Tuesday, 21 July 2009

No Cause For Alarm


As I sit typing this in me attic, an alarm is tearing the air to shreds outside. It sounds like a house alarm - one of those relentless WOWOWOWOWOWOWOW air-raid siren type affairs that are like a three minute warning for impending Armageddon. Except this warning has been going on for about twenty minutes now, giving Armageddon plenty of time to rumble down upon us, wreak it's merry havoc and depart for the next planet, leaving a charred and devastated wasteland in it's intergalactic wake. Obviously no-one is paying the slightest bit of attention. I've just glanced outside expecting to see a fleet of emergency vehicles and a crowd of aghast on-lookers being shepherded behind police lines, but there's no-one there except a middle aged woman walking her dog, seemingly oblivious to the cacophony raging around her. Even the dog doesn't seem alarmed. No-one gives a flying fuck about neighbourhood distress signals. Whoever invented Neighbourhood Watch obviously discounted the act of listening as any sort of aid to local security vigilance.
And still this bastard noise goes on and on. If the house is actually being burgled I imagine the intruder has had time to strip the place of valuables, pack his van up, park it safely round the corner, return to the scene of his crime and cook himself a three course meal followed by a long luxurious soak in the bath. He'll probably have time to curl up on the couch and read a couple of good novels before making good his escape. There was a time when you could leave your back door unlocked. Now you might as well leave it unlocked and left wide open. At least you wont annoy the neighbours when you get turned over.
I'm just as much to blame as anyone for this uncaring descent into wilful ignorance that's picking apart our very social fabric. But I have an excuse. I know who's house alarm has gone off. It's the bloke across the road. And I know for a fact it's not a burglar. It's his cat. It keeps setting the alarm off by going in and out the cat-flap. He is seemingly unwilling to get his alarm looked at, so I think it's down to me as a good neighbour to help solve his problem.
Now where did I put that air rifle?

Sunday, 19 July 2009

Goodnight Colleen


Goodnight Colleen
It's time to sleep
And there's not much more to say
I could try again with calmer words
But you're not listening anway
When next we see the morning light
Could have dreamed up something pure and right
The excuses that you so detest
All be drifting on the sea of rest
Goodnight Colleen
My eyes are hot
And my mouth is dry and dumb
Your anger burns my shoulder blades
But my stomach's cold and numb
When next we see the morning light
Could have dreamed up something pure and right
The excuses that you so detest
All be drifting on the sea of rest
Drifting on the sea
Goodnight Colleen
When next we see the morning light
Could have dreamed up something pure and right
The excuses that you so detest
Will all be drifting on the sea of rest
Drifting on the sea
Goodnight Colleen

Grass Wont Grow Til Spring


The lines of our communication
Pulled down and left to die
And all those spoken words unspoken
Fall over and collide
One to waste a shipwreck
Two to fly in style
My favourite girl came home last week
And I can't raise a smile
If I could see where we went wrong
I would not change a thing
And the sky just keeps on crying
And the grass wont grow til spring
I started up a mountain
But there's too high left to climb
On your own you're lethal
But by yourself you're mine
I wont be the first to break down
I wont be the one to crack
One to throw a life away
Two to bring it back
Put your ear down to the ground
You can hear the prisoner sing
And the sky just keeps on crying
And the grass wont grow til spring
If you set your sights on payroll
You could buy a well heeled hat
Take holidays on speedboats
Get old and rich and fat
The days are drawing colder now
The way ahead unclear
I stayed in bed all yesterday
And dreamed about next year
Well the New Year has come around
With the promise that she brings
And the sky just keeps on crying
And the grass wont grow
The sun just wont start shining
And the grass wont grow til spring

It Is What It Is


It's a magazine on an unmade bed
And a broken pair of shoes
Endless days of don't go home
Thunder in the afternoon
It's a freezing bath at 3am
And the meal you couldn't eat
The sudden truth that struck you blind
And the sickness of deceit
It's the clothes you thought you'd thrown away
And the job you couldn't start
The light left on inside the house
When you thought the house was dark
It's the distant line of snow-kissed trees
And the sobs that rack your chest
It's the deathly hush that greets you
When you wake already dressed
It's a bridal march and cherish set
And a recognition truce
It's a summer drive in someone's car
Your best laid plans cut loose
And how can you miss me if I don't go away?
How can you hit me if I'm not in your way?

Unanswered Prayers


Come down, throw me a sign
Disappear in steady dark
Your pale room, my egg shell skull
Your glass is empty let me make it full
Been a twenty four year wait
Seen places on the way
All thoughts you kept inside
All the thoughts that you gave away
Wait for the cavalry
With one eye on the clock
Wait so long to seize the pearl
Started up now I don't think this can stop
We've all had unanswered prayers
Sometimes I wish that I was small again
Sometimes I wish that I was small again
Beneath the stairs
Come down throw me a sign
Disappear in steady dark
Plumes of smoke round your door
Went there once, now I can't go there no more
We've all had unanswered prayers
Sometimes I wish that I was small again
Sometimes I wish that I was small again
Beneath the stairs

East Coast Situation


London could be good for me
Paris even better
Watch her face just fall apart
When she reads this letter
But oh no tears
No last minute plans
Making my exit as fast as I can
East Coast
East Coast
Caught the Sunday Ferry Boat
A lifetime left to spare
The evening sun had burnt my back
Didn't even care
But oh now what's this
That's sticking in my throat
"You are in my head now"
Was all she wrote
East Coast
East Coast.

Ghostwritten


On the edges of a waking dream
Stumble broken thoughts
Lunatics with wild ideas and
Pictures that distort
Just lean over me and take my wrist
Take this cold away
Breathe your warmth into my hand again
Say what I want to say
Ghost
Inside a cool blue wasted space
A moments stolen peace
No city heat or traffic noise
Just still unbroken sleep
Just lean over me and take my wrist
Take this cold away
Breathe your warmth into my hand again
Say what I want to say
Ghost
Beside a silver frozen lake
A figure dressed in pale
Casts a stone, stands to watch it sink
Turns and walks away
Just lean over me and take my wrist
Take this cold away
Breathe your warmth into my hand again
Say what I want to say
Ghost