Wednesday 23 June 2010

A Prism of Lonely Hearts

this line came to me a long time ago and has been saved on my phone drafts ever since til I started to think on it and wrote this in my train journey back from Southampton on monday :)

A crowded place, a limit of space
So many stories, mostly to bore me

Who’s feeling fine?
Who’s killing time?

A prism of lonely hearts - New born, new found and now lost
Hidden under this microphone - of these boys, & these girls & everyone else
Triangle of absent thoughts - is taking, me over, as I sit
looking at my reflection - it’s cloudy, shadows mixed with dirt
In this prism of lonely hearts

Multiple of faces, all skipping graces
Indeed I’m restless, not entirely helpless
Babies are born, soon they’ll be worn
Children are dying, people are lying

Who’s feeling fine?
Who’s killing time?

A prism of lonely hearts - New born, new found and now lost
Hidden under this microphone - of these boys, & these girls & everyone else
Triangle of absent thoughts - is taking, me over, as I sit
looking at my reflection - it’s cloudy, shadows mixed with dirt
In this prism of lonely hearts

As I reminisce my past,
I wish I’d said if asked

Don’t take my photograph,
cos I don’t want to look back and smile
The future is my upper class,
that was mine, but I chose to walk the mile

Who’s feeling fine?
Who’s killing time?

A prism of lonely hearts - New born, new found and now lost
Hidden under this microphone - of these boys, & these girls & everyone else
Triangle of absent thoughts - is taking, me over, as I sit
looking at my reflection - it’s cloudy, shadows mixed with dirt
In this prism of lonely hearts

I have nothing to say

"I have nothing to say" - came from Emma's mouth herself!

So let’s begin at the beginning cos we’ll never find the end
because before my life is over I’ll pretend to lose a friend
you’re a manipulative liar and you are on TV
life isn’t fiction else I’d re-write history

My mouth is always taped up
To hide the freedom we were once allowed
My heart is always barred up
To hide the passion that once rang loud

I have nothing to say as corporation tells me
I have nothing to do as my employment record shows me
I have nothing to be cos all dreams end in failure
Truth is I don’t really have anything to say ever.

So we’ve reached the centre stage, here’s a mini chance
Most can’t escape the gutters for fear of a failed dance
We’re onto a winner let’s create our fantasy
but life isn’t fiction else I’d re-write history

My hands are always hand-cuffed
To give the upper-classes everything
My legs are always static
To let them have the final sing
My mouth is always taped up
To hide the freedom we were once allowed
My heart is always barred up
To hide the passion that once rang loud

I have nothing to say as corporation tells me
I have nothing to do as my employment record shows me
I have nothing to be cos all dreams end in failure
Truth is I don’t really have anything to say ever.

I can’t change the world, but I could change mine
but it’s hard to be successful when you want un-sentimental

My hands are always hand-cuffed
My legs are always static
My mouth is always taped up
to hide the passion that once rang loud

Pasta Song

With One Lick makes me high
And one touch lets me know
That you look so good, that you look so good,

One Lick makes me high
One touch lets me know
That you look so good, that you look so good,

One Lick makes me high
One touch lets me know
You look so good tonight,

One Lick makes me high
One touch lets me know
That you look so good on a night like this,
And it feels so tender on the crisp of my lip
And you look so good on a night like this,
I’m tasting you and it feels like bliss

Like a breath of fresh air, or a travelling fair
The colour of mould, and the bleached blonde hair,
When the surfboard’s up, your swimming for free,
And you catch the bus, and feel empty,

Sensational, like flavours of the air
Educational, like the moments we’ve been spared,
I love you, there’s no more to be said
Turn the heat up, gonna boil and drop em off dead,

One lick makes me high,
One touch let’s me know
Can you guess what this song’s about? Can you guess what this song’s about?

Fuelled by a Liquid Confidence

I wrote this after my first day of University, in Poole (after a night out, I was tired, and just realising I wasn't at home, the song reflects the night tbh)

A modest upsettation was we had last night
We held our own on the dancefloor, they got into a fight
Drinks bought by strangers, is this romance in the air?
The cloud on the Horizon is blurring everywhere I stare

Is this just one of them?
Another night, morning light, wasting my life
Why are we here again?
I hear sound, ringing bell, playing loud.

An honest alteration, the shifting of your skirt
Trying to create some envy, or just a regular flirt?
A dreamboat of forgiveness as you plead another chance
Truth of the matter, if asked you’ll take the dance.

Is this just one of them?
Another night, morning light, wasting my life
Why are we here again?
I heard sound, ringing bell, playing loud.
Can you call me your friend?
....................
Can you clear this up my friend?
Where am I, who’s the guy, between my thighs

Alternative communication – fuelled by a Liquid confidence
Alternative migration – marked by a Liquid experience
Alternative annihilation – currently heads delirious
Alternative misconception – running circles in a trailer mess