An Ode To a Beached Whale

Taking cover within the wingspan of your lilac felt curtains
As beams of the day pass by the cracks in your cheeks
Consuming oxygen for the noble act of nothing
Since you lack the resources to rise

You bat away the tickles on your chin
As the claws of the unknowing trace a pattern on your face
Imagining all the feats you could’ve achieved
If only you had all these things that don’t exist

As if guided by strings, you make your contributions
At the foot of a paper thin democracy
You can’t find any thing to get your heart racing
To widen your eyes and get sweat on your palms

I know you’d lack the cells in your cranium
To mistake a 40 quid debt of forgotten memories
Of teardrops and routine mishaps to recite the next day
As even a ripple in the flow of your life

Just crawl back to the womb of your mattress
Every second sober to you is a second bored
You’ve lost your ability to see the beauty
Of the spells people create with their fingertips everyday

How could anyone be so bored?
How could anyone be so boring?
If you can’t see things my way
Then crawl back to that wingspan till you die
Your kind are a tax on life itself

The Untitleable

I still feel the tops of the grass blades
Tickling the back of my calves
As we discuss in motion the very foundations
That make our reactionary impulses
Stick our fingernails inside of the unsaid
And analyse the stains
Most wouldn’t of gotten their hands of their pockets
And I’m glad, I couldn’t wait for them to shut up

We follow the dyes with our fingers on the bathroom tiles
And we spot all the faces in the swirls
I can’t stand it when they look with vacant stares
What will it take for them to come alive?

I know all we need to spend a lifetime
In a empty room with the walls a perfect white
Is just a bouncy ball from the 20 pence machine
And we’d strave off insanity for years

Someone’s Aunties 30th

It all starts with a question, asked so innocently enough
It’s hard to be honest, ‘We’re doing fine I guess’
A family ocasion, as if to postpone my lifetime
But it doesn’t work, it makes it worse

Another meal for 50 for 15, on a summers after
From the old stories, to the awkward catch ups
Nods for the outsiders, Hugs to those in the loop
Don’t worry about it, I’m doing fine

It all kicks off with a story, ‘Was she, Is she, Does she?’
All to keen to voice a view, Gathered like jackels
She’s quiet in the corner, nestling her Bacardi coke
I didn’t come to see a mauling, it makes it worse

After a meal for 50 for 15, on a summers eve
From the recycled jokes, to the awkward goodbyes
Nods for the outsiders, Hugs for those in the loop
Don’t ask me again, I sware I’m fine

Overstaying my exit to understate the moment
Drunken ideals and sobering jokes, A new boyfriend and a old flame
More cake then conman sense
A witch-hunt for the wounds, That solidifies the myths
All I can do is mull into myself, all I can think about is myself
I’m stuck thinking of myself, I’m stuck with myself
While i’m stuck in this frame that never ends
I can’t take it anymore, Not anymore!

Oh it starts with a feeling! From the pit of my gut!
You want me to be honest? I just want to fucking die!
I already know what you want to ask, what you want to hear
I just wanna, go home

But no I’m stuck here, in the dead of night
Holding back the flood, with selected brands of sugar
The distraction of charades, can only last so long
Of course i’m not fine, lets go

Oh it starts with the alarm, in the next morning
I can’t live this way any longer…

The Beast Inside

If it starts with a weakend roar
As the alpha wearing the shorts round the ankles look
Bellowing in a cesspool of bile
I dread to imagine where it ends
All of the repressed mistresses
Throw all blame to fermented fruits
All in an exuse too release…

The beast inside

The balence becomes obvious at this point
Feed the Jugheads another cup of piss
Shifting knees and bitten lips
Suggest you might need to feed her too
But not before our main event
Get their puppet strings in a knott
Sit back and enjoy the show
How could they ever quell…

The beast inside?

Just one more, I sware one more
Not untill it feels like i’m in a cyclone
As I take one last sip from my straw
I notice you notice me notice that
I can’t stand this heat no more
Close the windows, follow my lead
I known it’s early on but…

The beast it calls

Ally IV

If we were ever to cross paths again
I’d imagine it to be in a rusty old post office
You with your man, picking out cards
For his friends, sisters 2nd born’s birthday
We’d cross eyes once then again to double check
Time heals all wounds, and we wouldn’t even think about it
You’d tell me about your life and your new job
I’d tell you about my masters degree
We’d joke about how we used to wag P.E
Sitting underneeth the oak tree

I wanted to run into you again but not like this
Just shy of a minuite to midnight
It’s just about as cold as the stare you give the pavement
Seeing you slumped down outside of the bull
Tear stains on your favorite hoodie
The one I told you not even a mother could love you in
Hey don’t worry about all that stuff before yeah?
Just talk to me okay hun? What’s the matter?

Then you lifted your head and stared into my eyes
With those dead retinas, drenched with a scarlet tint
Babel has fallen, Yggdrasil has mossed over
What could’ve done this to you babe?

A shuffle in my arms later to the end of the bar
Just two shots of jager to bring your vocals chords back
Well why change a method that’s tested and true
There’s no need to go into detail at all
This isn’t the first wound you’ve suffered nor will it be the last
But none before have taken the wind out from your sails
I double take some of the testimonials that come from your mouth
The once great madam reduced to telling me she’s worth no more,
Then the soggy coasters our coping mechanisms currently rest on
I clench my fists and tell you to shut your mouth
Sitting their with your defeatist look, This isn’t you!

Then you lifted your head and stared into my eyes
With those dead retinas, drenched with a scarlet tint
Oylimpus has dissolved, Niravana’s been destroyed
What could’ve done this to you babe?

Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter
Just talk to me, please talk to me
Whatever i’ve said, I never ment it
Just sit down, please sit down
Whatever you want to talk about, or even if you don’t
Just come back to mine, Please just come back
Just don’t do anything rash, I beg you please don’t

If not for yourself, then for me, please

Ally III

Oh man if only you could should see her now
With that smug ass look painted onto her face
Complete with her new limited edition man in tow
Oh wow how she fucking loves it

But if you could just spare one thought
In that tight schedule of yours
For all the late nights
And all the things I’ve done for you

Now don’t get me wrong, I never in a million years
Want to see you alone, being made to suffer
As you watch the gaggle of ladies during feeding time;
Mistreat their carers like unwanted dogs in a kennel

But I’ve seen these things happen so many times before
These boys that can’t handle the constant requests
They tell you they want a girlfriend not a service user
Then they leave you to wilt as they jump into their cruiser

I’m not trying to rationalize jealousy
At least i’m sure of that this time
I just don’t want to see you suffer
We’re all just worried about you bubba!

Well then! Fuck you, you little flid-y slut
I wish for you, to truly suffer!

Ally II

It’s a shame they have to close bars at night
And let the good people go home and have a sleep
I could stay up all night giggling the national anthem
While you let me know for the fifty millionth time
That we are friends at some point and still are

I imagine they’d ask us on question time without a heartbeat
If only they could hear us natter on, about the important things
Sitting ontop of the wall, raised outside of your house
Like if Todd does desire your flesh and bones;
Then why doesn’t he ask you for a pencil in class?
But he makes the effort to walk past us on 5th period
When I know for a fact his class is on the other side of college
So I guess that’s a win for us

Oh pal of mine please tell me things will never ever ever change
When the world turns into a bull of flaming inferno
When the dead start to rise from their graves
When a felsh eating virus and consumed everyone we’ve held dear
Please tell me we’ll still be sitting here
Comparing Is This It to Room On Fire

Ally I

On a that fated day, in the presence on the glorious sun
In the birthplace of great schollers and inventors
You uttered them beautiful words into my ear
‘What the fuck happened were you in a car crash!?’

And many marbles, pogs and trading lunches later
We’re sat on my bedroom floor, debating like the greats
‘I don’t think a Snorlax for a Base Set Gastly is a fair trade’
‘Nah my uncle works for Nintendo and he said it’s rare!’

There’s no one in the whole world i’d rather sit down with
And watch Millions get poured into colourful presentations
Of Charlie Adler just talking to himself
While your mum cooks us susages and chips
And I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Over staying our welcome by and hour and half
Bearing witness to the polpulation of london
Fighting to the death claw and teeth, over a decrpid pub
Beacuse my mum’s been at work all day
Man I wish we watching the charming Roy Walker
Losing his faith in humanity over a gameshow

Next day side by side on the educational plan
They told you to sit next to me
They said something about a ‘Supporting my needs’
But you just wanted the awnsers to last nights homework

I said ‘Fine but you need to help me in math’
‘How can you be stuck? The nine times table is easy!
You just need to get out your fingers then…’
And then the penny drops

There’s no one in the whole world i’d rather sit down with
And watch Millions get poured into colourful presentations
Of Dan Green just talking to himself
While your mum cooks us Fish Fingers and Waffles
And I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Let’s Make This Annual

As if on cue, the second the sun hits the earth
The barricades collapses and the messages begin
I think it’s time to dip into the life savings
And think about showing my face around your town again

As much as I’ve dearly missed, hearing the little cracks in your voice
There was no way to open communication, at any other time of the year
Education you see, she is a cruel mistress
She yanked the chain around your neck, whenever you came near
With such little time you’d never slink under your fella’s radar

But all that fades from the grey matter
The second I step off that train
With that grin of yours greeting me
Then it becomes clear
That summer has only just started

You start to lose track of the days, after the third night of haze
Waking up on the floor, With your head resting on someone’s door
But the back pains are worth it in the end
When you open your eyes with your head nested in my chest

I would’ve emptied my bank account and paid, just to live in this moment till my grave
With fingers travelling through your hair, I kiss your head as we move to the chairs
I know I couldn’t be the only one during them late Friday nights
Perched on the edge of my bed watching the calendar for this day

How can this feeling ever be considered wrong?
Spread on fields of green in each other’s arms
Come here, I’ll make you forget all about him
If you just take me back four years

My summer can’t begin until I’ve seen you
My year can’t move on until I’ve held you
My winter gets colder when you’re not in it
My life’s a little more dull when you’re not a part of it

The No Title

Why yes dear she does have great blonde hair
A perfectly paid for smile, With a figure 8 to boot
But if she ever recites just one more time
The plot of the Throne of Swords, Just once more
Then I might just have to tighten the knot
Cos I’d rather kick the chair then to go through that bore

I know if you could you’d pick up that stone
And bash yourself ugly in front of the mirror
Untill you became the monster you precive yourself to be
Oh darling can’t you see it’s all futile?
You can configure yourself all you like
But you’ll just be the same to me

You see I’m so tired of the man made order
I’m tired of these memes, mascarading as conversations
Recycling and circulating in my ears all day long
And I know your sick of it too

I can see the fire blazing in your lungs
When our intrest start to coencide
And everytime you bite your tounge
Thus the conversation starts to crumble
They might raise an eyebrow
I’ll raise you a thumb

It’s not that I don’t notice the pimples
It’s not that I don’t notice the dimples
It’s not that I don’t notice all your little scars
It’s that I can’t imagine you without them

It’s not that I don’t notice the gap in your teeth
It’s not that I don’t notice the crack in your lips
It’s not that I don’t notice the marks on your smile
It’s that I wouldn’t want you without them

It’s not that I don’t notice the breaks in your voice
It’s not that I don’t notice the the snorts in your laughter
It’s not that I don’t notice how deep your tone is
It’s just I couldn’t live without them

It’s not that I don’t notice the rings around your eyes
It’s not that I don’t notice the smoke on your breath
It’s not that I don’t notice the flicks in your hair
It’s just I’d rather die then be without them