Safe To Say I’m Cynical (W.I.P)

Live to survive
Never feels good, never felt glamorous
I feel like a sidekick in someone else’s novel
Who failed to show up on shoot day
I dunno where I should be
Seems like I ended up here

Still here, with you nestled in my arms
Thriving in the soil we made
I dunno where we could’ve gone
I just know we’re here
To shit scared to step into the crosshairs
To risk even a scratch of harm
A Friday night all alone
Viewed like a rapture from sinner’s eyes
Self imposed curfew, self mutilating schedule
We were born for more then this, but it ain’t worth it

Our mouths always feel a little parched
No matter what it is we’re fed
The tannoy’s blaring caution in the background
But maybe together, we can dismiss it

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Fishook

The quantities plentiful
But you ever given the reviews a go?
Sketched in the negative with dirt, muck and leaves
Nothing ventured and of course nothing gained
They smile and assure us ‘He’s a nice bloke’
But just reading the script aloud myself
It reads like the description of a car crash
With a dollop of cream and a cherry on top

I’ve taken to calling you Fishook
Legendary at reeling them in
But nothing of substance on offer
To keep anyone from jumping overboard

Poor little Fishook if only they understood you
Maybe if your encounters didn’t boil to a system
Like a self checkout vomiting out instructions
And they came into your little world
As if they were asteroids into your orbit
It wouldn’t be a case of method and results
It’d be a product of sweet love growing
Wouldn’t that be grand little Fishook

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Unspent Youth Blues (Sung Version)

Childhood’s like a tax
You spend and spend till you’re all out
O’ the doors that open when your off the books
But they cut your payments short
Bleed you dry for every penny you owned
Now that debt follows you like a bad musk

You just want what any child would

Sandwhiched between love and attention
As you dig into the sunday roast
But nothing could be further from your reach
Yet the search never ends
No matter how many years go by
You just want what any child would
Yeah, you just want what any good kid do’

The shoulder slide at the bar
Your just looking for it
The wig wam on the dancefloor
Your just looking for it
The 20 questions out in smokers
Your just looking for it
The joint taxi ride home
Your just looking for it
Puppy dog eyes between their thighs
Your just looking for it
Fucking them untill the sun rise
Your just looking for it
You just want what any child would
Yeah, you just want what any good kid do’

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SHOULD LOVE STING? [W.I.P]

God it pisses me off when you love me
But being mad ain’t no fun either
I guess I just want to reside in the battlefield
Where romance stays Hollywood, no matter the cost
For every wound we tend to
We make sure another replaces it
Sure beats making a bed in the ashes
Bored as can be

My greatest memories were never content days
Is anyone’s best memories the content days?
I remember the times you said you loved me
Just moments after telling me to die
The times you’d poke the land mines
Just to see if it was still live
Repugnant to the on looker
Polarising to the sane
But nothing made me thank god for this life
Like seeing the fire come to life in your eyes

You could never second guess our devotion
When the price of admission was so high
As you make the journey to square up to me
Only as you arrive, to end up kissing me
Cos lord knows I love it when your pissed at me
Cos being mad with you is a hell of a lot of fun

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Don’t Fret

Could he, would he, should he, might he
The diagrams never seem to match reality
A submerged clue to the mystery of adultery
Or just the aimless flight of youth?
No matter how much you dig through the wardrobes

So don’t fret darling, don’t fret
Cos it’s not like you’ll accept the truth
If it comes to you in any other way
So don’t fret darling, don’t you fret
Just close those weary eyes, and hope
You might open up your third eye one day

What if you found the key in his trainers
And unleashed the swarm from Pandora’s Box?
Would it detract from the overall objective
The security of the cuddles and kisses come moonlight
What value could the truth hold for you
When ignorance is your only path to bliss

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Vow’s Over

Awkward
Not for me, I’m doing great
But clearly I’ve been sent like Adam’s serpent
A beacon of a symbolic nature
To test your attachment to the choices made thus far
Cos you’d love nothing more then pay close attention
To his cynical colouring of Colchester’s par course
But somebody keeps stealing your gaze
And not for the first time either; if I may be so bold
It’s torture for both parties involved

Suddenly the pastels of regret invade the pallet
Thinking about what butterfly effects could put me in his seat
I didn’t follow you to V-Bar that night
Thought I’d spare you from dealing with a tyke like me
But maybe that’s the excuse of a patchwork heart
If I applied the earplugs with abandon
And followed the direction of the beat
I’d of beaten you to the doorman, for sure

Whatever the reason for this pawn to D3 move
I feel it was a pivotal one to throw the entire game
Your still the greatest mystery in my life
And the ending could betray the previews
But the way, even on your way to exit this domain
Your surroundings couldn’t help but agitate your curiosity
You double take to make sure your recollection was accurate
As our eyes once again align in perfect axis
And the smiles we exchanged in tenths of a second
Was enough to make me believe in romance again
I promise if we ever occupy the same space once again
We’ll trade a few words too

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The Rest Of Known Existence Has Gone Home

We’re past the Tequila’s abilities
To alter your perception of the night
Somehow I don’t think having a sober one
Would’ve stopped the waves from flowing over you

12 feet high, takes the lighting down with it
Full of neon colours, galaxies and stars
Phasing through the Bourbon glasses and furniture
There’s no man alive who could outrun it now
You should’ve seen this unnatural disaster coming
When the fuel tanks started to run dry
But you were so damn sure you could get it all back
I dunno where exactly you were thinking the oasis lied
From locking lips with a love born from the smokers bench
Maybe as the nocturne’s fills up your hollow husk
Or perhaps after you shove the 3rd spirit down your throat
But you should’ve known, you can’t get back what you lost
Your friends have no idea what it’s about
But you know it all to well
As your arm slips from the melting bar counter
And the faces of your platoon soon follow suit
While the friendly modnation nursing his beer in the corner
Takes the form of Baphomet under the shadows cover
Beckons you over in order to answer your call
The one you made as the Nymphs united and loneliness took you
The colours trade places at the blink of an eye
Your ability to recall anything slips through your fingers
None of the others can tell what’s going on
And you wouldn’t dare let on what is
So just smile through it, and keep yourself together
For heavens sake, please just keep yourself together

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WHERE DID THEY GO? HELLO…? [W.I.P]

The setting of a crystallises caper
A backdrop of pure beauty
A little batshit nipper couldn’t ask for better
As the hue’s rise from the soil come nightfall
But the shine depends on it’s light source
And little by little, each beam goes out
The jewels all dim day by day
The memories of colour in these caves gets hazy

Where did everyone decide to go?
Did they find it better then staying here?
Or do they envy me for remaining
I wish I could tell them they’re not missing out
Anywhere’s gotta be better then here
Talking to apparitions echoing against the walls
Based on the recollections of people long gone
Oh where did they go? I hope it’s better then here

I hope there’s some way to communicate
Maybe through the clang of the dim amethyst
The PSA’s have to go through the lying complex
I’ll act like I’m stronger then ever
Like I got it all under control, It’s all going to plan
I didn’t love ‘em, Oh no! I left them
And of course I don’t miss them, not one bit
Of course I don’t need them, I’m just fine me
The pillars of my life aren’t collapsing without them, not true
My reasons to live aren’t dwindling as they leave, nuh-uh

Does it take sulking like a baby to admit it?
I feel like I’ve regressed a year or two by now
As I retreat to a barren alleyway
To make the message echo through out Queen Street
I’m the lost puppy without an owner
Isn’t their anyone with the spare time to pick me out?
I know someone’s gonna fill her shoes soon
But soon isn’t quick enough
Cos without a hopeless romance to dote on
With no fantasy to dream of to pass the time
It drags, everything drags
Without a receiver of my dead sea tales
With no one peeking round my corner to check on me
It drags, this life drags

So where did everyone go?
I hope they’re with people better then I was
Maybe they can tell me how to join them
The secret code that gives the necessities everyone has
The hug on the sofa, the thumbs grabbing the wrist
Just to make it through the day unscathed again

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Fatal Scenarios, Midst Daydream

The hideous prospect, constantly replaying
What if I up and faded away?
What if it were to happen today?
And I don’t mean visualize the worth of my life
The tears shed, the funeral they’d throw me
All the sweet things they’d say on the pulpit

I mean think of all the loosened threads
That’d lead to a point without an ending
No lessons learned, No glory gained
Unsavoury and unsatisfying to say the least
I’d walk out and their perception would be left intact
“The little shit head toerag, never good for owt”
Their vision will be immortalised for all time
That I didn’t have the talent to tie my shoelaces
I’d never get to see their stupid mugs
As I would slip form behind the smoke
Onto centre stage of a pristine coliseum
Like a prosecutor with the fingerprint results
It’s there in plain view, all the bias, all the bullshit
Trapped in your filter, distorting your view
Cos I’m standing a hell of a lot higher then you
To think of being late to THAT appointment
Courtesy of faulty brakes on a Ford Focus
Really materializes the time limit in my mind
I know these things take time, you gotta be patient
But these words can’t express how tragic it would be

If anything were to cut this story short

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Strats

A cacophony of cheers and guffaw
With the bare minimum of effort
The meek clashing pints with serial killers
Like rain drops falling and grass growing
Insane in the eyes of the sane
But they’re in triple digits, while I remain with the one
That makes me re-evaluate my odds
Who’s the truly mad one here?

I weigh up all the dialogue trees
It’s never just ‘Howdy, how’s it going?’
They take to your honey coated wingspan
And suddenly thugs and lords are banging at your door
It’s probably best to ferment in the void
Treat my free time like crown jewels
So they see my appearance like a Bigfoot sighting
Keep the invitations a V.I.P basis

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