Our lady star of the see
Subtle shift in gravity
Carpark on ancient truth
Holds its own on roots of truth

I’m sorry Stephanie
It’s the backs of your knees
Your ankles and pretty heels
Chased by French stick on wheels

What a hydraulic way to spend my time
And an attenuated bell to throw in polls
I’m throwing a postcode at your head
Squinting at palm trees and the failing light

Our lady star of the sea
Stranglehold on sanity

He thought he was from Kensington
The poor bastard
He was actually from
East Hunsbury

Silver screen
I saw it on the silver screen
God help us if it’s true
God help us if it’s true

Fifteen times I saw the world pass me by
Fifteen times just this week alone
It’s getting faster
I don’t think the sisters will be happy but
What can you do

It’s
It’s full of crows
Full to the brim I’d say
Not even enough room for a mint imperial
What’s some spilled nouns between
Friends and neighbours

A baker’s dozen is a butcher’s thousand
Remember that
We don’t want to be caught out use the metric system
Not in this climate

Sacrifice is plenty
Sacrifice is fine
Do the hokey pokey
As we drown them in brine

Chocolate button up your jacket potato young jostler
We have a long ride ahead of us
Steep landing sir Arthur
A penny dropped is one for the megabus
But lose a tuppence
And we’ll be standing in silk shoes from her until
Solstice

Dorian doesn’t believe in such nonsense
Brought from the brink no doubt but
A land of opportunity
Let’s just say
I won’t be putting any cream upon the wheels

Starving artists
Stretch my limbs
No contact
No contact
No contact

God is in the asking tank
Swim over to him and the details will become clearer
Always remember that
Especially when they try to break us apart
Swim along the dotted line
All the way to the asking tank
Please try and remember that
Please

And maybe on that day
After the fires
And spears
And glass
Being tossed into the eyes of
Unsuspecting youths
Maybe
We can gather and just say
We did it

We’re not sure what it was
But whatever it was
It was done
And arguably
We were involved

Frightening stuff
But then
So is everything
There’s never been a car

Goddo’s time
Remits to dog
Goddo’s time
Remits to dog
Goddo’s time
Remits to dog
Goddo’s time
Remits to dog

Too shabby for chic
But too nutty for smooth

It’s a
It’s a hodgepodge of DNA from
Various species
Including the elementals

Look a grassy
Also known as
Reality programmers

Steve
Steve it’s not necessary mate
It’s not necessary
It’s
It’s just not necessary

We’ll be okay
We’ll be okay
Carole will be back soon and
She’s bought eggs
We’ll be okay

Have
Have you seen how many birds
How many birds are in the garden right now
It’s
It’s twenty six
Twenty six

It’s unthinkable
I mean
I never
Even considered
Removing my legs
Not for some time anyway

Twenty six
It’s unfathomable

Destruction paves the way
We don’t
We don’t like to think about that
Destruction paves the way

But
But warm milk
Flows
Readily
From all
Major canals
Destruction

Stranglehold on sanity
Milk
In the canals

For the record
I never asked you to go
I just implied that
Maybe
Maybe we needed some
Some Bovril

But
The more I think about it the more I think
Maybe this is for the best
Maybe
The warmth
That surrounds me
Is simply a
Powerful
Immutable sense
Of hunger

Get off my fucking biscuits
Okay that one was really stupid

It’s a rainy night
Here in the city
It’s only me here in the studio

The phone lines are open but
No one ever calls
Though I can feel all those lost souls
The night shifts
The insomniacs
Looking at the rain as it rolls down their windowpanes
The empty streets reflecting the
Sodium glare of solitary streetlights
Scattershot neon
The dull overcast night sky stained brown

Here’s a sleazy jazz number
Plaintive
For the forgotten
A sad sack’s penetrating aching limbs
Sweat soaked chests
Sheets flung aside
The cool fingers of a night
A porcelain ghost
Drumming along with the relentless rain
A midnight poet awake at his desk
In a pool of light
On the thirty second floor
His words have all become meaningless
But here’s your jazz numberless fella

It’s a rainy night in the city
I purr into the microphone
Lull my listeners with inconsequential thoughts
Philosophy for the broken hearted
Here’s some more cool jazz
Cool fresh from the fridge
That might be open

Radio signals bounce and slide
Between the skyscrapers
I’m the friend in the corner
A scratchy crackle
A solitary bar hugging oracle
Bringing solace to the forgotten

Imagine such a life
Untethered by
Societal need
The need to belong to
To walk freely among the owls and the men

A life
Surrounded not by
Trinkets and
Letters to David Cameron but
To live freely
To live
Crawling upon astroturf
Wailing like some sort of mad
Evangelist

We don’t
We don’t scream we don’t shout we don’t
We don’t howl in frustration we
Simply look up and say
Vrrrrrr
Vrrrrrr
That’s that’s that’s all we do
And we wonder why
Why the ground crumbles we wonder why
Mountains
Spin clockwise

Upon the simple pull of a cord
Now a great great philosopher once said
Ooh boy howdy
That’s a humdinger
And you know I did I didn’t
I didn’t understand it at the time
It felt
It felt too alien I
I hadn’t lived enough I suppose but
You know you hear these things with the
With the context of
Of
Warm milk
Flowing through the canals and
You just think to yourself
My god

And we’ve fought how many wars now
Twelve
Four
It’s incalculable
But you know
Maybe just maybe

Frankly it’s
It’s useless to us
We can’t
We can’t weaponise it
We can’t eat it
We certainly can’t
Tie it into knots
And use it to
Pull boats and
Cattle across
Treacherous terrain

You know we eat
Oatmeal
For every meal
Seven or eight times a day and
And we’re just conditioned to think
That’s normal

Yeah but sometimes you just
You look up at
Look up at the stars
You just gaze
Longingly at
At the stars as they form images
Images of
David Hasselhoff and
Mikhail Gorbachev
You just
You just look at them and
And and
They infect you
They they they
They infect your mind like some sort of a
Mad parasite
It’s not ideal

You know we have to
We have to start somewhere I suppose
We have to live
And die
And birth
The young
From our
Mounds of pulsating flesh
And it
And with that there is a certain
Beauty
There’s a certain
Higher power that
That you can’t help but look towards and say
Oom bah
Oom bah hep
We know the way
To steppity step

And it’s
It’s something we don’t want
That maybe one day
When the dust settles
We’ll appreciate it
One can only hope

We can’t survive
On bread and
We need milk
Warm milk
Flowing through the canals