Waxing Gibbous

 

 

Red Travellin' Socks  

 

Put them on my red travelling socks

Take them off then see where I’ve stopped

Fold them up then reach for the phone

I’ll see you again when I’m travelling home

 

I’ve grown to hate you red travelling socks

You take me away from the one I love

All you have is distance and time

I’m out of sight but I’m on her mind

 

Take me home red travelling socks

 

Take me home red travelling socks

I’m out of money and I’m sick of these songs

I’ve left my girlfriend alone for too long

I need to get back where I belong

 

Take me home red travelling socks

 

It’s time to dig out my travelling socks

The walls are shrinking and I think that I’ve got

Itchy feet and you’re needing your space

You’re starting to look like your sick of my face

 

Take me away red travelling socks

 

 

Kiss At The Station  

 

I’m rolling, I’m rumbling

Towards you

Railing, aiming

Straight for you

 

The target is your heart

Destination lips

Come on I’ve had enough waiting

Now I’m thinking of a

 

Kiss at the station

Oh-oh

Sick from being patient

Oh oh

The rain is coming down

And I don’t know where to go

My brain is coming round

And I don’t know how to tell you

 

I’m tongue-tied, un-lied

Addicted to you

Evil, useless

Without you

 

The target is your heart

Destination lips

Come on I’ve had enough waiting

Now I’m thinking of a

 

Kiss at the station

Oh-oh

Sick from being patient

Oh oh

The rain us coming down

And I don’t know where to go

My brain is coming round

And I don’t know how to tell you

 

I can see it coming closer every day

I can feel it growing further every night

 

 

Carry Me  

 

What a letdown

I was convinced that I’d be living in hotels and breaking into houses by now.

I was under the impression that I’d be partying in Rio on yachts with my white suit on

And soft-permed women in chiffon and lycra.

When I was 6 I blew out all the candles but the machine gun and motor bike have yet to appear.

Every day I check for my super power or special ability, but it’s still in the post.

I know it is.

And every day I try to use the force, and the belief that I can fly will never leave.

I must be an undercover spy, disguised as “my life”.

I must be.

Just a little bit longer and then I can go home and reap the rewards.

It must be so obvious though. Surely I can’t be that good at my job as this all looks fake and wrong and cheap and shallow.

Or maybe I’m too good?

Anyway, not long now and then it’s back to the real life

Of the yachts and the night stars

And summer youth longing romance.

 

Hey, I’m sorry you’re dead

And I’m sorry that I missed Bowie’s changes.

I stumbled upon him dancing with his red shoes on

And dismissed him as a cunt.

Dancing to thought forms made true when he turned the world from black and white.

 

Let me sing about the hell you’re in

So it’ll take me out of my life

Let me shout of bonds and walls and thorns

I can kick you while I’m down

I’ll have to paint the most horrendous colours

To cover up my favourite chord

Knowing my luck I’ll be the first not to die

My own striving for perfection and goodness flanks me

And laughs at the failure that I am from his dizzy heights

I’ll never make it up there to become the real me.

 

Everything’s wrong

And it keeps getting worse

You said it’s just a product of aging

But that’s not true

It’s really all getting worse.

 

 

Zero 

 

I still like going round

The old places from my past

Watching from the outside

In the hope they’ll take me back

It’s not my youth I’m after

It’s not the protection

I just cant seem to get on with the man that I’ve become

 

And all my life, I’ve been waiting for you

And all my time, I’ve been preparing for you

 

Training myself like a dumb dog

Restraining myself with chains

Teach the past to stand up straight

So I can make the present change

 

And all my life, I’ve been waiting for you, and all my time, I’ve been preparing for you

Never give up, It’ll never be the same, never give in, you’ve got to jump out of your frame

 

There’s comfort in self hatred

it reeks of “return to form”

leave the curtains shut keep out

the glitter from the sun

 

Bones crossed into a tangent hug

An awkward silence but a toothy grin

I wouldn’t mind changing into powder with you

If the moon doesn’t come and drag the evil in

Sick of noise and sick of song

writing words and righting wrongs

But I just keep going, I’ll keep on going

 

Moonbeams cause failure

Disaster and tiffs

Songs these days are too wordy

and the accents are all shit

 

And all my life, I’ve been waiting for you

And all my time, I’ve been preparing for you

Never give up, It’ll never be the same

Never give in, you’ve got to jump out of your frame

 

It doesn’t matter what you know

Or if there’s good times coming

It doesn’t matter that you’ll be ok

When the grey rain vinegars in towards your heart

There’s a river down your arm

And you cannae answer that

There’s a rumbling outside

And the whole house is shaking

the world conspires against you

Safety lines are thrown

but

You cant see for the gold dust in your eyes

Your past is made of failures of foundations of futures, it doesnae

Matter because you’re living for the moment

the moment is shit

It’ll soon be over, but that doesn’t help

When you can see around 7 corners

you’re aware of all possible potentials and outcomes

 

Oblivion or zero, It’s time to take control

Consequences vanish when you’re fighting for your soul

tell me that I’ll be ok, tell me without doubt

A shouting man running

as his flame flickers out

 

 

Stop Doing Be Good  

 

Stop doing the things you shouldn’t be doing

And start doing the things that you should

The girl with the press-able nose

Has moved in with me and it’s good

 

I try to be good

But I always fail

I won’t drink tonight

Then by tomorrow I’m ill

I know that I should

Try to be good

I don’t want to go to hell

I don’t want to go to hell

 

Stop doing the things you shouldn’t be doing

And start doing the things that you should

The girl with the press-able nose

Has moved in with me and it’s good

 

I’ve found love in some parts of Scotland

I found peace when I was in France

When the radio’s on I bite back my head

In the hallway I laugh when we dance

 

Most people smell bad in weather

some people cant handle time

How did we get to this place

Where I’m yours and you are mine

 

Write a song

give a bit away

Share a secret

So there’s a little less weight

You do it to me

I do it to you

We all get down

We all feel blue

Then we all come to

 

Stop doing the things you shouldn’t be doing

And start doing the things that you should

We’ve all got opposable thumbs

So why are we in such a bad mood.

 

 

Don't Want To Sleep Tonight

 

I don’t want to sleep tonight

I’m going to stay up until tomorrow

I’ve made it through another day

I’ve gone and thrown another day away

 

Everything I do is redundant

Everything I say is a lie        

Whatever I once had is gone

Now I’ve been left behind

 

I cant help coming to in songs

I get so far then cant carry on

A strummed guitar’s a companion

A blackboard bleeding chalk sums of all my wrongs

 

Everything I do is redundant

Everything I sing is a lie

Whatever I once had is gone

Now I’ve been left behind

 

Underlying text and emotions

Have been replaced by production

I’d rather have it rhyme and tell a lie

Honest thought and expression

Second place to promotion

I’d rather have the money than spend the time

 

I don't want to sleep tonight.

 

 

Shadows

 

Don’t be scared

Coz you can’t see whats coming

Keep your feet moving and your face to the wind

Be a battleship be a destroyer

But be a diplomat and sometimes let them win

 

Bright lights big city

You’re all alone and there’s no fun

Your man has left you, he’s gone travelling

You don’t want and now the sun’s going down

 

The morning shadow

Afternoon shadow

The evening shadow

Night time shadow

You’re a shadow

I’m a shadow now

 

We live in the dark, don’t like the light

Will we choose tonight to change our lives

Can’t get any lower than we’re now

We can drag ourselves out of the shadows

Walk to the park instead of Haddows

We’re beautiful

But we’re covered in the

 

Morning shadow

Afternoon shadow

Evening shadow

Night time shadow

 

 

Ballad Of Fuck All

 

Oh will you come home soon

Come home soon and save me

I’m so bored

Soul destroying gloom

The walls are closing in all around

 

Oh will you find me now

Find me out and show me

I can’t get up

Life threatening doom

Dragging me darker and down

 

Take my hand

Dragging me down

Through the ground

Darker and down

Down down down

All the way down

 

Oh wont you come for me

Comort me in the night

I’m so tired of feeling sick and tired

Dying at life’s door all the time

 

Oh I’m locked inside

Trapped inside this body

I can’t get out

And there’s not enough room

I’m glued to the back of this bone mask

 

 

Box & Knife

 

I’ve got a box

I’ve got a knife

I’ve got a door that leads out of life

Absent lovers

Broken friends

Give me 6,7,8,9,10

 

It’s coming around again

Taking my turn on the turning wheel

I’m coming around again

 

Give me a book

Or a line

A song to console my mind

Sing it right

Don’t pretend

Give me 6,7,8,9,10

 

It’s coming around again

Taking my turn on the turning wheel

I’m coming around again

 

Give me a book or a line

That relates to my time and my sickness

A song that consoles my mind

Written by someone who knows how I feel

Who’s been through the same and can tell me it’s real

Solve the problem that’s inside my head

Write an equation, present to my friends

Let them know

I try and I care but I can’t anymore

Give me a look or some wine tell me it’ll all be fine

With my box and my knife

And my door out of life

Tell me it’ll be alright

 

 

Made Up Your Mind

 

Have you made up your mind

Or do you need a little more time

If you decide not to go

If you choose to believe

 

In me and my stuff

When it’s good when it’s not

I’ve not given you all that I’ve got

there’s a secret I’ve got more

I’ve been saving for in case

You have doubts or I fall from my place

 

Have you made up your mind

I think you need a little more time

I don’t want you to go

Try to believe

 

In me and my love

When it’s good when it’s not

I’ve not given you all that I’ve got

Here’s the secret I’ve got more

I’ve been saving for in case

You have doubts or I fall from my place

 

 

Subset Of The World

 

I’m rocking

Rocking in my weeping chair

Weeping in my rocking chair

I’m going nowhere

 

I’m dying

Dying from all this air

Slowly being oxidised

Death by air

 

I’m talking

Talking shit again

Better out than in

I’m inside-in

 

I’m inside-in again

I’m outside-out of time

 

I’m singing

Singing on my own again

Singing about singing

About singing again

 

I’ve just caught myself

Caught myself catching myself

I’ve been spotted becoming aware

Of becoming aware

 

Last night I dreamt of you

You are everything that is not me

You were curled up as a girl

I’m a subset

A subset of the world

That was playing at being a girl

I understand the sky

It’s like looking at yourself

But using

Really really very very really

Very small eyes

 

You’re listening

Listening on your own again

Listening to me singing

About listening again

 

I’m singing

Singing on my own again

Singing about fuck all

On my own again

 

 

Love On The Run

 

One for the road

And two for the baby

a life that might have been

it’s coming to the end

the beginning it’s over

friends go but lovers must break

 

I’m sitting on top of a lonely mountain

Of shat-upon friends

My solitude is earned

Mistakes have been made

A lesson’s being learned

So what do you think of me now

Who’s looking out for you now

 

we’ve toasted the bad times

toasted the good times

we’ve drank to more times than we’ve had

my searching is over

I’ve discovered there’s nothing

Teenage years froze my heart and it’s sad

 

Love’s on the run

I’ve been run out of this town

Love’s on the run towards hate

The prize for finding my heart

You get sent back to the start

Love can fuck off it’s too late

 

Don’t fuck off

I need you to stay

My vision of the end is cloudy today

But if I can’t see that smile

And I don’t hear your whistle

The snakes in my heart will appear

 

 

Not To Be

 

Not to be

Not to need

Not to know

 

Not to feel

Not to see

Not to grow

 

I can’t get out

This isn’t my life

This isn’t my face

These aren’t my hands on my body

 

Now I’m this

Now I’m that

Now I’m not

 

Breathe in

Breathe out

Rot