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Rain starts on you as your goodbye runs me through
Goodbye is nothing new but it's last breath when said by you And this world shrinks to a room - weather inside snowfall soon No bookcase can rescue a man - only a letter of sorry can Handle with care if only you dare I'm sensitive, touch sensitive Handle with care if only you are I'm sensitive, touch sensitive I have a photograph - mid-heaven, post-laughter Eyes shine ridiculous - illuminate the both of us In the fold of a camera's eye, in the time it takes to sigh I open up an ashen heart, pour out a thousand whys Handle with care if only you dare, etc Write or i'll die Handle with care... |
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Look at that rich girl twitch - like me she can't sit still
How would you want it seen? Just like when you were ill? When you hear the way they talk - the rosy cheeks of the ruling classes You can argue all you like - they swear by early nights Never meant to be like this - a lot colder but the people were warm If anyone was coming to get you - armed only with a sugar bowl Used to leave your back doors Used to leave your back doors open Used to leave your back doors Used to leave your back doors open All the houses on the Crown Estate all look the same That nut from four doors down wandered in by mistake again And said to your old mum, "I think it's best that you sit down I'll make a cup of tea and you can show me what a woman looks like With her head turned inside out" Used to leave the backdoors, etc |
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There's rain on the line between his ear and mine
Lost in translation, bad patient I'm a terrier, a black sheep, half-relation He's French, a hack, white, Caucasian We fuck in sadness, a cold frustration Then we're fine for a while, our hearts adjacent He types, I read and we clash on the keys He corrects, I direct the bones of the text But he's silent, too ill, too fragile, too still and I'm violent and rash, slow down for the crash |
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Could it be that you drove me into your fleet of hand-melt candy
Could it be that you sent me falling off the roof backwards, gently Do not let my words depress you - I'm here to uplift you now (I'm here to uplift you now) Her eyes have gone south - terrible lies she denies Could it be that you broke me into a sheet of rain swept sideways? Could it be that you wrote me a dead attempt? It just plain scares me Do not let my words distract you from all the fun you demand - from the fun of the century No more glistening wet poems in your honour, captain of alienation, New York, money, compassion |
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Run away when you see me coming
And I can only say, "Not fair - this is not fair" Miles away, reading, writing books Look outside with imagination - I'm here and I'm sad I' here and I'm sad |
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Get me an ugly wife - no man will look twice
I can fall asleep at night and dream of someone else I found an ugly wife and she'd led an ugly life Take my hand, this ray of hope, crawl out of this hole She weaved her spell on me and I fell hopelessly I swore to put it right - I blessed her every night Tried to put the truth away - cruel water finds it's line Cruel mouths are open wide, dark secrets look for light I ran back to the flat and found her hanging there Silk nightdress, fallen chair I found her hanging there Wait til the end turns white I closed my eyelids tight Here comes the blinding light This light will guide my life |
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Three on the backseat as we drive home from rehearsal
There's snow on the drums The snare shudders like a cold ghost between my mittens In the trunk, guitars slide like dead over dead It's stopped snowing We think we see foxes I breathe a canvas on the window to write your name on the landscape The sky is a grey flint from coast to coast with birds frozen in Magic Trees share the dashboard with a Playdoh Jesus Grapelli and Reinhardt lock horns on the radio I draw a black skull on my jeans, not thinking, through to the skin The headlamps come on at five I miss you bad |
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