January 2nd, 2009 by admin
You take your white finger
Slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer
Relax the fraying wool, slacken ties
And I’m not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes, find the eyes
Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It’s better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine
Yes it’s mine
I time every journey to bump into you, accidentally
I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate
All the girls I hate
All the words I hate
All the clothes I hate
How I’ll never be anything I hate
You smile, mention something that you like
How you’d have a happy life if you did the things you like
Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It’s better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine
Yes it’s mine
So I’m on BBC2 now, telling Terry Wogan how I made it
What I made is unclear now, but his deference is and his laughter is
My words and smile are so easy now
Yes, It’s easy now
Yes, It’s easy now
Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It’s better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine
Yes it’s mine
January 2nd, 2009 by admin
November 25th, 2008 by admin
I swapped my innocence for pride
Crushed the end within my stride
Said ‘I’m strong now I know that I’m a leaver”
I love the sound of you walking away
Mascara bleeds a blackened tear
And I am cold
Yes I’m cold
But not as cold as you are
I love the sound of you walking away
Why don’t you walk away?
No buildings will fall down
Why don’t you walk away?
No quake will split the ground
Why don’t you walk away?
The sun won’t swallow the sky
Why don’t you walk away?
Statues will not cry
I cannot turn to see those eyes
As apologies may rise
I must be strong and stay an unbeliever
And love the sound of you walking away
Mascara bleeds into my eye
I’m not cold
I am old
At least as old as you are
As you walk away
And as you walk away
My headstone crumbles down
As you walk away
The Hollywood wind’s a howl
As you walk away
The Kremlin’s falling
As you walk away
Radio 4 is static
As you walk away
The stab of stiletto
On a silent night
Stalin smiles
Hitler laughs
Churchill claps
Mao Tse-Tung
On the back
November 25th, 2008 by admin
October 24th, 2008 by admin
So if you’re lonely
You know I’m here waiting for you
I’m just a crosshair
I’m just a shot away from you
And if you leave here
You leave me broken, shattered, I lie
I’m just a crosshair
I’m just a shot, then we can die
I know I won’t be leaving here with you
I say don’t you know
You say you don’t know
I say… take me out!
I say you don’t show
Don’t move, tide is low
I say… take me out!
I say you don’t know
You say you don’t know
I say… take me out!
I know I won’t be leaving here (with you)
I know I won’t be leaving here
I know I won’t be leaving here (with you)
I know I won’t be leaving here with you
October 24th, 2008 by admin