Come to a stop, sit down, be silent
Elliot Ness has lost his way
Look at all the waiters sick of waiting
Stuck in a crowd, these worn out clothes
Are bringing me down, but can I change?
Look at all the time I had to waste
Losing my mind on a cold afternoon
Look at all the waiters sick of waiting
As I wander, ponder future daze
I don’t want to make you cry
When I do part of me dies
I can’t fly without your wings
I can’t breathe without your whisper on my skin
With you I’m everything
Losing my mind on a cold afternoon
Look at all the waiters sick of waiting
As I wander, ponder future daze
I don’t want to make you cry
When I do part of me dies
I can’t fly without your wings
I can’t breathe without your whisper on my skin
With you I’m everything
I screwed up again
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Lovely Day
All in all it's been a lovely day
I didn't even think of her
Or dream of her
Or see her face
All in all it's been a lovely day
I didn't even cry for her
Or die for her
Or lose my way
No
Do I love her or just love love?
Is she the only one?
When can I move on?
All in all it's been a lovely day
I didn't even think of her
Or dream of her
Or see her face
All in all it's been a lovely day
I didn't even cry for her
Or die for her
Or lose my way
No
I didn't even think of her
Or dream of her
Or see her face
All in all it's been a lovely day
I didn't even cry for her
Or die for her
Or lose my way
No
Do I love her or just love love?
Is she the only one?
When can I move on?
All in all it's been a lovely day
I didn't even think of her
Or dream of her
Or see her face
All in all it's been a lovely day
I didn't even cry for her
Or die for her
Or lose my way
No
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Siggy
Siggy's being written off again
By neuroscientists
Evangelists
Post-modernists
Cultural constructivists
Neo-Marxists
Crypto-Trotskyists
Gloria Fucking Steinem
And the guy at the Kwik Shop
For we all know
Do we not?
That all that clap-trap about sex
Oedipus
Pipes
And dreams
Was a load of rot
Dripping with 80s zeitgeist
The one thing
That will really put the fear of
God?
(Hardly)
Into some devout activist
With impeccable credentials
Is that if they ever put
Their Sierra Club head on the couch
They might find out why
They give a fuck
And that their desire to save the planet
Has a cause that came before their Cause
These children of the Prozac Age
With their all-encompassing
Diminishing
I'm okay
You're okay
Yay yay yay ethos
Are easily frightened
And particularly scared
Of Dr. Freud
The fear is fundamentally
A question of scale
He could see the infinite within
And they can not
By neuroscientists
Evangelists
Post-modernists
Cultural constructivists
Neo-Marxists
Crypto-Trotskyists
Gloria Fucking Steinem
And the guy at the Kwik Shop
For we all know
Do we not?
That all that clap-trap about sex
Oedipus
Pipes
And dreams
Was a load of rot
Dripping with 80s zeitgeist
The one thing
That will really put the fear of
God?
(Hardly)
Into some devout activist
With impeccable credentials
Is that if they ever put
Their Sierra Club head on the couch
They might find out why
They give a fuck
And that their desire to save the planet
Has a cause that came before their Cause
These children of the Prozac Age
With their all-encompassing
Diminishing
I'm okay
You're okay
Yay yay yay ethos
Are easily frightened
And particularly scared
Of Dr. Freud
The fear is fundamentally
A question of scale
He could see the infinite within
And they can not
Monday, July 12, 2010
You And Your Dress
You and your dress left me broken hearted
Not even sure if we ever started to love
But it was close
Stuck on a plane on a snowbound runway
Not gonna fly in a month of Sundays
Girl, you're the most
I'm not going to lose my mind
With questions as I try to find
The reasons that we're not together
Blame the Russians, blame the weather
Falling for you left me tired and torn like
Climbing the North face of the Matterhorn
But oh! What a view
You and your dress and a tawdry Tuesday
Yves St. Laurent and a crumpled duvet
Girl, you're crazy glue
I'm not going to stick around
And wonder if you ever found
A lover who's as good as me
At lying through his shattered teeth
I'm not going to lose my mind
With questions as I try to find
The reasons that we're not together
Blame the Russians, blame the weather
Not even sure if we ever started to love
But it was close
Stuck on a plane on a snowbound runway
Not gonna fly in a month of Sundays
Girl, you're the most
I'm not going to lose my mind
With questions as I try to find
The reasons that we're not together
Blame the Russians, blame the weather
Falling for you left me tired and torn like
Climbing the North face of the Matterhorn
But oh! What a view
You and your dress and a tawdry Tuesday
Yves St. Laurent and a crumpled duvet
Girl, you're crazy glue
I'm not going to stick around
And wonder if you ever found
A lover who's as good as me
At lying through his shattered teeth
I'm not going to lose my mind
With questions as I try to find
The reasons that we're not together
Blame the Russians, blame the weather
Monday, July 5, 2010
Jessica
Driving at night, no lights, no hope
The lake, the Moon, the girl
She doesn’t know me, I don’t know her
How else could we have been so close?
You look ill now so I’m told
All that shivers is not cold
Living at night, notorious ghosts
She kisses my hair as I stroke hers
Movie lights turn both our faces blue
Used to think the color suited you
But things change
Your old life pulled you away
And dragged you down
Crushed your smile to a frown
I didn’t recognize you
You look ill now so I’m told
All that shivers is not cold
Neon blue your empty eyes
All you are now fear and lies
But I remember Jessica
The way she used to be
When she believed in everything
When she believed in me
Yeah I remember Jessica
When summer turned to fall
And she’d breathe in and laugh aloud
And talk about the things she loved
With a passion and a lust for life
Monet and cats
Umberto Eco
Jimi Hendrix
Jack and coke
Thunderstorms and snow in April
And the future that she wanted that was full of hope
But that she lost the will to take
And drowned it in a lake
What a fucking stupid waste
I remember Jessica
I remember Jessica
Farewell to absent friends
The lake, the Moon, the girl
She doesn’t know me, I don’t know her
How else could we have been so close?
You look ill now so I’m told
All that shivers is not cold
Living at night, notorious ghosts
She kisses my hair as I stroke hers
Movie lights turn both our faces blue
Used to think the color suited you
But things change
Your old life pulled you away
And dragged you down
Crushed your smile to a frown
I didn’t recognize you
You look ill now so I’m told
All that shivers is not cold
Neon blue your empty eyes
All you are now fear and lies
But I remember Jessica
The way she used to be
When she believed in everything
When she believed in me
Yeah I remember Jessica
When summer turned to fall
And she’d breathe in and laugh aloud
And talk about the things she loved
With a passion and a lust for life
Monet and cats
Umberto Eco
Jimi Hendrix
Jack and coke
Thunderstorms and snow in April
And the future that she wanted that was full of hope
But that she lost the will to take
And drowned it in a lake
What a fucking stupid waste
I remember Jessica
I remember Jessica
Farewell to absent friends
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Her Name Is Sunday
Fly down into the big town
Shy stare, she's gonna be my friend
She's wearing my number
She says her name is Sunday
I say “I don't have anything planned”
She's wearing number 9
It's not a chase, just a question of time
And her face is my future
My name written in rainbows
Her game, the rules are anything goes
She's making me wonder
I say “let's fly with the weather”
Skies grey, so we smash holes in the clouds
Sunday says she's fine
As her eyes flash number 9
And her face is my future
Shy stare, she's gonna be my friend
She's wearing my number
She says her name is Sunday
I say “I don't have anything planned”
She's wearing number 9
It's not a chase, just a question of time
And her face is my future
My name written in rainbows
Her game, the rules are anything goes
She's making me wonder
I say “let's fly with the weather”
Skies grey, so we smash holes in the clouds
Sunday says she's fine
As her eyes flash number 9
And her face is my future
Thursday, July 1, 2010
The Reptile Who Fell Out Of Time
Stephanie was stupefied
She couldn't suss the rules of the game
Somewhere outside Chesterfield
The Romanies were asking her name
None of them got married
It was really kind of tragic
There was something in the water
That had taken all the magic away
Genevieve was justified
In doubting every word that I said
I really couldn't help myself
How else d'you think I'd get her in bed?
“Lying” sounds so loaded
“Verbal art” is more the mode
There was something in the fiction
That encoded every thought in my head
Caroline was serpentine
She slithered in and out of my world
Laughing like a lizard
With a tongue for all the boys and the girls
She would only meet me
When my mind was half asleep
Then she showed me round her dungeon
As we listened to The Cure and The Furs
Subterranean sister of mine
Kaleidoscope girl Caroline
The reptile who fell out of time
The reptile who fell out of time
She couldn't suss the rules of the game
Somewhere outside Chesterfield
The Romanies were asking her name
None of them got married
It was really kind of tragic
There was something in the water
That had taken all the magic away
Genevieve was justified
In doubting every word that I said
I really couldn't help myself
How else d'you think I'd get her in bed?
“Lying” sounds so loaded
“Verbal art” is more the mode
There was something in the fiction
That encoded every thought in my head
Caroline was serpentine
She slithered in and out of my world
Laughing like a lizard
With a tongue for all the boys and the girls
She would only meet me
When my mind was half asleep
Then she showed me round her dungeon
As we listened to The Cure and The Furs
Subterranean sister of mine
Kaleidoscope girl Caroline
The reptile who fell out of time
The reptile who fell out of time
Dream Life
Dream life not enough?
Sometimes it's way too much
To keep in mind
The people I find
A witch and a wizard out buying a van
Copper piping in the mouth of a man
Britas flying but the kite's in the sand
And the sump pump does what it can
And the wishing well goes down down down down down
In the darkest night
The visions are bright
When the shadows glare
The beauty is there
If you're the dreamer then who's in the dream
You know deep down that it's just what it seems
A world that's waiting for your waking esteem
And the director's part of the scene
Blink if you know what I mean
Sometimes it's way too much
To keep in mind
The people I find
A witch and a wizard out buying a van
Copper piping in the mouth of a man
Britas flying but the kite's in the sand
And the sump pump does what it can
And the wishing well goes down down down down down
In the darkest night
The visions are bright
When the shadows glare
The beauty is there
If you're the dreamer then who's in the dream
You know deep down that it's just what it seems
A world that's waiting for your waking esteem
And the director's part of the scene
Blink if you know what I mean
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