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Holler!
How’d you end up here?
I’ve fallen!
We don’t see any tears, boy
Stolen!
Who would need your sobs?
The industry!
Don’t play games with us
Oh!
Holler!
You’re a noisy pest
I’m cold!
We couldn’t care less
Don’t!
What is it you want?
Feel a fire!
Then stand up and make one!
Oh!
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Glued to the periscope
The bees bumble about
A summer breeze shagging late buds without sound
The merry hour sprouts
And I whisper corny songs
and the bay explodes
All the words glow warm and aloud
while I slumber through the seaport
Onto a scrap i wrote
a poem and I knocked about
A street band was begging for love birdies’ feet
with sweeping and imploring sound
And I tried so hard
to relive our rising tide
But my wheels and their wires are shrouded in clouds
so I couldn’t reach any further
I was in love and everything felt
like soft whiskers gracing alabaster
And his name was Arthur
His name was Arthur
His name was Arthur
And I never saw Arthur again
I remember your old coat, effete and washed out
And the pinned up red button upon which you wrote
‘I’d rather die than doubt’
But still you would’t come
Guess I wasn’t the one
But before I could enquire my ticket been punched
amidst speculation
I was in love and everything felt
like soft whiskers gracing alabaster
Oh his name was Arthur
His name was Arthur
His name was Arthur
His name was Arthur
And I never saw Arthur again
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I’ve been going away
to a place where there aren’t any faces
A place where decay and dying are not a big deal
All the front yards are sad
Swimming pools muted or sealed
I’ve been slipping away
off to a place where everything is equal
There is no shame
Only fruit for the like-minded vegans
Nothing to take away
The abundance you see here is real
But I’m tired and sleepy
but I have to be here
I have to see the alternative wrong
so I know to what evil I’m bringing my songs
You’re a greedy bunch!
One evil is enough
It reveals us which way to swing
Spare me all your cheap stuff
I have no love left for those things
I’ve been pushing my lungs
in a desert full of meaningless songs
And look how far I’ve come
I sing for no-one and everyone
I’m tired and sleepy
but I have to be here
I have to see the alternative wrong
so I’ll know to what evil I might be bringing my songs
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So much pleasure in pretending
In adding other figures to the show
This is where the game starts, this is where we grow
This is extending
Acting sounds a little too dramatic
Just take an interview or start cleaning your homes
Pretence is mini-movement, buttons on a blouse
A little tending
I tend to stand up
whenever I’m sad
Send in an uncle, any uncle, and I will stand mad
That’s how you ought to roll
Our fingers are for feeling, not for sending
messages and arguments alone
May i touch your hair, your thistle and your thorn
see if I like it?
Now, something in your eyes tells me you’re lying
just because you’ve lied to me before
Forgive me when I end it, your character got stuck
You may start over
You really don’t have a choice
We always end up drying each-others eyes
They’re just my eyeballs, and your eyeballs,
They look alike
That’s how you ought to roll
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Is there anything
you want to say to us?
We haven’t heard you sing for a while
Things don’t stay the same
they are changed for us
And i know you have changed
in many ways that I’ll never understand
You have to learn to thrust
your head in the wind
Mesmerising just isn’t enough
Kings are born with name
but lay awake like us
Every person is a small piece
but not all pieces are the same
A he, a she, gracing the long cord in a circus, watch them
Simply sustaining a balance for the audience
You, me, everyone’s a vital part of the staging
Like butterflies we flit around in the equation
Crawl over the cusp
and look around
Mud splat, tears and blood
they will dry up
Our drummer is afraid
he plays without a sound
If you teach him all your tricks
and how to hold his sticks
then they might once again land loud
A he, a she, gracing the long cord in a circus, watch them
Simply sustaining a balance for the audience
You, me, everyone’s a vital part of the staging
Like butterflies we flit around in the equation
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A beach with kids
wet dogs running
A floating ball
there by the rocks
The waves absorb
the pleasure chord
A careless snore
Hey, what is that thing, coming in?
A wooden ship
with no-one in it
Uneven hips
in the eclipse
A watcher’s call
is drowned in the wake
The rays contort
the pleasure chord
A golden shore
Hey, what is that thing, coming in?
A fleet of ghosts
heading for a home
In noise we swim
Nearly drowning
The voices crawl
and the sirens sing
A puzzle solved
Neck skin burning
The pleasure chord
Don’t bother that thing coming in
A wooden ship
with no-one in it
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Why is everything delayed?
Because I am drunk and so forth?
Hear, hear! The sound of the neighbours biting
Sinking their teeth in it’s light
Rats such as I don’t go out much
We laugh and make noises at night
This isn’t the darkness though, it’s alright
It’s just an incentive to write
See, do you ever wonder
what creature brings the light?
Drops a trapping cage in a thunder?
Makes the river glide down
and makes sure it don’t backslide?
Plays our petty minds with hunger?
It’s a beast, a fetter, a breastfeeding brace
around lullaby’s last ringing tone
The good grace in your letter, that you hadn’t noticed
All your bones and marrow
And this beast has me tethered
and cums in my face
and his giggles echo through my home
It could skin me for leather
and rock me with stones
but I know that it won’t
For it wants me to suffer
And suffer I will
If i get too exited
Will you lay me down still?
It’s a beast, a fetter, a breastfeeding brace
around lullaby’s last ringing tone
The good grace in your letter, that you hadn’t noticed
All your bones and marrow
And this beast has me tethered
and cums in my face
and his giggles echo through my home
It could skin me for leather
and rock me with stones
but I know that it won’t
For it wants me to suffer
And suffer I will
If i get too exited
Will you lay me down still?
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