Tag: out of town

Time To Split

Like the aging mutt I feel we’re in this together
Born and bred, said with a degree of self awareness
But no doubt with authentic pride
So it pains me to have to suggest a stalking faction

I know it could creep into the territory of a creep
But it’s hard to not flick back into the memories
Hand in hand with the most beautiful girl yet
With staring contests through the grass blades
Story book scenes that linger till your in the rocking chair
In danger of being lost forever

I’m running out of friends
I’m running low on romance
Summer dates walking by the bank
Like tugging fossils from the soil
They say you can’t quantify those feelings
But it feels like the minerals are mined dry

Maybe the old shoes don’t fit like they used too
I’m a stranger in my own town
Maybe they all just got the same call
The soil itself crying out for their presence
Did they ever find the nostalgia they craved
Or did something otherworldly replace it?

I guess my hungers pretty low
Coos I’m content with a repeat bitesize
Just another pair of eyes to stare into
Another set of lips to lock with
Nostalgia’s in danger of degrading further
Into the realm of the forgotten
A distress call to preserve the feeling
Maybe in another land someone’ll pick up the phone

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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?