It’s nice to have someone To lie in bed with On a Sunday When you’re coming down Watch the Eastenders omnibus Try to eat your Sunday dinner Unsuccessfully The afternoon sun Pours in through the gaps in the blinds Oh, it’s nice to have someone To lie in bed with On a Sunday When you’re … Read More
Afternoons in half-lit roomsDusty sideboards, itchy coatsMincemeat and apostle spoonsAnd being at each others’ throatsThe master of your own demiseYou’ll never get your way back whenSpite and money, plastic liesSuky, take it off againLight the candles, say your prayersHow things used to glow and shineNo-one listens, no-one caresOliver and Valentine Years ago and years awaySmile … Read More
November afternoonIn my head it’s still mid Juneand tomorrow’s coming soonNot this dreary afternoon Amazing how it feelslike I never left that placeA place I once belongedEchoes of a song Your life as you would tell itHanging on the wallAll the frames and memoriesAnd you lived through it all The title of your picture:‘Autumn 1985′A … Read More
She was strange sometimes Always wronged in some way by everyone in her own mind at least And I always smiling was surprised when she said “I hope my kids don’t end up like you.” At first it seemed quite normal Slightly offensive perhaps if I was the type to be offended But reasonable I … Read More
If everyone is God in drag then there’s no one to blag and the past and the present and the future It’s all just a space An idea A glimpse of an expression on anybody’s face And it’s everything and nothing It’s nothing It’s nothing It’s nothing
I stared across the room. Before the Brewery was the Brewery, it was LA’s; a dark, dingy nightclub with black walls and a sticky black floor. It got closed down in the end because it was notorious for drugs, fights and never IDing anyone – even if they were obviously about ten. The only way … Read More
A plagiarised revolutionTurned on its headCheap copiesprinted on t-shirtsand disposable trinkets.Phone casesPlasticLandfill and chewing gum
Never walk on three Never take third light But I get wasted Every night Doesn’t make much sense But what ever will? Anything for laughs Any dumb cheap thrill
I can’t quite think why we try We’re born, we shirk the truth, then die And everyone believes the lie And likes to call it getting by We dwell on words that hurt sometimes I don’t think reason fits my rhymes I don’t excuse myself these crimes We all have these thoughts sometimes Empty words … Read More