Monday 8 February 2010

Trains, Games & Choices.

Girls wearing pearls & flexy morals round their necks,
Write cheques to boys in cars from soho bars.
They're wined & dinned - all the time,
Purring like cats, strike a match
Light a fag, have a drag.
They let the good times roll too far out of control,
Far too long ago. There is no hope.
Fur coats slope down shoulders -
We all grow older.
She wear's his scarf, just feels colder.
Down cobbled streets, under christmas lights,
on dark december nights,
the story strays & no music plays
they loose their way.

She stopped thinking & started drinking.
Decided to come home
When she had that sinking feeling.
Should never have accepted
Whatever he was dealing.
Now the days are stagnant,
Oh, she might be pregnant -
Just wants to fly away, for a year & a day,
& never ever ever reach the end of her tether again.
The pain wasn't worth it.
She was told she'd regret it.
But listen she wouldn't,
And stay true she couldn't.
On a one way train too far down the line.

Well this my friend is the end of the line,
We're out of time.
Cut it some slack, she won't be back.
Let her lose, sing the blues.
Watch the news, who'd she choose?
She let the good times be, opted for revelry.
Ran before she walked.
Sang before she could talk herself out of the game.
Who's to blame, when it rains in the streets,
When Coppers hit the beat?
Oh, they'd weep for such girls & their pearls
'cos the world is
their oyster
Yet they still loiter along cobbled lanes,
Past Soho lights on dark december nights.
Their story strays & no music plays.
They've lost their way.

Monday 1 February 2010

The Black Wave

Back to a world of drudgery dearth and broken dreams,

Where a fatalistic sense of eternal loss

Washes in through the door of the classrooms I sit in.

Back to the futile sham that mocks humanity

And the selfishness that engulfs all around,

Touching us all in different ways.

An angry black and bitter wave waiting to drown us all.


Three hours of nothingness,

Lost to the past,

Contemplating what is required

For this machine I live inside.