Wednesday, 26 November 2008

Johnny Cash

Taking chances isn't easy
red tape
red tape
successful tortured souls and weirdos
can't be bothered
red tape
i haven't suffered

mental
mental
mental people make it
the only acceptance
from mouse to idol
oh bullied genius

i got the record just in time
now johnny cash is not alive
gravel, rock
losing determine
came into my life
now johnny cash is not alive

That was Some Self Pitying Nonsense

I'm going out and I feel alive tonight
It sometimes feels it all is going right
The ever changing mirror shows me each day
A picture that seems somehow new

On wednesday I was bored and feeling talentless
The truest mirror in a slump
That's indulgence
But thursday's indulgence
reflections tarnished, up again

In a slump you know you're looking through it

The ever changing faces that I see
That I show myself

Each day I'm the same person
But my underwear has changed
And each day I am basically the same
But each day my hair has changed

We are Not Old

We have our lives ahead of us
And now there'll be no tearing us apart.
And when she speaks of worldly views
in just the way that I would choose, it's art

We have our lives ahead of us
And now there'll be no tearing us apart.
And when we share a week of booze
the tiny imperfections fuse in my heart

Oh, my sweetheart
is just right

Je voudrais
si elle a mangé le petit déjeuner
mais, entre autres qualités complémentaires
nous avons le même anniversaire

Ups and Downs and Hangovers

Things are really going badly
Things are really going wrong
But I don't care cos you're with me
And I'm with you

My life is going down the toilet
My plans are going down the tube
I live in fear of disappointment
and so do you

I'm never getting out of bed again
I'm never going out this room
Feed me through a drip my friend
I can't bring myself to chew

Things are really going badly
Things are really going wrong
I think I'll drink away the pain of you

I'll never drink again I swear
It's time to make a change
My head is swollen, I feel rare
I don't feel like living much today

Things are really going well my friend
Things are picking up
I think I'll have a drink to celebrate with you

I'll never drink again I swear
It's time to make a change
My head is swollen, I feel rare
I don't feel like living much today
I don't feel like living much today
I don't feel like living much today

The Painter

I'm not a writer, I just work in paint
Painting it over until it's too late
In red and white letters they're starting to show
And teach me a lesson I already know

All that I own is clean
Except for what I'm wearing
I know that it is a ridiculous craft
To stick forks in the toaster and sit in the bath

Underfoot the whole world is shaking
And sometimes it feels like a big waste of time
But once in a while your whole world is shaken
A yellow light on a busless horizon

Lightning red wine and a mug full of tea
EL just a girl from a party
Every so often I'm driven to write
And float on the air like a childless kite

The Whiskey and the Rum

Flew into the country on a golden night in spring
You were looking pretty in spite of everything
I was out to visit for a summer far from home
And I don't want to end up all alone

Take me to the bars and clubs then take me home to bed
Dress me, feed me, lay me down, hold a damp cloth to my head
A lost and lonely figure I have now become
I have killed my head with all the whiskey and the rum
And I'm hurting so

Laying here in london my life feels so far away
I owe drinks to everyone, I have no means to pay
It hurts to think, it hurts to breath now in this room
And I don't want to end up all alone

Finally came around now and the autumn's setting in
Have a glass of vodka, I'll have a glass of gin
Drink away the night drink with the dying sun
I have killed my head with all the whiskey and the rum
And I'm hurting so

Leaving soon this stale room has been no help at all
I can't run and I can't walk, hell I can't even crawl
Feeling lost and feeling lonely, feel so far from home
And I don't want to end up all alone

Drove back to the country on a sunday afternoon
I am out of money, spent it all way back in June
Dead inside from sorrow, now you've spoiled all my fun
Dead inside from heartache, now I'm living like a bum
Dead inside from sorrow, now you've spoiled all my fun
And I have killed my head with all the whiskey and the rum

The Final Word

It's starting to get to me how you never call me back
You never really bettered yourself, just poured concrete into the cracks
Now I feel disillusioned and you're really not helping yourself
Sometimes love isn't enough, see there are too many things that you lack

Girl you treated me right in the long run but you made some dreadful mistakes
And the same things came up again and again, they were making the whole of me ache
Well I know that was all my fault and your lips were so soft and moved better than these
But you did far worse to me and you still had me down on my knees

Look I said before I was sorry and understood if you wanted to leave
I thought you said we'd be stronger from then, you'd forgotten it, you'd forgiven me
Well I guess you can't really forget that, and I guess I did do it again
But you can't say now it was all my fault, you were still right there at the end

My nature back then was submissive and weak and my love for you weakened me more
I could never have been the one who, so I'm thankful you showed me the door
I had grown more than you had dear, yes I'd grown more that you had grown dear
Our worlds never really collided, more kind of merged themselves over the years

Temper, Temper

Think about going home.
Take your time, you always moan.
And I think you should think about classes for this,
I'm sure that there's someone who could help you control your fits.

Are you thinking about lashing out again?
Take your time, you always complain.
And I think you should think about classes for this,
I'm sure that there's someone who could help you control your fists.

Five seconds is all that it takes,
to count to ten or do it again.
Leaving the room without causing distress,
or beating a man to a bloody mess.

The Best Years of My Life

I'll take you with me
I know you see
I know you love me and I love you also
But I must go
Why, I just don't know

When I leave here to start next year will our air be clear?
Will we be fine?
Will you still be mine?
We'll know in time

I've tried to give the best years of my life to you
But now we must change
If we continue this way we could be through

Forgive me all my sins
I wouldn't hurt you intentionally
I'm sorry for all the things I've done that made you sad
I didn't think

I've tried to give the best years of my life to you
I know I've done things that have made you blue
But don't forget the times I was good

And I never meant any harm
I just don't think
I just forget

And now when we speak I remember that we can strong
I know I was wrong
And I know that I've failed myself
But I'm trying to win, I'm trying to help

I've tried to give the best years of my life to you
But now I can see that I've failed us too
I can see I've failed us too

Building Dreams From Strangers' Smiles

We seemed to have some sort of connection,
I don't know.
Let's just take it easy and then we will see what grows.
There were 20 feet between us when you looked into my head.
It was like a miracle.
This is what you said:

You said I can see a thousand miles
of tarmac stretching out,
no, not one thousand, right to the horizon.
We exchanged glances and each had nothing to say.
There was solid air between us
and then we both drove away.

I try to be creative,
put some words onto a page,
but my brain has built defences,
put my mind into a cage.
Sitting here devising among the paper and the glue,
I start to think of words,
it just reminded me of you.

Driving off was such a wrench,
but in my mind it's beautiful when we finally meet again.
To be so off, so full of you
if only for a moment, it'll do, it'll do.

And if you are a genius I'll read your poetry,
but if you're not I'll become bored of it eventually.
What I've got to offer is nothing.
I'm afraid I'm a literary no-one,
not for someone of my age.

You could be a genius
or you could be a fool,
you could be an 'ologist
or you could be in school,
it doesn't matter any way, the past is all but past
except for in my memory and it probably won't even last in there

That day when I saw you driving past me in your car,
it was all about the moment 'cause I don't know who you are.
I looked at you and you smiled back and something flowed between;
building dreams from strangers' smiles is really quite obscene.

On Loop

I see heather crawling
Don't disturb the leaf
I feel rain falling underneath my feet

Tap tap tap

Everything connected
Flowing grace
Wired hair growing from your face

Aaah! We're safe

I am burning
Let's escape
I'm a wreck of shattered tape

On loop

Spilt Tea

I'm trying not to cause offense
Everything I say
A bit of niceness, more politeness
Wouldn't go astray
And as way of recompense
The next drink is on me
In the garden
Beg your pardon
Oh I've spilt my tea

Go to see the village of the tiny little men
Being polite
Flying your kite
Playing in your den
Let's have an adventure
Take a drive out to the sea
Or darling, come on
Trip to London
Oh I've spilt my tea

I want to take the cheeses out on the summer breeezes
Eating a picnic in the park

Breaking out the ginger ale and pimms for you and me
Take a wicket
Just not cricket
6 is in the tree
7 cones of ice cream
Take a boat and, sailless, sail
Up the Thames and back again
Don't spill your ginger ale

I knew to pack this shandy
I knew it'd come in handy on a sunny day like this
I'd like to see you trump it
A little tea and crumpet
Quiet living in the hiss

Male Behaviour and the Female Form

you said you're in love
that cannot be
because i don't love you
you can't love me

it's all about
the pretty little ladies
so cast you into hades
for being a man

and if i could draw
you're focus down to the floor
can't you see there's so much more to me

you're malnourished heart it thumps
for my beguiling curves and bumps
you love my lovely lady lumps

I Love My Pyjamas

I love my pyjamas
They're comfy, warm and snug
When I hear my alarms
I know I'm out of luck
I love my pyjamas
they keep me safe at night
When I'm in my pyjamas
Everything's alright

Tuck me in and say goodnight
Tell me everything's going to be alright
Sing me to sleep with a lullabye
Brush my teeth and towel me dry
I love my pyjamas, they really sure are swell
If I could I'd wear pyjamas in the day as well

I'm Not Addicted

I'm not addicted
I don't need your help
because it's something that I like to do
I could stop it if I wanted to

And I'm not addicted
It's only when I'm drinking
And it's only at the weekend
or I'm up all night
or I've got some left

Should we face the facts as they appear
or put ourselves to the test
Because all those months were easy when I wasn't living here
and I could feel the difference in my chest

So 10, 10, 10 should probably be enough
10, 10, 10 should probably be enough
For you, you, but maybe that's not quite enough for 2
2 2 of us to feel rough
tomorrow morning

I Fell in Love With a Boy From KFC

Even after all I had accomplished I was hungry for more
That's when I saw him filling buckets and mopping the floor
The room starting spinning I was dizzy from the dancing and the booze
He gave me some chicken, I threw up on my shoes

I said "I'm a singer
I've got a guitar
Join me and baby
we could go far
What you're doing here"
i said "is lost on me"

I fell in love
I fell in love
I fell in love
I fell in love
With a boy from KFC


It was the end of a chaotic narcotic night in the town
A cabaret carnival, it was dragging me down
My partner was stricken, sitting in the shop on the ground
But he gave him some chicken and it brought him around

I said "I'm a singer
I've got a guitar
Join me and baby
we could go far
You're wasted in here
can't you see?"

I fell in love
I fell in love
I fell in love
I fell in love
With a boy from KFC

Now I'm a singer
I've got a guitar
without that boy
we'd have never got far
I'll always remember the night that
we became three

I fell in love
I fell in love
I fell in love
I fell in love
With a boy from KFC

all to yourself

Having said you tickled my dreams
and made me laugh,
heaven sent,
you opened my beans
and only used half

Seemingly apparent
in a tatty black dress,
raiding fridges,
hiding wrinkles under your vest,
all over your chest

Now I know that all you ever wanted was yourself
up on your shelf,
Virus, tumor, fat consumer
drinking my health
all to yourself

Passing blame to evil employers,
shame on you
Light reflected world destroyers
Why not sue?
Seize your opportunities,
shame on me,
trample, maim and disregard
because life can be mean