LYRIC BLOG

THE CREASE

Into the dark, into the dark
I’m craven, I’m empty and I’m
Cubicled, and hoovered through 
It is taking me back, taking me back for love making
Somewhere down the camera phones
In the crude, in the crude
In the lull, in the lull bestride us
It is taking me back, taking me back for more

Why don’t you show me?
Why don’t you love me?
(Just starting, just starting to learn that)
Looking at you each evening is better than the real thing,
Still I will be the one to crawl underneath the only life
Where I’m watching me watching me

Into the dark, into the dark
You're lambent and you're just above the crease
Of that feeling, that feeling, that feeling of a grid plan
That is taking me back, taking me back for love making
With someone that I've never known
And I don't choose and I don't
Try making it good, making it good because
Every move is just taking me back, taking me back for more

Why don’t you show me?
Why don’t you love me?
(Just starting, just starting to learn that)
Looking at you each evening is better than the real thing,
Still I will be the one to crawl underneath the only life
Where I’m watching me watching me

NO GOOD

Got to be sane, got to be cold
Got to behave like I was told, to shake with no faults and be
Got to be numb, got to be fine
Got to become what I was like, when I was all mine, and nobody else’s
 
Try to sit still, sit still,
Moments swell up to size and shudder on the Limbic sill,
But I keep it in a tea cup love, cuz all that I’ve found is it’s no good
You know that it’s no good
 
Catching it plumb, touching the sides,
Remember those open-gullet eyes? I’ll do it alone, oh I’ll do it alone
Stuck to the floor, yet slipping away,
That rheumatoid taste in waves again;
And the order is tall, and the internet’s slow, In my apnea-warmth, I wallow.
 
Try to sit still, sit still,
Moments swell up to size, and shudder on the Limbic sill,
But I keep it in a tea cup love, cuz all that I’ve found is it’s no good
You know that it’s no good

ITCHY TEETH

So I cough, I heave awake with the juggernaut,
Sold to a new grey, and in his arms I
Churn an hour at the bus stop; that brummie metre salivates
And tolls like a migraine

Like itchy teeth, like a second hand
Just me and my trolley and ‘got no change, man

Deep corners, mainline, fill the grey I can’t.
Oh wait, yea, now do I see this - bedaub me in kind

Just grow and grow and start your families, fake the landing,
Seethe like an engine, "stay calm
and keep an eye on the GDP”, clever people terror cry.
Weep for the ending.

Like itchy teeth, like a second hand
Just me and my trolley and ‘got no change, man

Deep corners, mainline, fill the grey I can’t.
Oh wait, yea, now do I see this - bedaub me in kind.
A quick mouth to mouth, a bright undertone,
Oh, England, that sound is a belly ache for don’t know.

ELEPHANT CARPETS

Fidget in the back seat, dread
Written in the faces, step
To the rhythm of the way we get blue
That worry in the naked morning, got thicker with the wasting-Timeline
I’ll be a pushover, lost in you

Baby, It’s like you’re not there at all

Slipping on a structure bent
Fetid in the big pretend
Hear the cackle of the things I’m meant to do
Sitting with the filtered stories that never came true
Back into a skyline made for you

Baby, swimming in these crowds, kiss me in the waiting lounge
Swipe away, swipe away, neck down
A marionette, you know you’re not yours, suspend
Our abeyance, oh elephants, turn around

There’s summin' in the way we’re looking for a chance
And there’s summin' in the way those elephant carpets fiddle with the new hearts
And there’s summin' in the way we’re lobbying the world
And there’s summin' in the way it laughs
There’s summin' in the way our touches are caught 
By a voyeur-ish gaze and a sticky scroll-down through
The history bar
And there’s summin' in the way our eyes, our eyes stopped meeting
And there’s summin' in the way I can’t, summin' in the way so I can’t
Feel it. It’s like it’s not there at all

HERMITAGE

A bit of nothing, and I concede it
Bag a window seat because I’m feeling things
Keep it under a Stella backbone, or turn the TV on will you please
I need a new one, because you’re still creasing the duvet sheets

You sigh, and reach to your bedside table
‘Yea if you say so’, the lamp-shade over your shoulder goes
Tip-toe and your big talk is all it needed for me to see this
You seem far, now I think you’re on the ropes

Hold on, maybe it’s this and that but they’re pinned down
It’s all gone, when it’s all gone I’ll be seeping out
It’s never what it seems, but I know, I know
Maybe it’s this and that but they’re pinned down

You say that you’ll do anything
Well pull your white socks up cheaper trainers
In the hope of losing your focus love

Tip-toe and your big talk is all it needed for me to see this
You seem far, now I think you’re on the ropes

Hold on, maybe it’s this and that but they’re pinned down
It’s all gone, when it’s all gone I’ll be seeping out
It’s never what it seems, but I know, I know
Maybe it’s this and that

 

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