Whatever art and lyrics
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TOWN BADGER
Red earth landscape, trees knotty, hills rising up,
buckling landscape, you, you, you there,
here I love sun, rain upon sheep, cattle, old house, and barn converted,
cold me,
I lie in bed with you, you, you.
TRAIN RACOON
Hazy yellow almost nicotine hue diffuses in greyness after heavy showers autumnal expectancy after the dreams in the morning have been lost.
No Love Lost
something of nothing,
something of everything,
something of wishing, just wishing.
everything is everything,
and this is this,
this where I fall apart.
(CHORUS)
this is where the darkness envelopes,
as an effect on guitar dictates,
this is where I realise it's all too late.
wracked with guilt,
like a guild edged blade
cutting through what once was,
what once was made,
me, me, me, me.
(CHORUS)
can y' speech bubble your way outta this one? can y'? can y'?
brief moment in time held aloft
as something more grander than it is,
speak love let your heavy breat rest,
let the alone come through in this one.
no love lost, no love lost, come on, come, come on, come. (REPEAT)
(CHORUS REPEAT)
TRANSPORT MOUSE (PART 3)
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?
Little green man blues
From a train Paddington,
To the hurly-burly Weston,
Through warehouse hells,
To this green and pleasant land.
(CHORUS)
I came, I saw nothing,
But people in shit lives.
To a packed pub not getting enough,
To facile D.J.’s making me deaf,
Through pavement pizzas,
To the act of a punch-up.
(CHORUS)
sent from a place far away,
to watch you humans work, rest and play,
sent to participate,
but I know it’s too late.
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,
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,
TRANSPORT MOUSE (PART 2)
Whisked up cumulus in a fuzzy head joy,
be wary of the gristle from a pie at lunch time,
float slowly, drift, whilst one has the chance
clown cloud.
Snicker's Return
where were you when I asked you to stay?
(CHORUS)
and from yesterday we play out these games,
from then, from a time past, whence we came,
decisions in life make us what we are,
these precious moments held onto afar.
times past when youth-like havin' a laugh,
10 or more so ears, time runs on enough.
(CHORUS)
in the middle of the night I held you once,
in the morning- emotional- bearings lost,
in the light of a harsh new day,
on reflection we'd lost our way.
nostalgia is a soporific drug,
the past is the past for which we can't atone,
these times are now precious and should be savoured.
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
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