Another Sunday Psalm
So I’d send them back With their red little bird And why they smile When you know i’m done These pay on the air And a lazy old sun To keep the heat in every earclamp A forest far side was thinking The trees all try A thousand times To wrestle down the wind If they’re in the hays At the opening roam A far that he wants but I must let go Cause how many years can you keep this fall Too many other Cats are craving They’re polishing Their paws and saying In Fifteen words What took me years To hang my name upon The crowd float the isles As you render in slump Over yellow stone cliffs to holy love It sees this disease And all that is done Consoling all the unpayed artists The chance to finish what tey’ve started
A Softer Voice Takes Longer Hearing
Mid the pause In the wreckage came The peculiar light Of a Saturday Fictions form In the ghost of years But they fell apart As they always do Seething limbs all stick together Where a firmer hand would serve you better Cause the streets you walk are unforgiving And a softer voice takes longer hearing Father said Well there isn’t much That you couldn’t do WIth the right approach Every hour Is a cavalcade To be gazed upon As it slips away Seething limbs all stick together Where a firmer hand would serve you better Cause the streets you walk are unforgiving And a softer voice takes longer hearing Thought you’d found Everything you’d lost In the open arms Of a council paw All our hopes On this summer’s day Is it boring you? Cause it’s boring you Seething limbs all stick together Where a firmer hand would serve you better Cause the streets you walk are unforgiving And a softer voice takes longer hearing A softer voice takes longer hearing
Fight For Everyone
When you’re saved by the ring of the bell, Is it hard to relax when you’re told that you can never fail? Has the spit that you spit from your teeth Been replaced by a taste that has all but lost its novelty, You don’t need to change, You just need fire and a little faith In order to get what you want done, you must fight for everyone. In order to get to what you needed, you spend time and nothing much. And the moral is you live and learn. There’s a barb in your heart in a world on which we turn And it seems you see what you mean When you say last train and sold and rolling over me, You don’t need to change; you just need fire a little faith. X2 And the moral is you live and learn.
Tearing The Arches Down
When you’re three sheets to the wind It’s best to move slowly Forgiving yourself your sins A part of the process You’re born with the bloodshot eyes And legend in your lunch time The words you scrawl on the wall Are filling the silence A totem pole in your home For warding off violence Ignoring the outstretched arms The body you pushed too hard Don’t you know the cracks can be seen? It’s space you know what I mean What this beat will never be Tearing the arches down And nailing the old doors shut And tearing the arches down These streets they used to look big, These houses were holy. A low fidelity scene Unblemished by progress The memory stained foot steps Will bury the day we left Don’t you know the cracks can be seen? It’s space you know that I mean What this beat will never be So tearing through the urban heart But the more you see the more you want Oh, but the tragedy is it has to stop Tearing the arches down And nailing the old doors shut And tearing the arches down
The Sober Scent Of Paper
Chains stretch the great lake around you Pull you along by the knots in your hair It’s just like you’d never been there Cold tooth and ice scattered islands Faithfully facing the warmth of the sun All to the quickening dawn Fever on the thorough-way brow The sober scent of paper Teething cries in what the rain hides Where not enough to save you Faith is a race from the silence Widens and swallows you Head first and whole Fight through the whitening bones Secede while you can while you’re able Sorrow may tap at the root of your song Light sparks the opening bomb Fever on the thorough-way brow The sober scent of paper Teething cries in what the rain hides Where not enough to save you Every ache is dissolved in the brine And the waves from the bay and then rise But the shark ridden garden will run dry again
All I Have Seen
Got a song in my head And it’s driving me mad No more, no more All I have seen Take it from me Heard a sound from the East Now we all have to leave Slow down, slow down All I have seen Take it from me; Got a sting in my thimp And it’s a side I’ll conceal No more, no more All I have seen Take it from me; At a rise Seeing nothing Sever the shores Of vaulting to scenes But I can’t stop looking And settle beside A note in a mean Got a song in my head And it’s driving me mad No more, no more All I have seen Take it from me; All I have seen Take it from me;
Everyone Understands
God-damned these things that keep bleeding I’m wriggling like a dog in a sack Taunt by the thought but Still grinning like a criminal What do you get for all the Free wheeling? A Pirouette in a castle of sand Try for the prize and unravel in The blink of an eye You’ve been given a role that everyone understands To be given a role that everyone understands With the money that you hawk You build another wall Unhook the phone Stop ringing Come at the outcome of the man Feeling the heat and the oven isn’t even on The eyes in the night are not fiddles Trembling in the weight of the air Regards us now their menace is subliminal You’ve been given a role that everyone understands To be given a role that everyone understands Whith the money that you hawk You build another wall Beats in the feed You can do what you want with it I took the owners to hell with the ownership Five years and sixes and sevens Sated the taste by not singing Too many inns and not enough outs Slain on the eve of another indefensible day This isn’t quite what I had envisaged Whithering with the NišIćibee The flame on the lawn overran us In the dead of the night You’ve been given a role that everyone understands To be given a role that everyone understands With the money that you hawk You can build nothing at all
Life Is A Cabriolet
All the rain keeps us up all night It drips through cracks and it fuses light But the life we used to live Was so much sadder than this Now you’re teaching me wrong from right. I am the thorn in your tender side A convict cast in chains A soul that won’t be saved Won’t be saved. And it’s so good to see you smile As we make light of those darker times When hopelessness was hit And tragedy a thing. In the arc of the crazy ride The wheels careened off the mountainside Let every heart confess In breath upon the glass Don’t look back. These ups and downs will soon come round Your expectations frayed Oh, life is a cabriolet!
One Man And His Fug
By the way dunno what’s gotten into me I was raised revering the Bible Born to be a paragon of Industry See me now chasing survival It’s all right to split from a scene It’s all new to me now. If I say what you want to hear, The face in the mirror won’t look right. The face in the mirror won’t look right. In a way I miss the thought of apathy And the great days it surrounded. Buried in the comfort of monotony Treading water keeps you from drowning Too late I fear I’ve been seen A flood spoke in a wheel If I say what you want to hear, The face in the mirror won’t look right. The face in the mirror won’t look right. So you see I lost a little appetite Wading through the hot water musing WHen the string of day to day and half the night Stays the same you just have to use it. It’s all new to me now. If I say what you want to hear, The face in the mirror won’t look right. The face in the mirror won’t look right. The face in the mirror won’t look right. The face in the mirror won’t look right It’s all new to me now. If I say what you want
Forever Shall We Wait
In silence we shall sit Contemplating everything The world and how we came to be Alone aboard the ark The same thoughts every night Bathed in cold fluorescent light If this is it then what a ride, Wake me when it’s through. To have it all and seize the day. To go where no one else dare stray Bereft shall we wait In light of developments I suggest we start again The 9 to 5 the 6 to 10 have Swallowed ever urge And it makes no difference When all your money goes on rent The never ending arguments To be put up in arms To have a place to call our own To shorn the old familiar road Forever shall we wait These arms are heavy These feet are raw I cannot walk But I can crawl Into the arms of another Monster lurking somewhere deep inside My mind set on the brink I miss it from the kitchen sink Regret the days you didn’t glimpse A spark amid the mild Invading every scene Welcome to the working week A place to hide until we leave To dream perchance to sleep To grease the corridors of youth I let them tell me what to do. I won’t do that again. These arms are heavy These feet are raw I cannot walk But I can crawl Into the arms of another Monster lurking somewhere deep inside Deep inside, Deep inside, Deep Inside
We Go Together
We smoke a last cigarette And pour ourselves into bed The afternoon repeats in perfect form That spot in the devil’s shade Exploded in light again And even now, the night is caving in. Sleep just an hour to sing It’s great when you cut back in We go together. We go together. We’re burning the midnight oil. Three cheers for the human form. We celebrate it’s beauty and it’s pain. And what lies in store for me now? What violence will I sizzle out? A little bit of all I ever craved. It’s just like you always say, We make such a perfect mess. We go together. We go together. Each parting kiss The daylight’s out of me. And endless Sunday slump. Just waiting for the moment We have got. Believe me, believe me It’s all that we’ve got. Full bloom on the autumn breeze We shed the desire to please. And ever more reveal a paler shade. Those words that were never said. Unfurl in an endless list The sun will rise again on nothing new. Then as our bodies twist, You do what you do again. We go together. We go together.
The Last In A Long Line
Waiting in line for your happy ending Blinking away the blood from your eyes And what is the point of being embarrassed? And what is the point of living a lie? We’re the last in a long line We’re the last in a long line Meanwhile outside the magnolia opens Petals are plucked and flung to the floor What is the point of sitting in silence? And what is the point of hiding at all? We’re the last in a long line We’re the last in a long line We’re the last in a long line The last in a long line