The World Backwards

As we know, things aren't growing. What's next is close at hand. Some prefer to look backwards. Although they are the world. Ah, ah, ah. . I'm prepared for what's to come.

Tower Of Our Tuning

The Book Lovers

Lines and lines of the spines, colored everyone. Down the aisles, along the titles. Where you run your eyes. Read a few lines, ah. . Read the sign above the door.

The Little Bell

The little bell lies on the ground. Although it tries it cannot sound. It used to ring across the air. Its sweetened tone would linger there. . But from a careless hand it rocked.

Tender Buttons

The coal. The coal light. The callous. The caress. . The comb. The calm. The color. The cortex. . The code. The codeine. The comma. The context. . The collector.

Subject To The Ladder

I'm not Pygmalion. Hooked by failure. Ruled as a juvenile. Aged as an infantile. Subject to the ladder. . Ruined by affection. Excepted by exception. Predicted on a graph.

Tears In The Typing Pool

Succumb to the line. The finishing time. The long distance runner. Has stopped on the corner. But I won't give up. Although I've stopped too. . Before the end of me and you.

Pendulum

Captured under hypnosis. Faster and faster, images. Can a meaning be obtained. Or this mystery explained. . I'm in orbit, held by magnet. And the force feels so much closer than love.

Phantom

Papercuts

You can't pretend cause I can see. You're not the boy you used to be. Trust me with a secret you can't keep. I watch your eyes they shift with doubt. So every night when stars come out.

Oh How I Miss You

Oh, how I miss you. Oh, how I miss you. Oh, how I miss you. . Oh, how I miss you. Oh, how I miss you. Oh, how I miss you. Oh, how I miss you. . Oh, how I miss you.

Ominous Cloud

Oh let me sail away. On the beach and on the earth. The boats on the sea are blissfully free. They will come to no harm. 'Cause the waves are so calm.

Minim

How sweet the bells. How sweet the bells. But what can they tell. Of heaven and hell. . Too brief the sound. Too brief they sound. And yet they resound.

Minus One

Message From Home

I hope that you kept the note. That I left for you to read. Or did you throw it away. For passers by to stop and see. . And nothing can account for reasons.

Michael A Grammar

Michael Michael Michael. Wake up we're going back to chelmsley wood. Michael Michael Michael. My feet are dancing can you see them. Michael Michael Michael.

Man Is Not A Bird

The sky is faint, their tears remain. In me the rain has stopped falling. The fading light, walls barely white. In me the night has stopped calling. .

Lunch Hour Pops

I wait on the stairs for a break in my mind. Let the balloons go outside. Let the balloons go outside. I wait on the stairs for my thoughts to align. You are the sun in my mind.

Look Outside

Look outside and wherever I go you are there. You color in the everyday, wherever I go.

Living Room

You can see in miniature, everything is so small. Close to the ground, you have found. There's no need to worry at all. . We could go to the cinema. Where everything would be so tall.