the lord bestoweth unto me
black revelations of truths unseen
i will return to themes of dust
like old friends awaiting welcome
please don't hold a hope for me
we said in thought to one another
even knowing stands you in bad stead

and i know it's always been
decreed up in the constellation
i dream of you once in a while
at least you're somewhere i can reach you

don't know where the next breath is coming from
it's the only things that disturbs the silence

the light dispells not every ghost
i'll leave that up to memory


you'll always find me in the toilet at parties

another broken abstension promise
i will be gee-eyed by the end of the night
before it's dark it's a bad memory in the making
it's always those ones you remember so well
behind every single conscious second
is the idea assurance and rejection of loss

i seem to spend my time in waiting rooms and chemists
do you have anything for the fear of pharmaceutical manufacturing company products
queueing up with all the old men on a sunday
waiting for our weekly dose of laxatives
existence based on defence mechanisms
designed to keep me safe from those i need the most

when there's nothing going on in your life
ridiculous things become important
you invent solutions problems and events to compensate
hidden details are essential
i worry myself sick as a dog
but animals are people too you know
stay awhile


the fusing of the continental plates

there is more music in the sound of your sleepiness
that i have ever heard from any instrument
i hear the cells divide and the transport of oxygen
you give an inkling as much as you're capable

surfaces don't keep things in
they hold all else at bay
our lives metamorphisise
and no-one even bats an eye

i didn't quite catch what you said
i was trying to plan a clever answer


i sing when speaking

you work just to get the money
to buy the alcohol
to forget about work
not a good remedy

all the repressed homosexuals
who married too young
target you because they see what they could've been
if they hadn't made a balls of it

ringing in sick gets easier
every time that you do it
they keep their ego between their legs
and are uglier when smiling

their backs are to the wall when i'm around
though they're the ones like rutting stags
because a close friendship between two grown men
is very questionable

where sex is a four letter word
the individual won't be tolerated
succumb on out to play
sing it with me:
fuck society
sung out of key


while i gather dust

theres a lot to be said for silence
and the sounds of thoughts at rest
lights are brighter in the dark

you won't step on the toes
of dead relatives here
put out your arm and shake their hand

reading in the halflight
taking comfort in yourself
under the covers straining your eyes

old friends are best friends - familiarity breeds content
open a bottle of wine -