I don’t have a raincoat of my own…


Two days have passed
And all I want is to
feel better
They won’t be back
And a long weekend is coming up
I left the house
It was just to see you
For an hour
Hoping for two
I was short of breath
As I passed the doorman for a second time
And it rained all day
I don’t have a raincoat of my own
I then arrived
Ten minutes
early with no smokes
And I was broke
Without a smoke
All of the time
I thought I was crazy ‘cos you told me so
It was profound
Like the piano I was humbled by
Our tongues may have touched
But all I remember was your nose
And I suppose
Our eyes were closed
Two days have passed
And all I want is gone
For good this time



The Second Part – The Dears (2005)

Thinking of these words since last week in Skegness…


Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon – come armageddon!
Come, armageddon! come!

Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
How I dearly wish I was not here
In the seaside town
…that they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come – nuclear bomb

Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(and on your face…)
(on your face …)

Everyday is like sunday
Win yourself a cheap tray
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey

Every day is like Sunday – Morrissey/Marr

Still listening…


If a double decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side

Is such a heavenly way to die

And if a ten ton truck,
Kills the both of us, (So what!)
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure, the priviledge is mine.

There is a light that never sleeps – Morrissey

Listening to Bjork – Hunter


Thought that i could organise freedom
How scandinavian of me
You sussed it out, didn’t you?

Genius!

Everyday I spend my time…


Don’t push your love too far
Your wounds won’t leave a
scar

Right now is where you are
In a broken dream
Did someone bow their head ?
Did someone break the bread ?
Good people are in bed
Before nine o’clock.

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