The Future is Cancelled

...life in my various incarnations...

You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars
I’ve been living on the edge so long
Where the winds of limbo roar
And I’m young enough to look at
And far too old to see
All the scars are on the inside
I’m not sure that there’s anything left to me

Don’t let these shakes go on
It’s time we had a break from it
It’s time we had some leave
We’ve been living in the flames
We’ve been eating up our brains
Oh please don’t let these shakes go on

You ask me why I’m weary, why I can’t speak to you
You blame me for my silence say It’s time I changed and grew
But the war’s still going on, dear, and there’s no end that I know
And I can’t say if we’re ever...
I can’t say if were ever gonna be free

Don’t let these shakes go on
It’s time we had a break from it
It’s time we had some leave
We’ve been living in the flames
We’ve been eating out our brains
Oh please don’t let these shakes go on

You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars
My energy’s spent at last
And my armor is destroyed
I have used up all my weapons and I’m helpless and bereaved
Wounds are all I’m made of
Did I hear you say that this is victory?

Don’t let these shakes go on
It’s time we had a break from it
Send me to the rear
Where the tides of madness swell
And been sliding into hell
Oh please don’t let these shakes go on
Don’t let these shakes go on
Don’t let these shakes go on

Up from the ocean depths comes the jet-black Caucasian transvestite champion. Resplendent in warpaint, wampum beads and silk suit by Cardin, and vibragun, he returns to the napalmed ruins of London to resurrect his sister and wrest from the disgusting Bishop Beesley and his formidable henchwoman the black box which has diffracted the cosmos and set the world spinning at super-speed towards its own final solution. Lock up your daughters, hide your stash, keep to the shadows...

...Jerry Cornelius is back.