It’s Hard

Oh lady i’m starting to get the shivers
As the thunder clouds start to close inn
Blocking the light from your eyes
All to pull that face like a slapped arse
When you see my brain hasn’t sent a single signal
Up this vertebrae of mine
To pick you up from the living room floor
When you’ve spent all day throwing a paddy on top of it

Oh lady I’m finding it hard to pluck at the strings
When I see you’ve nailed your own feet to the ground
When you’ve tied your own hands together
When you’ve taken the bunny sheets from your bed
I just find it hard to care

Oh lady you know I’d suffer a variety of wounds
From a number of firearms all in your name
I’d give you my inner workings just to see you spring alive
But you can put your own plaster on that scrape
And you can tie your shoes just fine

I know you say you can’t do things yourself and your right
Not until after you’ve dealt a sling or to in my direction
To be a villain for the greater good, I guess i’ll play ball
I know it’s your favorite role of mine for a grey day
I’m sure your sisters in arms know all about it

Railroad Love Affair

Mastering the art of human osmosis
To piledriver though these walls of flesh
In hopes of make the winning touchdown
On the 12:45 to Liverpool Street

There’s business betty gloves on hands
As she refused human contact
Her husbands lost in his summer condom
Getting his fix from the family accountant

Daddy Dexter’s spawn have gave him the ultimatum:
A free stallion at the petting zoo
But the dilemma is he only has the funds;
For two whippies and a Vimto

Then there’s Lovely Lindsey and Nervous Nigel
As they exchange skin cells on their nose
She’s excited for heels on the sunny coast
He’s worried his devoted will catch him today

As for me?… I don’t think to much about these things
I couldn’t even tell you what a ‘Harwich’ is

But soon I’ll be sampling it’s grass in between my toes
And analyzing the local wildlife: The Superdry-a-saurs
While tasting the local brew, transmitting shocks down my tongue
She said “Your making fossils out of compost here darling”

The moss on top of a trifle for most, but to me this place is a gateway
To days away from neon blue clad mummysitters
And the fight for custody for my friends from friends
Nuts to that I wanna see new cobblestones when i stare at my feet
Well that’s the cover anyways

The reality is I wanna see new eyes press up against mine
Eyes that don’t regret
Eyes that react to mine
Eyes that will offer me a bacon sub

The eyes in the cesspool don’t get it
Don’t pry love just remind me again
Why you took a gamble on me?

T.M.R.R MXXIII

The very marrow has been ripped from my bones
The nerves in my head have been shot
Can’t you see I’m in need of your attention
You’ve never seen eyes so pathetic from behind the glass of the classics

An agent sent down by god to keep your crosshairs on me
To nail my feet to the brickwork for a second time
You’d forgive me for believing in divine apparitions
When you give me that look from behind the beacon of your phone

You’ve seen me as a soulless wreck
You’ve seen me as a vengeful soldier
You’ve seen me as a heartless monster
And yet you still stick around

Oh darling you won’t hear me complaining at all
Especially when you shake the scrabble board
By brushing on my shoulder like that
I know this time round we’ll be playing the robbers, but I don’t mind
It’s like you said ‘What’s the need for sonnets
When you have an incendiary grenade?’
I hope you’ll forgive me for this one my dear
But it’s getting hard to hide my grin

The last time you took my visage, you embraced it and ran
But for the sequel I hope you’ll be wearing it the next morning

Glass

You juggle the pebbles of the coastline in between your toes on the shoreline

It’s just earth but it couldn’t of felt more intrusive when the drops of your whippy melted on the sand

I came for the stillness but i should’ve known the tide would pull you ashore

Those aren’t waves crashing on the walls that’s my heart rate taking pole position

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!