’t renew,
Would our souls be empty, dead?
I can’t remember innocence,
I once had it of that I’m sure.
That’s before I found pornography,
And a whole lot more behind that door.
I wonder if you can remember?
When you were whiter than white can be.
I wonder if you’ve forgotten it,
Or are your memories horny just like me?
In some ways I guess it’s sad,
That sex plays such a role in our lives.
In some ways I’m so glad,
Cos I love fucking I cannot deny.
So I’m not mourning my innocence’s loss,
Cos truly I’d rather the way we are.
I’m going to celebrate our sex,
And how it helps my wanting heart.