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.

The Last Straw

Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors. A typewriter cackles out a stream of memories. Dryin' out a conscience, evictin' a nightmare. Openin' the doors for the dreams to come home.

The Man From The Planet Marzipan

I am the man from the planet Marzipan. Good to see you. My eyes are screwed up tight, unaccustomed to the light. And all my arms and all my legs are much too long.

The Last Of You

Just when I thought I'd seen the last of you. You come here scratchin' at my door. Your pain and anger's in the howling dark. Of every corridor I walk.

The Invisible Man

The world's gone mad. And I have lost touch. I shouldn't admit it. But I have. It slipped away while I was distracted. I haven't changed. I swear I haven't changed.

The New Kings

(i. Fuck Everyone and Run). . We are the new Kings. Sailing our seas of diamonds and gold. We are the new Kings. Seldom seen, elsewhere and unknown. We are the new Kings.

The Wound

I've done everything that can be done to heal this wound. Left it on it's own for years. . I've done everything that can be done to heal this wound. Left it on it's own for years.

The Last Century For Man

Here we are. At the beginning of the last century. For man. Usin' up parts of the world we haven't. Even seen or been to. The wretched of the earth exploited.