Tux On

Tux on, tux on, tux on, tux on, tux on. He has eyes down at the bingo on that lucky Friday night. The match was rained off Saturday but the panel came in bright.

Torch Song

Read some Kerouac and it put me on the tracks to burn a little brighter now. Something about roman candles fizzing out, shine a little light on me now.

Trap The Spark

The love that pounds your heart through your chest every night. Until the bed jumps beneath you and scares you white. . Trap the spark and hold it there.

Throw Me Out

In our house. Two's a crowd. You threw me out. Of my own life. You seem want to be a friend. . In our house. Two's a crowd. No more trouble. No more strife.

Thunder Fly

The little corn flies are messing with my nerve endings. Just like you. My little corn fly. She comes with the sunlight and the perfect summer days. And she never stays.

This Train Is My Life

This train is my life. Speeding through the night. We have been to these places. For barely a moment. . Wide awake. Sometimes sleeping. Sometimes watching.

Three Boats Down From The Candy

Three boats down from the candy, vacant deckchairs on a floodlit beach. Three boats down from the candy, rollers coast invade the deepest sleep. Three boats down from the candy, carnal dancer let their senses preach.

Three Minute Boy

Here today. Gone this afternoon. Another tune we almost remember. What's the story. Sex and drugs again. Business as usual. The clock's already ticking.

This Strange Engine

There was a boy who came into this world. At the hands of a holy woman in a holy place. He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog. Saw them reflected in the mirror of the lakes.

This Town

The cars leave their trails of hot and cold light inside my head. Like burned-in long exposure pictures. The wheels spin slowly backwards. Strobing in the amber light.

These Chains

Everything crashed. His wife left him. He lost all his money. And most of his friends. He lay awake all night. Lonely and desperate. Contemplating starting again.

This Is The 21st Century

(...If you could only see what I've seen with your eyes). . A wise man once said. A flower is only. A sexual organ. Beauty is cruelty. And evolution. A wise man once said.

The Uninvited Guest

You may not recall the moment that you asked me. But your invitation was clear. You'll pretend you've never met me but it's far too late. Now I'm here, yeah.

The Web

The rain auditions at my window. Its symphony echoes in my womb. My gaze scans the walls of this apartment. To rectify the confines of my tomb. . I'm the cyclops in the tents.

The Winter Trees

The Space

On top of the world like a flag on a mountain. Feeling so high you can feel so alone. Unable to breathe at the height that you flew. Staring on clouds with no view of below.

The Rakes Progress

What do you do when your roots have dissolved and broken down. And the soil that you grew in when you were small. Has become nothing more than dirt in some dirty town.

The Release

The alarm by the bed. Wrings the dreams from my head. It's a new day. Leave the flakes in the bowl. Milk unopened, I'm gone. But I'm still late. Join the fight for a cab.

The Only Unforgivable Thing

The only unforgivable thing. Hauls itself out of bed. Looks over my shoulder. At the BloodyEnglishWeather. The only unforgivable thing. Waits for me in the corner of the room.

The Party

She bought a bottle of cider. From the shop on the corner. They didn't stop her. Thought she was older. . She took a bus ride. To a name and a number.