Subtle hints that paint a picture of a sub conscience deeply beleaguered, buggered, and sometimes, bogus. Aestheticism will save us all. Symbolism intertwine with sacred mysticism. Modern Idols regurgitated, tinkered with. A lonely poem that no one will read. A failed author. Two faced lover. Macho facade, all soft inside. Visions of feathers, flowers, fragrance, and follies seep into the stratosphere.
Palma Violets - Last of the Summer Wine (Official Video) (by Palma Violets)
I wanna be your vacuum cleaner
breathing in your dust
I wanna be your Ford Cortina
I will never rust
If you like your coffee hot
let me be your coffee pot
You call the shots
I wanna be yours
I wanna be your raincoat
for those frequent rainy days
I wanna be your dreamboat
when you want to sail away
Let me be your teddy bear
take me with you anywhere
I don’t care
I wanna be yours
I wanna be your electric meter
I will not run out
I wanna be the electric heater
you’ll get cold without
I wanna be your setting lotion
hold your hair in deep devotion
Deep as the deep Atlantic ocean
that’s how deep is my devotion
Poem by John Cooper Clarke
Like a Night Club in the morning, you’re the bitter end.
Like a recently disinfected shit-house, you’re clean round the bend.
You give me the horrors
too bad to be true
All of my tomorrow’s
are lousy coz of you.
You put the Shat in Shatter
You put the Pain in Spain
Your germs are splattered about
Your face is just a stain.
You’re certainly no raver, commonly known as a drag.
Do us all a favor, here… wear this polythene bag.
You’re like a dose of scabies,
I’ve got you under my skin.
You make life a fairy tale… Grimm!
A sumo wrestlers armpits have nothing on your shoes.
Show me any two halfwits and they’re twice as smart as you.
I think about thrombosis every time we touch,
I say you have acute halitosis you say ‘thank you very much’
You’re very pleasant, I know its just a fad,
Your very presence makes me really mad.
I hear your knock upon my door, I’ve gotta get out of town,
I hit the lights, I hit the floor, I turn the TV down.
People mention murder, the moment you arrive.
I’d consider killing you if I thought you were alive.
You’ve got this slippery quality,
it makes me think of phlegm,
and a dual personality
I hate both of them.
Your bad breath, vamps disease, destruction, tooth decay.
Please, please, please, please, take yourself away.
Like a death a birthday party,
You have to spoil the fun.
Like a sucked and spat our smartie,
you’re no use to anyone.
Like a black widow spider in the recess of disgrace
Speaking as an outsider,
what do you think of the human race
You went to a progressive psychiatrist.
He recommended suicide…
before scratching your bad name off his list,
and pointing the way outside.
Laughter from the playground breaks your bleeding heart.
You’re heading for a breakdown,
better pull yourself apart.
Your dirty name is passed about when something goes amiss.
Your attitudes are platitudes,
they make me wanna piss.
What kind of creature bore you
Was is some kind of bat
They can’t find a good word for you,
but I can…
Keaton Henson - Grow Up With Me (Poem - Last.fm Session) (by keatonhenson)
The second single from Keaton’s forthcoming album Birthdays which can be pre-ordered from http://keatonhenson.sandbag.uk.com or https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/birthdays/id576421742
Connan Mockasin - Forever Dolphin Love (by IndependentChart)