Not Released

Dead Thread

If you want someone useful

I’m the person for you

And if you crave disappointment

I come without a receipt

I’m lukewarm like a mild spring morning

Send you to Lidl

Take you to hull

I’m kidding you

You already knew

I’m a dead thread

Gonna put this town out

And if you need no affection

And if you need a civilian

I think you’ve got the number

Of a dozen able men

There’s everything to lose

You’re all dried up and I don’t drink

Take you a metre

Give you a smile

I want to make you chill

I’m a dead thread

Unconsecrated dry ice and sour detestation

Like a cold fish baby

Put this where the sun don’t shine

Tamer than a sober judge

You’re gonna freeze tonight

Velouria

The unforgiving city

Orange swathed in mystique

The dead of night

The empty silhouettes

In the dark recesses of a former life

The smell of piss in a stairwell foretells

Heroin, death and crime

I wade through concrete structures

The utopia of some town planners mind

I remember why I came here

As I climb the stairs into a waking dream

Crimson walls are pulsing

In the half light

Sultry as the smell of steam

Velouria dance the danse macabre

In tattered fur and lipstick smeared

I fell back on a mattress

And I felt the touch of electricity

Reality folds back into illusion

All her stolen flowers start to die

The earth beneath my feet now as per usual

It's cold although the sun is in the sky

Oh who am I to fantasise

Over There

The clock strikes one, the lines are drawn

You started it but you don't know what you've done

It's Guy Fawkes Night put a bomb up the arse of the Branson empire

The old folks whine and piss on the times

they never knew what rock 'n' roll can do

Now it's over to the words, the tunes, the freezing rooms

Not much against a loaded bomb. Kaboom!

The old betray, the young decay

And 5 mind's crack in here today

The nubile girls the whole wide world oh

The old get rich the young get pissed

And I'm in the middle with a 7 year itch

The lust for life, the car, the wife

Over there

Yeah, down to the club for the rub-a-dub-dubstyle

Watch out! It's another fucking pub, cry

Rules for girls, rules for boys

Come on it's tribe time

Take the pill 'cause some cunts kill

They never knew what rock 'n' roll can do

And it can happen o back to the bar for another few jars

Let the drink define what young and old should do

And it can happen to you

The old betray, the young decay

And 5 mind's crack in here today

The nubile girls the whole wide world oh

The old get rich the young get pissed

And I'm in the middle with a 7 year itch

The lust for life, the car, the wife, oh

OVER THERE..there there there there...

Oh My Love

A charcoal sketch of a man

Childlike heart coloured in

Floating in space and time

Trying to find it

Oh my love

See him working the fields

In the mid-day heat

Hoping for unity

Scattering seeds singing

Oh my love

The heart, the architect of dreams

Pumping blood around your veins

Love is motion, love is still

Love is all and everything

We are here by our intention

Our intention to be

When I'm driving in my car

I put the radio on

The song is always the same

That time honoured refrain

Oh my love

These timeless moments fall like the rain

Then rise up in steam

The pure phase sine wave

Symphonies echo through stained glass dreams

Still haunting me

Where the light pretends to flicker

To deny their own existence

No amplitude sufficient

To make them shine

My love won't hide

Goodbye 25

You've had your time

Don't stick around too long

The slightest movements ripple across

These tightly stretched wires

The latest seconds chasing the last

To the end of the line

There's genocide

Where the statues eyes fall

Within their blind ambition

To crystal china visions

To foolish pride

My love won't hide

Goodbye 25

You're half alive

It's no longer mine

So long

Goodbye 25

You've had your time 25

Goodbye 25

Don't stick around 25

Goodbye 25

You're half alive 25

Goodbye 25

Don't rock the boat

Goodbye 25