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All This Walking Outside (In Order To Get Inside)
We were young and we didn't know what to do. Afternoon by seaside, do you think I enjoy this? Say I'll call you and we'll figure this out. It wont work and you know it. I wanted so to touch you, but wanting only lasts for so long. How do you cope with boys who kiss and run away? How do you deal with strange things and not knowing, no way, no way of knowing? I wanted so to touch you, but wanting only lasts for so long. I miss you my friend, but the silence keeps me company. All this walking outside in order to get inside.
Station New City Grid
Fly by bulletins, district maps, signs on marble grey. Red on white, different zones, bright lights for drowsy eyes. It's a ride through a tunnel, station new city grid. Resolute anti solitude, desolate building, straying commute, escalator auto ascension. Black rectangle, black rectangle, black rectangle, black rectangle. Corner window, sudden light behind, no movement inside flicker. I know it's you.
Abstracts
Dear you, are you running out? Measure up the distance, throw away the books of random fun. The day is short, the night is long. Dear you in the welfare state. The access points were here too late. Knowledge economy looks healthy now. Are you looking for a place to go? The happy sound of a dialogue. Can we retrieve the fall-out block? The reference to a thousand eyes. Information in disguise.
Blank + Adrift
Boredom, boredom, static erratic. The question is: Do you feel lucky? Or does luck feel you? Wait for a signal, yr dreams are abysmal. But you can wake if you want to. Or you could fake it through, all the long way through. Adrift in cheap dreams, we can throw rocks at everything. Diamonds crack and shatter and drown, erase reality. Eternity is left behind and behind it all lies... The future's never felt so faint. The present's never felt so vain.
Cracked Vinyl
Being in love for the first time is a lot like going on a rollercoaster ride. But then the tide turns and what seemed like fun will in the end make you sick, tired and drunk. I remember lying on the rugged plaid reading postcards from heaven and from Hull. You wrote you'd be home a bit late but always signed with a "love from Isobel". Lalala... Oh, I wish you were here and not away. We'd go walk in the East Village. In the weekend on yet another sunny day we'd see your flatmates or Tilly at the wall. You know, I've been thinking of seeing other people but I swear, it really was nothing. I'm not the most charming of men. Just talk to me, ask me and I'll panic instantly. But there was this one girl and I knew it to be my last stance. So I said how I adored her cardigans and that she got nice badges too. Then she said she wanted to dance and me, I thought I hadn't a chance. My heart slowly turned to pink from blue. Lalala... Now you're back, I saw you at the record store and bang, a big flame arose in my heart. But then, as soon as it came it went again. I shattered, like a cracked vinyl I fell apart. All I have left now is the memories of us, the pastels on the obscured photographs, fitted nicely in a broken frame. A story of how loss can make you feel sane. In the rain every conversation seems the same. In the rain, in the rain every conversation seems the same. Seems the same, in the rain, every conversation seems the same... "Uh, this bloke called Steven Patrick called. He says he wants his thesaurus back."
Despair Song
Time after work for insight, time after work for life. Am I searching all the time? Or am I searching for the time? Reveal the creature, escape the emptiness. An expression of inner pain. An emotion. A body of glass. A creature in the night: I saw it float through air. It was no surprise but it was still amazing, amazing, amazing. Despair is not abstract, it is right there, right there. Modern life eclipsed our hearts. Time after work for insight. Time after work for life. Am I searching all the time? Or am I searching for the time? Reveal the creature. Escape the emptiness.
Leave This Party
Why do you touch me there? I thought you were with her? He doesn't seem to like it either. Then again, he was always a fighter. Why don't we go outside? I'll tell you what I like. Two strangers in the night. And I don't wanna fight, so... A kiss under the moon. A stroke, a grope, a strike. It all came too soon. And I can see you're psyched. So I just make it clear. That we should leave it here. My heart is filled with fright. But I don't wanna fight, so... I've got to leave this party, this is no place for me. I've got to leave this party, I think I'll better flee. I've got to leave this party, this is no place for me, got to leave this party. But you're still touching me. Why do you touch me there? I thought you were with her? Why do you touch me there? I thought you were with her? Why do you touch me there? It won't make me care...
The Immoderate Past
Well, here I am: The poet midstream. The past is here to haunt again. The present is well out of hand. The future's now my only friend. I can't see through much of this. My mind is blocked. There is no flow. The emotions are locked in. Don't know where to go. Despair coming and going. This is the time of uncertainty. My crime for eternity: To dream of an immoderate past. A time of trial and error. To scream and bellow. To gleam and be mellow. The future is here at last.
The Pure Motive
The silence echoes through the room, yr presence is always steeped in gloom. Like a jigsaw falling into place, I know my time and I know my space. Like the dog that always strays, I know where I want to go, I know my ways: Blocked-out daze and drunken haze. Inevitable like cold winter days.So now you've left me like before, I still hear the banging of the door. This is a lament elegy, this is an ode to my insanity. Hate in the skin and vodka in the vein fueled from within to forget again. The purest motive is the primest goal. But ... the past is unattainable. I realise: I crossed the line, I pushed your border to determine mine. This is a thing of the past, I've gotta get out fast.
Trace
Ignored through and through, see me straight through, straight through me you see, see me straight through. We should get bored now, talk about nothing, drink the same bottle, point at the clouds. We needed and we demanded, now we are done longing, done demanding. From today and now on, for the better for the worse. Leave a trace and say: "you don't get me, you only get shadows" In a trace you left. We needed... I don't get you, I only get shadows. We needed and we demanded... The best is the next, always the next.
Twee Tea
I saw you at the youth club, you worked behind the bar. I ordered a lime'n'7-up, you said: "That won't get you very far." "So how," I said "Dear girl, about a pint of lager?", but in your own world that's kind of macabre. So I settled on a cup of tea dashed with a sugar rush. I really thought that was kind of twee, but then again you didn't give a toss. "So then give me something stronger, that's tough as a rock." "Oh, I don't know just what you want, but I believe you are in luck." I saw you at the youth club...
When
Media damaged. Televised intimacy. We should be happy and we are happy aren't we? Under this pillow I hide my mess of a head, under these rooftops of dirty old concrete. There's houses, there's trees. Trains through the landscape, people in buildings, lost in culture, asleep in rigidity. When.