The Sitting Room (2:22)
You are just a tenant here, you say
Living in and out of this life
As cheaply as you can
I sit here in the darkness
gently
Like an old woman
Thoughts knot and click like brittle bones
doing too much
Trying to question all of this
Trying so hard to fade out
in the blackness
all of the fear
all of the tears that bring us to this
Sometimes it is better that we sit
here in the silence
I don't look at you
and you don't seem to notice
And the reasons -
the reasons are impossible to see converge
They gather like dust upon a shelf
Swimming (1:39)
Your body is the shoreline
sometimes I am the sea
clinging desperately
feeling all the contours
Ebbing away
pulled by the tides
- the moon
and digital clocks
sensitive to nothing
Parting hours -
time falls through our fingers
like sand
An Ordinary Life (2:34)
The madman looked inside the eyes of the face upon the mirror -
"It seems I'm losing my way again" - he sighed
And once again the tell-tale tears begin their journey
down an ever deepening track
His wife places a hand upon his shoulder
How over these past few months, he's aged so many years
He'd give this life to live again
He'd be so more daring, be so much bolder -
But a little less aware
It's something of which he can't be certain
And so he stays restrained and hurting
At breakfast he places a kiss upon his only daughter
How he longs for her to run to them as she did when she was young,
But her secrets have become her fears too
Yet still she remains his child
His still-pretty wife manages so well
Makes excuses for his abscence
Tries so hard to find the road he's on
The madman combs his hair
His expression has returned almost to normal
and he blends almost perfectly with the crowd
Back into an ordinary life
An ordinary life
Shades (2:00)
Through the soft shades of summer
Fused together
by the strange seasons of the city
The stationary is stained with all
my failings
The bed lays now cold
and empty as a casket
Your body left it's shape upon the sheets
and little else
I shall dress my room
in the colours of sadness...
Short Story (party mix!) (1:53)
There is a little place
in a little room
Where a little chap
hides away amidst the gloom
Tucks his little legs
underneath a well-worn chair
Plucks a piece of paper
and attacks at his despair
A stubby lead pencil
scratches through the fears
Of every little cruelness
that reduces us to tears
Sharp is the lead
but will it penetrate
All the nooks and crannies
that this world creates
There is so little time
for us to stop and look
As he places the cover
upon his little book
There will come a day
when this little man will die
And they'll put him in a tiny hole
underneath the sky
His little lead pencil,
book and chair
Will be placed inside a plastic bag
and taken who knows where ...
The Power Game (0:46) *
I've been sitting here all day
Trying to understand
Why people want to rule each other
When the problem's close at hand
A little less of what you want
And more of what you've got
Is enough to keep you struggling
Without hatching other plots
But justify yourself!
Don't satisfy yourself!
You should be out there voting
Say the power mongers gloating
The Left Wing rich
Trying to shed their guilt
Go knocking down dreams
Before they're even build
Don't tell me how to live my life
Don't tell me what to do
Repression is always brought about
By people with politics
and attitudes like you
All We Have To Be Thankful For (4:16)
She clutches on to his protruding hips
for dear life
Going down
she is going under
She wishes he were emotional
or something approaching tenderness
Outside the weather beats a little harder
than her heart
Not even this will keep them together
She makes love
He makes time pass a little less painfully
One and the same perhaps
This time it could be everything
It's enough reason for staying
It's enough to make you want to die
The hardest part is trying
not to make a mess of it all
It's all we have to be thankful for
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