You Just Want
When you just want someone to lie there and be used as a slave Can I be him? When you just want someone more for their being and not so much for their brains Can I be him? When you need someone to cry on in the depths of despair I shall be elsewhere When you’re all talked out and languished silent in the physical realm I will be waiting When you just want someone to lie there and be used as a slave Can I be him? When you just want someone more for their being and not so much for their brains Can I be him? Can I be him? Can I be him?
Melin Wynt
Don’t be the one to slam the door, for I let you back in With my track record, jaws will hit the floor But all that has to change Once they see from Melin Wynt off-shore A turbine regiment is moving here We’re all set to die And with your green credentials and your ice white eyesore It’s landfill off the scale Where the sails turn from Melin Wynt I see off shore A turbine regiment moving in We’re all set to die Don’t be the one to slam at the door I won’t let you back in We’re all set to die
Faux Call
And I’m so sorry I let you down again and this was my call now I’m stalling under the pretence being just friends. I wish I was better at helping you through all of this. I wish I could call, have a good cry, hold you again. It’s those sparks in the foyer no matter the film, that I’m missing that I’m missing. No kidding. It’s the silence that somehow says it all, that I’m missing, that I’m missing, missing. It’s the backhanded praise for what you really befall (?) that I’m missing that I’m missing. No kidding. It’s the silence that somehow says it all, that I’m missing, that I’m missing. I’m better in song than I am in this role full of callousness. Now that I’m gone I hope you’ll remember that I’m here in this verse. I wish I was clever at steering you through all of this. I wish you would call, have a good cry, you’re setting me off again. And I’m so sorry I let you down again and this was my call now I’m stalling the pretence being friends. And I’m so sorry I let you down again and this was my call now I’m stalling the pretence being friends.
Betelgeuse
Fix the shortest month Fix my magnetic north Oh my bipolar crash, squeezed the arctic air out of my lungs Drop off the key For my boat has sailed to Bolivia And I may not be back in one piece. Peace at last for me Peace at last for me It’s taken my favourite month To realign the stars Oh I have travelled far To douse the astro fire within my heart Drop off the radar screen My ship has set course for the space in between Orion’s Belt and Betelgeuse I may not be back I may not be back, Believe me. Peace at last, please. For peace at last, a last minute plea For peace at last, a last minute plea For peace at last, a last minute plea It took the shortest month To fix my magnetic north Oh my bipolar crash, you’ve squeezed the arctic air out of my lungs. Drop off the key, For my boat has sailed to Bolivia And I may not be back in one piece. That’s peace at last, for me. Peace at last, for me. Please. For peace at last, a last minute plea.
Peter Rabbit Tea
Surface
I fled at the thought of losing you again But then, you’re someone who has never been found You’re someone who has never been found And now it’s my turn to hide, if not out here then inside It’s both of us have run to ground My life is a whole lot safer underground Why would I ever surface again? To be outshone and eclipsed by your invisible friend Why would I ever surface again? I’m no less obsucure and ignored than your invisible friend Why would I ever surface again? I’m no more in love(?) and cast down than your invisible friend Why would I ever surface again? Why would I ever surface again? I close my eyes and I count to ten times ten And ready or not and it’s a heady descent Ready or not and it’s a heady descent I fled at the thought of losing you again But then, you’re someone who has never been found As someone hardly desperate to be found Why would I ever surface again? To be outshone and eclipsed by your invisible friend Why would I ever surface again? I’m no less obsucure and ignored than your invisible friend Why would I ever surface again? I’m no more in love(?) and cast down than your invisible friend Why would I ever surface again? Why would I ever surface again?
Rules Of Engagement
The things I’ve got to get done Are getting harder to do. The one thing I thought of as fun Has become a battle with you A battle both of us lose. Rules of engagement Rules of containment Girls (?) look for meaning The truth was what we got was (?) at their listening post Covert (?) and containment. The things that I’ve got to get done Are getting harder to do.