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

Salivating

Oh my brown eye’d princess
My silky haired goddess
My immortalized queen
What could I ever do
To grab that spotlight away from you?

I see the dogs, the jackals
Circulate you, with their tongues out
They just want to stick their claws in you
Bruise that perfect form of yours
They could never appreciate
How your flesh forms around the palm of my hand
When I nurture you with my grip
Not like I can baby
They say they love you
But only in body and never in spirit
Not like I do baby

If only you could see me
While I twirl my index finger
Around the pixels of my screen
That only capture fractions of your majesty
Oh my little girl
What have you done to me?
I used to be so proper, so proud
Now I’m salivating at my screen
Trying to simulate how you’d make me feel
When you’d be laying on my hotel bed
Beckoning me with them gemstones
That lesser folk would call eyes

Oh babe, what do I have to do?
For the chance to introduce
My visage onto you?
I would start a patrol
Outside of your home
For a chance to bump into you
I’ll change my preferences
I’ll destroy my morals
And watch what you watch
Listen to what you listen to
Hate that which you hate
Just so we’d have something
To talk about

Oh baby I’d do anything
To smell the scent of your sweat
Radiating from the glands of your thighs
Clinging onto the hairs of my nostrils
Oh baby I’d do anything
To feel the cracks of your skin
With the base of my tongue
While savoring every flavor
Oh baby I’d do anything
To bare the feeling of your hands
Of the electricity that your fingers transmit
As they skim down my base
Oh baby what must I do?

Numb arse? Crowed street? Alone? Chances are your outside sixth form

Whhooaaa indie cindie’s taking her time
She was ment to be here at quter to four
I’ve only got 2 years till i’m out of prime
I hope she won’t take to long

Parked on the cold slab known as the sixth form stairs, on a cold wensday afternoon
With the sounds of old Alex moaning how he couldn’t take his brid on tour
Wisling gently through my ears as the viral marketing for indipendant fashion runs out the doors
Buddies and Pal’s walking throught the rabble as they set of home to their cozy bus seats
Beacuse walking in anything under 10 dagree’s is unthinkable as is over 12
With numb as fuck arse i start to debate is my time being put to good use here?

Floods of icons flood the streats bangles and strings in arm
With a Model on one arm and a sidekick perched unwillingly on the other
Droves and droves have come and gone, but don’t you worry i won’t have to wait long
Cos she’ll come i know for sure, just a few more minuites just a few more

Oooop purple hair’s contraversial
The wollen hand knitted jumpers orginal
As orginal as the last 4 people that wore it
There are other shops in town than Topman and Revolv… actually scratch that there aren’t

Half four’s taking the piss, i think we can all agree
Their’s only so many tracks shuffle could throw at me
Yet another Motorhead song? So much for shuffle it would seem
But your redeemed for your next choice of the lone libertine

Floods of icons flood the streats
With a Model on one arm and summant in the other
Droves and droves have come and gone, but don’t you worry i won’t have to wait long
Cos she’ll come i know for sure, just a few more seconds…. COME ON!

If half four’s taking the piss you can imagine me at five
And shuffle is starting to get on my very last ne…
MOTORHEAD AGIAN!? ARE YOU TAKING THE PISS!?
Y’know what? She wasn’t fit anyway, so fuck this