CΩmαn - COmega MAlphaN

Hey folks, great to hear from you all and that you're all doing well. I hope to catch up with some of you over xmas/new years. Let me know what events are going on. My new email is coman at westnet dot com dot au. Hope to hear from you soon.

 So it's been, what, two years? I figure I might as well dust this out and see who's still around...

Yes, it's Coman here, bored, in Bunbury, and on the net again. Beware.

So what have I been doing?

Well, I'm teaching maths in Bunbury, and really loving it. I'm teaching Intro Calc this year (WHOO) so I get to do actual interesting and semi-challenging maths, it's great fun.

Still single, not really looking, Bunbury's not the easiest place in the world to find someone I'm looking for :P

Playing lots of Conquer Club - www.conquerclub.com - go have a look, play up to 4 games on online risk at a time without paying anything, or $20 per year for infinite games. Lots of fun, if anyone actually plays already, drop me a pm. User - Tieryn

Have been playing in a band called Schnapsadidium on and off for a while. Did a concert a while ago and have a recording of it. Will rip and upload here soon. Some of the songs I sung are lyriced below, some are new. It feels great to have something creative I've done recorded. I've never had that before, and it really feels fantastic. We've sort of split at the moment, but I'm hoping to be able to sing with them again soon. Pretty cool bunch of guys.

Anyway, that's me for now, please drop me a line and let me know all about how everything is doing with you!
Look forward to hearing from you :)
Coman

Current Location: Bunbury
Current Mood: rejuvenated

Chorus:
Back and forth In and out
Hear my silent brainbow shout
Back and forth In and out
Hear my silent brainbow shout

Browbeaten predator
terrified orator
something so secular
pseudospectacular

Drydocked fisherman
axleless caravan
grating harridan
faesexual paragon

Chorus:

knowledgeless teacher
faithless preacher
anomalous feature
sensuosity creature

internalised busrider
soft-spoken ghost writer
punch pulling ringfighter
jude driven bait biter

Chorus:

Chorus:

Sunblinded hypnotist
ill-confined escapist
silver tongued sales pitch
selfless distortured artist

Chorus:

Current Mood: frustrated

I've got so many possibilities,
on the horizon, poised and frozen,
in my fragility, naked indecision making it
hard for me to choose my inner prison naught to lose
but my clarity of vision cause I envision

a reality slit incision deep into the valley prism
precision aim depth and focus including claimed wealth
and notice the way you drain my lotus
refrain from what you've told us
blame it all on the hocus pocus

CHORUS:
And since we all fall in the middle be yourself and not your title,
fly your kite and write your bible so that others can rely on
listening to what you say, assured you're not just faking play,
work with honesty and safety, feel the love, life, fun and gaiety.

I'm magical, fanatical, radical, in the way that I'll
tackle your shackles break free the manacles
dangling helplessly mangling selfless free angles and
angels a new fangled arranger of stranger danger
coming through to change ya from the highway to the manger

I'm a reared paraiah more feared than bearded messiah
who inspires desire for something cleaner something freer
something greener something near and when I ascend you'll hear
how to mend this tear in us

CHORUS:
since we all fall in the middle be yourself and not your title,
fly your kite and write your bible so that others can rely on
listening to what you say, assured you're not just faking play,
work with honesty and safety, feel the love, life, fun and gaiety.

the fear of loving one another, and being loved in return as brothers,
sisters loving each other together
forever in never never land hand in hand
in ethereal spiel In the cleansing deeper water seek
out my sons and daughters and leak out the webs that caught us
spiral out and join the chorus of the universe inside us

I've been developing the thought that maybe within our own court
we won't be fraught with fear of naught and when you've bought my way of it all
we'll be further from the gates of hell, breaking through our snails shells
ringing out our steeple bells

CHORUS:
And since we all fall in the middle be yourself and not your title,
fly your kite and write your bible so that others can rely on
listening to what you say, assured you're not just faking play,
work with honesty and safety, feel the love, life, fun and gaiety.

So sum up between your brothers bum buddies make no babies
Sapien cells replicating madly like a cancer ridden patient
save the world from overpopulation with new founded optimism
find a cure for this schism of unhalted gigantism.

And divide between your sisters all the worry and the blisters,
share the load and keep the twisters from taking dorothy away.
Be the protons in the nuclei and let electrons circle
double helixing through time stabilising volatile thoughts of jealousy

CHORUS:
And since we all fall in the middle be yourself and not your title,
fly your kite and write your bible so that others can rely on
listening to what you say, assured you're not just faking play,
work with honesty and safety, feel the love, life, fun and gaiety.

To breed we'll play a game of doubles, four walls can keep away the troubles,
our children won't be quarters caused by multiplying halves,
instead they'll tread with guided steps from every aspect and direction
and complexity potential till they climb their own pinnacles.

Current Mood: hopeful

Oriental dragons surrounding
Mimicing, Shaping, Reflecting, Repeating
Perhaps in a waking dream
I can pretend to a libido I don't possess

CHORUS:
In carefully choreographed catastrophe
Mirror dancing with my reflection
Mimicing patterns I've seen before
Taking the lead on the pathway to action

Whirlpools and wizzy dizzys
Eddies, intentional Self referential
recurring loops and endless spirals
navigating these attractors strange

CHORUS:
In carefully choreographed catastrophe
Mirror dancing with my reflection
Mimicing patterns I've seen before
Taking the lead on the pathway to action

But I know this is a position I created
A niche I found to fill, A lighthouse
standing guard, you beware the rocky ground
higher mountains provide better vantage to shine

CHORUS:
In carefully choreographed catastrophe
Mirror dancing with my reflection
Mimicing patterns I've seen before
Taking the lead on the pathway to action

Find shelter from the cold
but it's a cold shelter with no warmth
conserving body heat, convulsing body meat
huddled in metaphorical embrace

In carefully choreographed catastrophe
Mirror dancing with my reflection
Mimicing patterns I've seen before
Taking the lead on the pathway to action

Current Mood: reflective
Current Music: Coman - Mirror Dance

Lock your feeilngs inside
Wrap them deep in fear
Engulf and live the lie of life
push you away to hold you near
you push me away to hold me dear
we push ye away to hold thee here
Oh dear, My dear.

Stop, turn and chase me.
Quit your running, I'll be around,
when you get around
to waking up and coming down

Write on don't erase me
Stop your shunning
we'll be all right
flying on into the night
you flight from fight
and hide from light
why the fuck are you so uptight?

Stop, turn and chase me.
Quit your running, I'll be around,
when you get around
to waking up and coming down

In minds eye deface me
Stories outgunning
Mental treason
Ain't got a rhyme
Ain't got a reason
Ain't go the time
Feeling the seasons
passing and sliding
take me on
we'll be finding

If you quit your running, we'll be fine
No need for shunning, we'll all shine
No outgunning, I'll be around
To hold you high above the ground
When you wake up and come on down.
Turnaround.

Current Mood: Patient
Current Music: Coman - Come Down Turnaround

Lunar seeing cycles
Loch awareNess Monsters
a way in cells you lament,
could there be another day?

Part myth, part man
part moon, part time

In this abstracthropic torpor
I'm unliving what was wrought for
nothing more than seeking quarter

I am a were of the situation
It creates the beast I am
I was bitten once before
and now its poison runs right through me

Lunacy in cycles
Lock awareness monsters away
in cellular meant,
could there be another way?

I am a were of your intentions
they create the mould I'm in
part of me derives from knowing you
now tell me what I'm showing you

Lunar seeing cycles lock
awareness monsters away
in cells you lament,
could there be another nay?

I am a were of my perceptions
and I'm aware of their lies
Sight, sound, scent and taste decieve me
feeling fulfullment never found

Lunacy in cycles lock
awareness monsters away
in cellular lament,
could there be another yea?

We're all were beasts of our creation
acting out our manifold roles multiplexing
elements and instruments of real and imaginary
modal modulated signals
frequently frequencing
from this freak to sing

Current Mood: A were
Current Music: CEV - Abstracthropy

I am a wanker,
not just a fucker,
but if you want me,
I'll be a sucker,
for your needs,
your inner deeds,
your sewn seed,
will set me free

from the fear of going blind,
dead from the fear of going blind,
dead from the fear of being blinded,
by the fear of going blind,

Seeking new solutions,
hot pursuit of execution,
grant me release and absolution,
from your games, your pent up pain,
please lift this bane, my inner sane

is going blind,
dead from the fear of going blind,
dead from the fear of being blinded,
by the fear of going blind

I cannot see which path to take,
stumble forward don't hesitate,
or all is lost we can't recreate,
the past or present - levitate above,
the push and shove,
of lust and love,
below, above.

I'm my wanker, I'll be your sucker,
take me inside you, I'll free your fucker,
inside you, and inside me,
no fear of loss or enmity,
best of friends and of enemeies
faithful foe, arch nemesises

and we'll go blind, dead without fear,
we're going blind, dead without fear,
we're being blinded without fear,
of going blind.

Current Mood: high
Current Music: CEV - Hemp Orates

Touch is electric
Frightening and hectic
These lyrics will flex it
Open up floodgates of words and opinions
Watching the irate dancing herd in sin
Over yonder we wander
Aimless ends focus
Tho the destination locus
is the journey of learning
the gaining and burning
experiencing and yearning
in here with us
to hear with us
to be with us
and feel with us
and fear with us
until we are
complete with us
and here we are
compete with us

Slowly break me down
Don't let me grow too fast
Controlled small scale destruction
Tempers morphic creation
So can you
can you break me dowwwn

Replace lost companions
From disgrace inside canyons
This liquid stone molten
My Atlas blood faulted
Carry tectonic boulders
On bionic shoulders
Waiters getting older
Haters getting bolder
The wind's blowing colder

Slowly break me down
Don't let me grow so fast
Micro-intelligent cataclysm
Saves Mega-emotional cynicism
So please
I'm begging please, break me down

This Ace keeps pulsating
But the magician's frustrated
Spiralling out of control in the boundaries
Pinwheeling changing my role of discovery
Exploring the finite space within infinity
Blending and balancing aspects and facets of consciousness
thoughts of connectedness listlessness keeping me going
edging my flowing, hedging the lowing

Let me Slowly break you down
I'll save you those growing pains
Manage pieces of destructive creation
Inferring fathomable peace and elation
So won't you,
won't you let me break you down

Slowly break me down
Save me from this height
Control small scale destruction
Salvage dreams from devestation
BREAK ME BREAK ME BREAK ME BREAK ME DOWN

Soothe my loss and quench my sorrow
Empty my overflowing cup of
hollow dreams desires and memories
fireflies and nigh-realities
catch my breath and smell the narrow
pathways winding through the swallowed
head bed beside the bed side table
burrowing through my brains
magically able, original trickster
Eternal life? Drink this elixir

Break me down

Current Mood: pensive
Current Music: CEV - Breakdown

I just want someone to take my hand
I'll be the power source
to your directing guiding force
I'll fly us anywhere you ask,
with my belief and your demand
and we will carve out from this land our rivers course

and we'll build a house upon the river,
made from bricks of pure light
joined with the mortar of our believers
and painted incandescent white,
roofed with the tiles of our deliverance
we'll plant a family there and watch it grow and thrive

So just come and take my hand
I'll lift you out out and away
from the nightmares and the pain that you have felt
I'll turn your nights of grief and pain
into a glowing, happy day
my arms shielding you from the hand that you were dealt

while you might not be winning yet,
you know you get a second draw,
keep that ace, ten, king of hearts and change the rest
with a little luck and will,
and in my safe secure hands
I'll slip jack and queen from up my sleeve to flush royale.

So will you be the one who will come and take my hand
I'll take you anywhere you want if you'll come flying high with me
come up, up and away, my favourite superman
then come down we'll walk together
along the ground or swim the sea
building future sharing memory

but whatever it is we do, together we will see it through,
keep hope and faith that my love for you will never die
take my hand and walk together down the pathways that we choose
my friend, companion, and compliment of my life

Current Mood: optimistic
Current Music: CEV - Heart Poems

capture the moment
of rapture alone
with factual components
for maps of the bone
of contention honed
by a mention phone
your intentions home
to extra terrestrial
sacks of material
vegetable mineral
fractal diffusion
this vision of fission
dispersion and fusion
I'm losing the wisdom
through booze and indulgence
of well wished repugnance
in hell kissed blanched trance
shunning one from a distance
hung up on the fencepost
noosed in with all your ghosts
released into aether
in here I float free
from the body I cling to
the anchor that sinks me
these wankers I think of
their demons I fight off
till they're free and uplifted
blessed and gifted
with peace and prosperity
golden fleece of hilarity
still staring unseeing
at me, lone and unfeeling
on my throne in this zone
with my own eidolons

capture this moment of rapture

Slowing my pulse bringing my heart to a standstill
Controlling my brain waving emenating dazed information

Pay a visit to my mind
You're more than welcome any time
See this world through resonating eyes

Pierce all illusions
Fathom my delusion
Transcend all this confusion and take flight

Step outside yourself to find yourself
You'll find the void is full of wealth
Just ready for the picking
If you only do the planting
The clock is ever ticking
and I'm done with all my ranting

Constrained by insecurities,
Horrors, fears, impurities
Put anger, tears and agonies aside

Step outside yourself to find yourself
You'll find the void is full of wealth
Just ready for the picking
If you only do the planting
The clock is ever ticking
and I'm done with all my

I'll continue iterrating. Bouncing up and down
I'll continue propagating. Spinning round and round
I'll continue postulating, head amongst the clouds
I'll continue infiltrating, feet upon the ground

and I'm done

Current Mood: optimistic
Current Music: Atmosphere - Ahem, Presto

and you ask me
What d'ya do?
What d'I do?
uhh...
WHAT DO I DO!?!

Seeing you here
sitting before me
wondering wanting
desiring freedom
why can I not reach back from this pasture
open the gate and let us discover
the wonder and under the ground we hear thunder bells
and you ask me...

what do you do?
what do YOU do?
WHAT do YOU doo?
what do i do?
what do i do?

circular conical
swirling in whirlpool
suction of gravity
rose of the apple tree
drowned by the waterfall of desires
who will hear this mortal choir
the fire and dire beasts that dwell walking through hell
and you ask me...

what do you do?
what do YOU do?
WHAT do YOU doo?
what do I do?
WHAT do I do?
WHAT DO I DO?

living less satellites
orbiting solar
heavenly parasites
magnetised polar
bathe in the radiation errupting
soothe all the laymen pain of corrupting
and breathing the thieving believing the reasons to tell
and you ask me...

what do you do?
what do YOU do?
WHAT do YOU doo?
what do I do?
what do I do?
what do I do?
what do i do
I do nothing.

Current Mood: frustrated
Current Music: Atmosphere - A Meth Prose

A mazewalker off a mazing,
This pyramid needs razing
Trapped inside sarcophagi
mummies wraps keep prying eyes
away from pain and hurt and feeling
living empty without healing
ratio of golden high
blocked away the heavens sky

Who lies within?
Can you find the centre
Did you leave a path of string?
who is gonna come and save ya
will I be your tomb raider
In this hazy shaded season
Dreams of change are all my reason

leave the past and wealth behind
in spiralled labyrinth decline
the traps of gold and destruction
turn us from the path of action
find the centre when we come
leave by trail of breadcrumbs

come inside and save me
carrying your book and key
and I'll come inside and save ya
I will be your tomb raider

immortal but not truly living
stone taking, undeath giving
did you map the pathway in
or are you with me, trapped within
shall we leave this maze together
and wander in the sun forever
take my hand and wash this sand
from out the cracks within the land

are they gonna come and save me
worming through my outer boundaries?
am I gonna come and save you
plumbing the deep dark depths below?

coming together
saving one another
this tangled hood of boys
web of stories, pains and joys
beware the minotaur hidden
Help me out, find me in
find me in TENSE

Current Mood: Spiralling
Current Music: Atmosphere - Meet Pharos

biohazardous to life
tries to stop it from forming
stopping it from changing
stopping it from growing
stopping it from ebbing
stopping it from flowing

Keep up the taking
and take up the faking
hold back the tide
ceassate the seasons
alter the friction
deny the reasons

but these eddies of life
keep watching it all go bye
ripples forming and waving
standing in resonance
interacting interference
blending constructively
breaking down destructively

what did this boy here
do but try make you happy
without any but his own intuition to guide him
and when you put me on that cross
glyphed me with your boys damnation
froze my blood and stopped my heart
once boy now fanged abomination

outside these eddies of life
I keep watching you all go bye
ripples in the cusp
of a teardrop heartstop moon

(you can't) stop the changing
(you can't) stop the growing
(you can't) the budding and seeding
(you can't) the sprouting and spreading
(you can't) stop the rhythm if
(you can't) feel the beat

Take your hidden agendas
Your tests and calculations
and look within your gender
contemplate your creation

and watch the eddies of life
but don't try to control them,
let them go by
they reflect the body
that they radiate out from
anything coming
to alter your destiny
mush sieve its way
through your past and periphery
unchangeable, only forgivable
ripple out

(By controlling the inside you control the outside)

Take Control

Current Mood: sympathetic
Current Music: Atmosphere - Asp Theorem

... I've been floating
In a tank of circulation
Sensory deprivation
With no feeling there is no down
captive to gravity
Shackled by reality
Vibrate out of harmony
waves of infinite complexity
wash over me

walk on water,
fly on ground,
be vibration,
eternal sound
oscillate, gyrate through fate
until we are released...
.........
break me in two
play me back on loop
tune me to myself and live within the ambience

I recurse.
You reverse.
We subvert the universe
Bend it to our will we twist and turn as we ignite
the furnace light we cannot harness,
the internal resonance, eternal consequence,
this fence we sit on can not stand to live alone

walk on water,
fly on ground,
be vibration,
eternal sound
oscillate, gyrate through fate
until we are released...
.........
break me in two
play me back on loop
tune me to myself and live within the ambience

Play me
Break me
Tune me
Harmony

We live and die by the pulse of the beat,
reborn from the ashes at phoenix feet.
Immortal through portals of blood flow retreat,
we find growth in our death in these tails we eat
and these tales we tell, the stories we spin
like a tabletop gyro, spiralling hymn

Floating, In a tank of circulation
Sensory liberation
constant feeling stretching me
up away from gravity
into altered reality
Vibrate on throughout history
waves of infinite complexity wash over me,

Current Mood: numb
Current Music: Atmosphere - 2C: T Semaphore