“Let me in and I could
Run my hand up your skirt
Pull your hair
And choke you
Let me in and I could
Turn the smallest things
Into poetry
About you
Let me in
But love me first
Love my mind
And I’ll love you
I dream of you now
Stilted, shapes of peach and red flow through my mind.
I know I had you
But that was such a long time ago now that
I am not sure
It was real
She has red hair too
But it is too bright and doesn’t shine like yours.
I think I like her
Though it could just be that when I see her face
It is you I see
In her place
Her moans are not yours
The ecstasy I give her is not the same
I get my release
It isn’t the same thing as when I’m with you,
Was with you.
She’s a replacement
But that is all I can have now you’re gone
I know I love you
Or at least the memory of who you were
Before you left me
If I were to take
Every kiss
Every touch
Every fuck
And add them all up
Would I have the sum of its parts?
Or is it something I’ve just made up?
No one before
Left me wanting more
Then you came along
Singing your song
And threw my heart on the floor.
That’s where it sits
There to this day
Every ounce of my blood
Is pumping away
But I don’t think you’ve noticed
You’re much too level for that,
My eyes are fixed just on you,
And yours just on my cat
I wish I had the power
To show you how I feel
But you girl are an enigma,
I’m not even sure that you’re real.
When I get at home at night
It’s you that I’m looking for,
If something wasn’t right
I’d be straight out the door
But with you that’s no issue,
It’s you I adore
You tell me not to miss you,
Yet leave me wanting more.
There’s no one quite like you
I long for your kiss
Every day feels new,
That I insist.
Whisky is a funny friend
It provides you with a companion
But burns your throat, and your wallet
Vodka is a funny friend
It takes away all of your pain,
But you wake up, alone again.
Gin is a funny friend
It can make you the belle of the ball
But then you realise this song isn’t about you, afterall.
Wine is a funny friend
It imparts on you unforeseen intellect
But it doesn’t bother to tell you when you’re about to be sick
Beer is a funny friend
It allows you to socialise
But you get home and know, you’re not one of the guys.
Young lovers lie under the stars
And tell each other how beautiful they are
Weary men come home from work to a beer
And say they find heaven in a glass, in a bar
Lonely people eventually find a partner,
But that feeling doesn’t compare to a freshly bought car
I want to take the stars
And use them to wipe my ass
Take all the alcohol
And drink it way too fast
Open the fuel cap on every car,
And throw a lit match into gas.
People can keep their fantasies,
All I want is you next to me.
You tell me how you used to drink in bars all day
They tell me how their Dads, staggered home from the pub
Every day without fail, and beat you and your mother
All their wages went on liquor and booze,
They couldn’t afford to spend any time with you
Or you with yourself
Days spent in bars, dollars and pounds adding up
Women you thought were cheap
When you were only cheapening yourself
They make for beautiful stories, but they have no moral purpose
I can barely afford ten bottles of wine a month
Nevermind one or two a day
It makes you wonder what sort of a world we live in
When you have to be appallingly rich
Just to have a drinking problem.
An old grey tabby nudges my shin
And tells me he has a tale to tell
I go down to his level
Look into his eyes
And tell him it’d be swell
He was once a young cat
The king of the streets
He’d catch the eye,
And brighten the day
Of every cat that he’d meet.
But he figured that would be forever
No one did let him know
He would one day be old and grey
With no cat to spend his time
And all he’d feel is low.
‘Don’t do as I did’
He looked at me and said
Then he let out a final purr,
And rolled onto his side,
My new friend was dead.
I often think of that cat
And the lesson he gave,
He was an arrogant little thing,
Beautiful as he was.
I am not anyone’s to save.
Kennels on the street
Where we can all go and meet
Cigarette in mouth
How things have gone south
Round us up and pen us in
Punish us as though it’s a sin
To fight for our rights
And not going to bed at night
Pull out our hearts
We’ll bleed, but never start
To let you and your fucks win
Our rebellion is yet to begin
Do you like my display?
I enjoy it’s layout
And especially the way
You can never find your way out
There’s the queen of old
I was never really one
For doing as I was told
I am so glad that she’s gone
It’s all of the highest quality
Even the golden god
He had not time for frivolity
He was always a boring sod
They’re all here now
Those who controlled us
I want you to forget how
They’d teach us what we could discuss
Wine and Tobacco 