Lyrics/poetry/words for new album WHATEVER
JABBER
Jabber
Gabba
X 4
GO NORTH
Potty mouth,
Potty trained,
Ankle sprained,
Go south, go east, go west, go north.
Sotty ‘n’ sweep,
It’s ,
Time to live your life,
It’s ,
Let’s do it..let’s do it again.
Time passes,
Cute cheeked lasses,
Doe eyed and bushy tailed,
Libido insidious.
Go south, go east, go west, go north.
Go south, go east, go west, go north.
WHATEVER
Style over content,
Form over hi hat snip,
Bass kick, guitar lick.
The groove is the same, the groove is the same,
In whatever song.
Chopped and edited by luck,
The groove is the same, the groove is the same,
Bass boosted, treble echo schlock,
in whatever, whatever, whatever song.
Chorus willing,
Top billing,
Rich sounds filling, rich sounds filling,
The groove is the same, the groove is the same,
in whatever, whatever, whatever song.
Beat track, erotic rhythm,
The groove issues again,
The groove tight inflamed,
Beat track- image stockings.
In whatever, whatever song.
The beat breaks back and on,
the groove is the same, the groove is the same,
in whatever, whatever, whatever song.
Unrequited love,
Unpaid debt,
These things in life
That make one forget,
and all, and all.
Written across time,
These things in my mind.
The never-ending sea,
The dreams held aloft,
Where we should be. Presentation is all,
Pride before a fall,
The objects desired,
The goods bought in a mall,
The shopping centre sea of faces,
Bull Ring (M6) displacement.
These things that make us climb walls,
The empty rubbish purchases,
Just to keep up ‘n’ save our faces,
And all, and all,
The pride before a fall.
And all, and all,
And all, and all,
And all, and all,
No 1 FAN
Habitual hair ritual,
Flowered panties ‘n’ white socks,
Perfume (cheap), straightened locks.
Rush for the bus………….must,
Breathless, don’t cause a fuss,
De-odour (once again), t-ext friends. (CHORUS)
Blonde girl, Bond girl,
I’m in a band,
I’m you’re No1 fan.
Learning, latte, marriage plans,
Learning, Opal Fruits tang,
Lunch muffin; chuffin’ stuffin’.
(CHORUS)
Blonde girl, Bond girl,
I’m in a band,
I’m you’re No1 fan.
And to a brighter shore,
And to where the grass is greener,
Academic polemic,
Where the boys are less meaner.
On way home t-ext – send,
Sun bright, eyeliner mend,
Popped up, candle scent bath,
Text mates, f’ bitchin’ laugh.
(CHORUS)
VOID
Write this down, write this down,
Inspirational clocked,
Paint your mind: colours red and blue,
Paint your mind: yella and true.
Get it down, get it down,
Flotation in vacuum,
Wind, curtain loomed,
Etch your thoughts
In majors and minors,
In resonant discord.
Let the ale be pulled, let the real ale be pulled,
Sink it down, sink it down, sup it, strong.
Let the wine flow, let the red wine flow,
Drop it down, gone, go.
(CHORUS)
I was watching my own space fill,
I was tasting you, watching you fill,
I was touching the void and my heart beat still,
I was watching my void fill.
Blood on the tracks,
Fireworks, whiz bang, snaps,
Erudite, soulful slips, scuppered amidships.
Record it now, record it now,
Blossom notes by accident,
Take a note and indent,
Echo through time, echo through time, echo through time.
(CHORUS)
SAY
Say.
Love,
Love that feeling,
Love,
Love that joy. Say,
say this truth,
Say,
Say anything,
Love,
Love that feeling,
Love,
Love that joy, Love,
Love that oi yoi, yoi!
Say f' all time, say f' all time,
say anything, say anything,
say this is true?
say.
BELIEVE
Believe,
As asunder the mountains reach up
Eschew,
As deep lakes hide depths black,
Believe,
As wind sculptured trees,
Anew,
As slate wall meander up green fields,
Believe,
As rolling ploughed fields,
Embrace,
As flat rape seed yellow stretches hue,
Believe,
As grey valley sheers up above,
Trace
Your fingers along my spine,
The body is wanton, weak, but free.
TRANSPORT MOUSE (PART 1)
We await in while while
time spent seeps through us as though littered into what we thought we used to know
time spent seeps through us as though littered into what we thought we used to know
TRANSPORT MOUSE (PART 3)
Dreamt of ship that had runaground on Weston-super-mare beach; West Country England UK. I was part of a pirate crew. Had to leave cutlass behind as wouldn't be permitted in nightclubs.
Ship had the appearance of being a wreck- rather like Brunel's SS Great Britain years ago; wet timber sea infected. A metaphor for my own mental health?
Ship had the appearance of being a wreck- rather like Brunel's SS Great Britain years ago; wet timber sea infected. A metaphor for my own mental health?
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