CREEPING UP APPEARANCES

Sunshine: keeping up the rain Sunshine: keeping up the rain But I don’t see you falling, for that to gain. Daylight: deal at your rate To everybody’s delight: you inebriate But I don’t see you falling, for that to gain. …

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Sunshine: keeping up the rain
Sunshine: keeping up the rain
But I don’t see you falling, for that to gain.

Daylight: deal at your rate
To everybody’s delight: you inebriate
But I don’t see you falling, for that to gain.

You lobby hard
Tripping on shop bought plosives
Picture this, picture this.

Four holidays, two new chalets
Paid off in a week says:
It’s a mess, it’s a mess.

Every scam, needs a new
scam to use as a ruse
Flotsam is as flotsam is.

Reset it, move on
Same mirror, old hand, new gun
Hopelessness hopelessness.

But I don’t see you falling, for that to gain.


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EX-CATHEDRA

Shake the windows and the doors Put ex-cathedra on the floor Because there’s a part of this That I don’t think you’re ever Really going to understand Eat your hate and burn deceit Give fallibility your knees And maybe redefine …

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Shake the windows and the doors
Put ex-cathedra on the floor
Because there’s a part of this
That I don’t think you’re ever
Really going to understand

Eat your hate and burn deceit
Give fallibility your knees
And maybe redefine the question
What’s the difference
Between a woman and a man

Stand with me
Stand collected
Standing weary
Stand dejected
Stand winsome
Stand easy
Let the wind blow
Through the tall trees

As the sanguine heats your bone
You feel a joy you’ve never known
And get excited by the
Rattle and the hum of something
You don’t understand

But in the guilt of all the night
You find it’s easy unrequited
And it’s a part of me
That I don’t think you’re ever
Really going to understand

Look through me
Be tainted
Like a window
Heals the sainted
Stand winsome
Stand easy
Let the wind blow
Through the tall trees

On a rainswept morning
When I stared lost
For the first time
At the designs
And the centuries
In my baby’s own eyes
And I learnt more
In this moment
Than the inert
Rustings emotions
Of my twenty odd years of life
I’ve got to relay
Got to relay
Got to relay
My foundations to be humankind
And never let the winsome die

Hope is Just a State of Mind.


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THE DAILY GRIND

Tears on the abdomen Of a woman but it’s ok For she has a baby. Flexibly skiving with Benefits driving the Daily Mail says it’s a holiday We always seem to denigrate Ourselves again at the point of being Fear …

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Tears on the abdomen
Of a woman but it’s ok
For she has a baby.
Flexibly skiving with
Benefits driving the Daily
Mail says it’s a holiday

We always seem to denigrate
Ourselves again at the point of being

Fear kills
Even the most
Fecund of seconds
And I hold these close
Why should
Having a child
And a career
Not be reconciled?

We always seem to denigrate
Ourselves again at the point of being

So lost
The ephemeral everywhere
No cost
That our future should have to bear
A sure start
Has unraveled been turned into
Dust and to gravel to trample upon
You must feel so proud
Stigmatising every single mother
While your own world’s falling down.


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GROW

Stilted by the way That your zealous eyes Live me on like a knife Guilt in all the things That you do without But make no sacrifice Grow And we maybe be all so different And we maybe all so …

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Stilted by the way
That your zealous eyes
Live me on like a knife
Guilt in all the things
That you do without
But make no sacrifice

Grow

And we maybe be all so different
And we maybe all so wise
It’s the damaged little smile
As you eat yourself
That makes me realise

Say listen
It’s the same country
We glisten
It’ll never be your way
I hope
The shame lessens
As you plead your knees
Say listen
It’ll never be your way
I hope


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Salt

Pick up on my nuanced groans Rip apart my soiled interior walls Given I’m a sack of bones Maybe you should have excoriated home? The system that I need to cope Shatters me with every idiom Suffering a cope to …

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Pick up on my nuanced groans
Rip apart my soiled interior walls
Given I’m a sack of bones
Maybe you should have excoriated home?

The system that I need to cope
Shatters me with every idiom
Suffering a cope to hope
Silent at the time I needed it the most

Let them bleed me
Feed me salt
Under the table

Miss a bit
Miss a bit out
Miss a bit
Miss a bit out

Keep me as a prescient ghost
Watching over the familial
Speak of me in loud, clear tones
I’m the boy who was invisible to all

And if grief can’t reach you
Then lamentable it is to your home
What if grief can’t teach you?
Then I’m powerless to leave you alone
From these walls


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Early Retirement

Fortunately I have got Enough to realise that This is growing old The promises you sew are Shallow footsteps in the snow That you cover up Sumptuously I have seen The centuries in his eyes Now I’m growing up It’s …

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Fortunately I have got
Enough to realise that
This is growing old
The promises you sew are
Shallow footsteps in the snow
That you cover up

Sumptuously I have seen
The centuries in his eyes
Now I’m growing up
It’s wealth that makes you proud
Well there’s no pockets in a shroud
You want showing up.
You need showing up.

I’m worn down by it all
I’m worn down by it all
Take my innocent relief
Take my shattered inner peace
I’m worn down

A culture cannot die
If it is already long dead
The only place for language is
The remnants of these bandages
That weave a futile melody
While they’re wrapped around my head
The subtle chill of dread that’s filling me
Is deep in each capillary

Fortunately I have got
Enough to realise
This is growing old.

I’m worn down by it all
I’m cut down by it all
Take my innocent relief
Take my shattered inner peace
Take my worry
Take my scorn
Take my enigmatic pause
Take the contents of my head
Take the remnants
Take my dread
For I’m worn down


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Coalition of One

Food banks spring open Like jaws dropping in time The weight of man is measured By the depths of a carrier bag I’m frozen for ages The same faces the same scars It’s a shame all our sages Are rotten …

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Food banks spring open
Like jaws dropping in time
The weight of man is measured
By the depths of a carrier bag

I’m frozen for ages
The same faces the same scars
It’s a shame all our sages
Are rotten to the middle

Someone better tell me when the lights go out
So I know where I should hide
Someone better offer me their salient thoughts
On a welfare state denied
Someone better smother me in disregard
So I’ll make it through the night
And there’s so many people
That feel the same as I do

So don’t listen to your heart
Listen to your soul
Listen to your common senses
I’ve been battered like a storm
Been run into a wall
Been vaulted like a row of fences
Don’t be surprised
When those wide eyes
Drill a hole into the present tenses
You should cherish even more
The things that make us raw
Stay loyal to the consequences.

And There Are So Many People
That Feel Let Down
Like I Do.


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The Blur, the Line and the Thickest of Onions

Feel good for a minute then implode As the lack of an aphorism sticks in your throat with ire Depose your vernacular, argot Why have pride in a lyric when all the other songs go – It’s a question of …

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Feel good for a minute then implode
As the lack of an aphorism sticks in your throat with ire
Depose your vernacular, argot
Why have pride in a lyric when all the other songs go –

It’s a question of rust
It’s a question of trust
It’s a question of everything you’ve ever been told.

Minimum culture, minimal wage
I’m an onion peel my layers back
Minimum silence, minimal change
I’m an honest man, depths my tears lack
And if there’s love, let me know
Because I want you to come and put the beauty back

Blurred vision and the hobble of thick prose
Why empower misogyny while violence towards women grows?

But this filth stands on a quicker sand
Next to cold hard fear and the deeds of man
The abuse of body image as a form of control
And the typical portrayal of the feminine role
I have never been more appalled.

Pick me up with rhythms and waveform
That can symbolise a culture lost
Sing about the future like you mean to
I’m never going to count costs
Question the agenda of an industry
That only can objectify
You write about a non-existent blurred line
But not about abortion rights


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