Monday, 28 September 2009

Contraband

Dig a, dig a, dig, dig a hole in sand
Give me, give me, give me your healing hands
Be your, be your, I'll be your perfect man
Pick me, pick me, pick me from all your fans
Help me out please

Be there, be there, be there at your command
Love you, love you, my love is contraband
Miss you, miss you, I must misunderstand
So pick me, pick me, pick me from all your fans
Help me out please

Just give me one word
And I'll be round in a flash
Cuz you are the sweetest virus
You are the prettiest spider
And I cannot contain you

Sooner or later I'll forget you
I've tried so hard to forget you

Tuesday, 2 June 2009

When You Loved Me

I break my own heart every day
I tape your photographs all over my brain
This year has been a tunnel, what difference is a day?

What a difference in a garden when you loved me
What a difference in a journey when you loved me
What a difference even in absence when you loved me

Why can't I wake? Why can't I wake?
I can see myself but can't snap out of it

Thou shalt not love the traitor
Thou shalt not love the traitor
Thou shalt not love the traitor
Thou shalt not love the traitor
Thou shalt not love the traitor
Thou shalt not love the traitor
Thou shalt not love the traitor
Thou shalt not love the traitor

What a difference in a garden when you loved me
What a difference in a journey when you loved me
What a difference even in absence when you loved me
When you loved me, when you loved me

The Button

Keep pushing the button
Let it explode
Glaze your eyes
And feel it explode

Like a rat on crack
In a laboratory
Keep pushing the button
For the drip feed

It rattles your bones
Your pulse pushes faster
Push the button
For a natural disaster

Keep pushing the button
And put me to sleep
Let me have my bliss
And never wake me

Cells And Decibels

We make our entrance in a thunder cavern
Just trying to frost up the windows before the sun returns
The less light the better
We could be one of a hundred people who never seem to learn

All I could hear was heroin in my head
I never meant... I never meant

I need an LCD distraction
And a sheet over a mirror
As long as the bricks remain around us
No need to panic, no need to focus

F Dream

Dried up in a brick enclosure
Sit still like the animals
The ones that know there's no escaping
And tick tick tick away

older and wiser now
With an F dream
Strapped down like an animal
Whisper and hallucinate

So, so sleepy...

Tin Box

You are what, a hundred miles away?
Yet you're stored
And stretched on threads
From a core
In a drawer of fabric pens and watch straps
Cassette players and battery packs
And all the scraps you can't throw out
Because memory made them far too bright
And full of perfect promise
Everything you tried to write
Curled up in a plastic box of gifts
All the things you can't throw out
You can't condemn them to transience

Tuesday, 10 March 2009

Way, Way Out On The Border

God the silence stings
And my focus loops
Round a map of actions
God give me a switch

What do you want me to say?
I'm feeling better already
What do you want me to say?
Things get easier gradually
It's not worth the argument
So lock the door, let the phone flash
You let your friends down

God the mystery kills
There are too many doors
And not enough locks
God give me a switch

What do you want me to say?
Honestly, I'm doing fine
What do you want me to say?
Things just get easier with time
It's not worth the argument
So lock the door, let the phone flash
You let your friends down

I am still in love
I hate myself for it
No restraint no control
God give me a switch

What do you want me to say?
I'll say it
You push everybody away
We all care so much
But way, way out on the border
Get so tired of clinging
So tired of clinging
So tired of clinging

Monday, 9 March 2009

Dalmation Parade

God turned to gold everything that I touched and I wanted as much
But I no longer know how to pray
God gave me silver to travel the earth, to rise up from the dirt
But I no longer know how to pray

Thanks for the sunlight
Thanks for your family and your friends
Love to your enemies
Pray that none of them ever feel this way

God showed me paths that would keep me from harm, gave me riches and charm
But I no longer know how to pray
God gave me wisdom to watch from above, to believe and to love
But I no longer know how to pray

Thanks for the sunlight
Thanks for your family and your friends
Love to your enemies
Pray that none of them ever feel this way

God made me question God made me a liar, gave me greed and desire
And I no longer know how to pray
God gave me love, gave me heat in my head, gave me guilt and regret
And I no longer know how to pray

I give thanks for the sunlight
I give thanks for my family and my friends
Love to my enemies
Pray that none of you ever feel this way

Wednesday, 4 February 2009

From My Senses

Can't breathe for the dust
Can't believe it's just the two of us
Can't seem to please
Can't see the woods for the trees

I won't look away
I don't have anything to say
I stepped across the line
I stopped praying for a sign

But the tempest in my mind
Doth from my senses take all feeling
Love is blind and lovers cannot see

I lost the will to live
I'd got so much more to give
I'm not going to move
I've got so much more to prove

Can't think how to help
Can't you just do it by yourself
Can't blink, it hurts my eyes
Can't drink, it only makes me cry

But the tempest in my mind
Doth from my senses take all feeling
Love is blind and lovers cannot see

You took it in your stride
You look like you are screaming inside
You stamp out your feelings
You can't come down from ceiling

But the tempest in my mind
Doth from my senses take all feeling
Love is blind and lovers cannot see

I want simplicity
I need a love like electricity
I drop off the map
I want to sleep til you come back

Tuesday, 3 February 2009

Straw Dogs

We skipped a beat
We don’t want to be
Holed up in a golden picture frame

The lover’s dream
Doomed to a cemetery
Locked inside our selfish pride we lie

Just like the last time
We learned some fast rhymes
Like when the straw dogs come
They will bite someone
So take flight my son
Run away

We don’t like this
Open space
Where are our rules to break?

Just like the first time
We learned a cursed rhyme
When the straw dogs feed
They will make you bleed
So my son take heed
Run away

Thursday, 1 January 2009

Pretty Scars

Jenny wakes up with her face pressed to the mess
Sill wearing make up and her dress
Spread eagled out on the floor
The only comfort that she's got is a kaleidoscope
Of bottles bending lights around
Her hall of vacant thoughts

Jenny gets up to a world in black and white
Declaring this the final time
Repeating never, never again
Such a simple thing it lends itself to sympathy
But this is not a movie screen
This is a project

Jenny fall in love with anyone you see
Joy and despair are a perfect pair
Come on transport me

You have such pretty scars
Such pretty scars

Jenny hears the constant traffic on the road
Feels like her head'll soon explode
Just got to get out of here
To somewhere to ponder her desire to survive
And wonder what keeps her alive
When all around is crumbling

Jenny thinks if she relents
For just a fraction of a second
The reaction will affect everything
And so she searches for the singular distraction
That will conquer and will capture
Any fleeting honesty

Jenny fall in love with anyone you see
Joy and despair are a perfect pair
Come on transport me

You have such pretty scars
Such pretty scars

Jenny talks and all the people sit and listen
And they tell her that and this
And they all know what's best for her
She replies this is my project my horizon
And I'll chase it til I die
Because I don't know anything else

You have such pretty scars
Such pretty scars