Flake and bake

Shake the negs away
Shake the negs away
Shaken not stirred
Is the way to get blurred
By everyone else
who’s disappointment the peg on you
Gotta get some peace of mind
Yes peace of mind
Peace out

by kyoko cole


You’re the pot I’m the kettle

Blacktea Blues

Black Forever onto

the step of my rope 

One whiff 

of it all 

One sniff of glue

I just got to you

Black velvet underground 

And no sound 

like the one I was just in

The air has gotten thin

The only way to begin

 is to find a way to get out 

I don’t have any plans for the late reply  

The whole time I was having a good time 

Without you 

I don’t know 

what you want 

you like to be with you 

Black mirror of my dreams 

we kissed at the end of it all

and the rest of the road 

I still don’t have to ever see 

 time it was 

Time spent without you 

Without me

a bit like the last time 

A few years before 

A few years too soon 

Black is Forever to me please 

Black is Forever to you 

I don’t have the time to get it my way 

I just wasn’t a good reason 

to be with you 

Cause you let me know 

how much you like to stop 

So I can’t wait to get out if it all

I can’t wait to be the stranger stranger 

Thought a lot was more than most 

But it’s all a big mess up

You like to dress up as something else 

All the nights in my house 

Everyone saying same thing

 At the same time 

This was not a hit 

 Not a big deal 

 if we are not one 

We are but two

All black and blue 

While the Streets of them 

Keep going

Young people cross the seas 

Gather in the middle of nowhere

Back in Forever and nothing Black 

Along with the dogs

Still in the middle of few 

In the middle of black 

This is nothing new 

Dark and emptied 

Just the same as you 

Just the same as is was

Is Forever true

My love

I know I wasn’t very good to you
Or me
But I want to be
But can’t
When you are the way you are now
But you were my first real love
And I wanted you to be
The one to grow old with me
Now it seems
Like I’ll grow old
I’m sorry
But I won’t live my life
Always being sorry
For things I cannot change now
And you cannot let go
Love can grow
If you want it to
If you let it
But I can’t make you
Be the way you were
And have us be the way it was
It will never be that way again
Only can it be something better
Or not anything at all
And right now
You don’t care
If I fall
I guess
I need to go away
And maybe we’ll meet again
(In another life where we come back as cats)
I love you more than you will ever know
More than I show

by kyoko cole

i used to write (i’m writing now)

i used to write
my heart out
without any doubt
without any fright
but somewhere along the heartache and years
there seems to be a build up of unsound fears
that accumulate
in a frantic state
inside an emotional ride
takes me to the other side
sick and unfit
the only way out
is to move through it

be silent and still
and in the right state of mind
i find
and know myself
better than to let
any thing or anyone
me down –
the truth is those things don’t matter to me
i matter to me
knowing myself is what sets me free


pop! goes the ego!

pop those pills
with popular fills
And all the cheap thrills
to fill yourself
Up on
Pop those pills
it’s your ego that kills

all for the cool
all for the sake of
the image
you fake
as you drop names
And you play games
Gotta go
gotta feed your ego
gotta feed your beast

coast your way up
as you boast your way through
To the top of nothing
the nothing that’s you

c’mon baby

i know
sometimes it’s me
but i like you
and you’re worth it

i gotta let it in
(let you in)
and let it go
(let fear go)
and give up
the fight or flight
shit i do
that is never right
and never good
and never works out for me
this time
i want it
to be different
and as good as it can be



Check yourself

Your tone
Ain’t so fucking sweet
So maybe you should hear it
The way others do
And change your tone first
Before expecting others to

by kyoko cole

The 7 sins in everyone under the sun

Too much of a good thing
Doesn’t make it good
Fill your lid
Fill your kid
Of shit
A Bottomless pit
In most of everyone
Make it sick
from an over spill
the over kill
Will kill who 

Will kill you first
The rule
You fool
You must drink up
All the shit you think up
You think Is right
Is right for


And you alone 

To get more

You whore
Too much bad
Too much good
Too much sun
Too much fun
Too much of anything

Can make anyone come undone 
Too above
Too below
Too much of Anyone

You think you know 
Will only make you less than better
Less than good
Less than none
And further from yourself

You can  become

Go to a bar
Drink like a fish
Make a wish
Try to kill your thirst
Your hunger
Your hole

Your head


Before it kills you first
Smoke as much or as little as you want
then get yourself home
Fall sleep  stay awake
Not to stop
The Move and shake
Get the fuck away from

 and around
The ones who move and fake and only take take take 
The full round
But act the part and act the sound
too much nothing  is the only thing found 

You show one side 

And hide from the other
anywhere in between
Is less than whole 
You got too much shit

But you got no soul 

Under the sun
Under the gun
It’s never enough
To stop your run

Of something that is no longer even fun 

There’s  too much sin 

in everyone

by kyoko cole

the fever


She’s not a girl who
misses much
Do-do-do-do-do, oh yeah

She’s well acquainted
With the touch of a velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane

Man in the crowd
With the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots

Lying with his eyes
While his hands are busy
Working overtime

The soap impression of his wife
Which he ate and donated
to the National Trust

I need a fix cause I’m going down
Down to the bits that I’ve left up town
I need a fix cause I’m going down

Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun

Happiness is a warm gun
( bang bang shoot shoot )
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is
(bang bang shoot shoot)

When I hold you in my arms (oh yes)
When I feel my finger on your trigger (oh yes)
I know nobody can do me no harm
happiness is a warm gun, momma
Happiness is a warm gun
-Yes it is.
Happiness is a warm, yes it is…
Well don’t ya know that happiness is a warm gun, momma? (yeah)

by kyoko cole