Underwater

Its been long, it's been long, since you and your friends have all gone. 

Now I cannot stand the weather back in the day it all seemed better don't you know. 

Don't take this as over, why don't you come around and show me what I've lost?

Why don't you come around and show me what I've lost?

If we can forget the weather maybe we can make it better after all. 

Don't take it as over, why don't you come around and show me what I've lost. why don't you come around and show me what I'm missing?

Haven't got much to offer, a little room some empty bottles is all I own. 

Don't take this as over, why don't you come around and show me what I've lost. Why don't you come around and show me what I'm missing??? 

LAST GAME OF THE SEASON

LAST GAME OF THE SEASON 

--Please God give me fortitude this late in the season we cannot lose - I need this, really  

-we need three points a draws no good for promotion from This neighborhood 

--Banish these anxieties try to leave them at the duty free 

Enough with waking in the nite and feeling days are slipping by

CH: So can u help me understand??? i m running out of games in hand -

You braved the cold and braved th rain Its time to brave the far away 

-I've done the Maths its half a life so heed these words and try try try

the trees

if u surround yourself with everyone else

in time you just become less and less

u got the TV on and your laptop too

and u gotta go shopping man u need new shoes

Work then the pub it always seemed enough

But it was your own self you forgot to nurture

Distract yourself with books & emails

Oh my God is this the future???

ch:

And now I cannot even see

My hands 2 feet in front of me;

Been wandering round and I don’t see

The wood fr all the fucking trees…

so you tried to sleep alone tonite

but strange thoughts arise giving u a fright

a cold sensation chills you to the bone

this only happens man when your alone

Why am i here - what is this life?

oh God it's started now I’m afraid to die

you never felt as scared this

and you’re gut reaction man is to go on the piss

Those days it feels you’re still asleep

That’s when the river's run too deep

But look inside AND look beneath

I hope u make it through the trees.

X2

I hope u make it through the trees.

things aren't ok on the west side...

she's got his blood on her fingers, long nite and she s not finished with it yet;

there's been some wine, a bag of coke, and she s not finished yet;

she studied law uni in Bristol, and from a home county she sprung

heading to work in the city; she's still a little bit drunk

she spent her twenties in a warehouse, brazil, cambodia and singapore

taught how to drink by her mother; no sharp things in her top drawer

now rosie's daddy's a liberal and his pretensions for her absurd...

and after that weekend in hampshire, i'm calling nobody sir.

things aren't ok on the west side

a lotta waste in the suburbs

their little girl's going eastside

now she s a cause for concern

now most what she says is bullshit

but how she says it makes you listen

her dipdied hair and eighties raybans look pretty cool but who cares?

leaving

there's a girl that i knew she s been dabbling in witchcraft she's been drinking the bitches brew;

She’s acting the clown and it's getting me down now she's messed up with little to lose.

and I'm leaving you're demeaning - had too much of youuuuuu

there's a city in the distance. far away from you

she's rather uptight looking out for a fight as she heads to the beach on one heel;
she’s had chance after chance on the bar trying to dance she’s been on it since a quarter past 3.

and I'm leaving you're demeaning - had too much of youuuuuu

there's a city in the distance. far away from you

Now this girl is a mess but se couldn't care less, hope she doesn't wash up on the beach;

Less respectable lass you’d b hard pushed to meet, d’you recall how she laid into me?

And her tastes are quite crass, such a pain in the ass like the devil she hides in plain view

now shes out of my heart, let's start the new start i still believe in love after youuuuu

middle 8: what a fuckin bitch! !   Gonna punch out her lights!

NOW YOU'RE sister's in court and ur family distraught, well,  too lenient with her they have been;
but she's let off the hook cause the meds that she took arent s'pposed to be mixed with tooheys !

and your sis breaks your heart tears your family apart and she still lays at home at their feet;
she's no Dali or Plath a cheap middle class slag for your sake love i hope she gets clean.

...but is my hate for this girl symptomatic of more do i see part of her inside me; 
ive drunk lots in my time messed them round with my lies oh and nobody hates me like me.

NEVER ENOUGH

you've had redheads teenagers balds blondes and brunettes

the cleanest escort girls that money can get

sexual tourist in Thailand swung both ways in Vietnam

and your daughter's exchange friend yeh the one from japan

classic cars, saville row a massive villa in France

oxford uni good family send the kids to learn dance

drink the finest red wine you're a real cut above

but inside you ll be screaming ''it s never enough''.

EASY STREET

so i carried on, even wrote a book on feelings, being s not enough -

love was not enough for me

i took the drugs to stop myself believing in your honesty, everything

was numb to me livin life through an old movie screen

i don t have enough so i drank too much from the well on easy street,

i had had enough put down my empty cup but still i took the stuff he sold me

so i hung around in places dark and unfamiliar

with the cavalry, (we were) runnin thru the nite on speed. we partied long,

 and hard into tomorrow it was not for fun though,

poetry and blasphemy all wrapped up with little bombs / bags of E.

so i carried on - even wrote u a book of music, music s not enough

Nothing put the fear in me, there s nothing at the dark end of this street.

CONNEXION

CONNEXION

I got no rights now – lost them in the election

And I am not judging but leave the kids alone

No complications if you tie yourself to nations

Blindfolded leads the way home

I m still waiting to come

But you re in raptures on top of me, holding me, we ll see

No more surrender, looks like we re going on a bender

Let s ignore the heavy weather it s always heavy in here

You failed your kids America the supposed land of plenty

But I can see your children burning under corporate sun

So come on Jesus - I m still waiting for connection

A pathway to the future that’s drenched in holy sun

And ex-girlfriends they tend to clutter up your ego

I m splitting in a million, but fuck it if we re getting drunk

I m looking for connection

i'm looking for a ride

I m looking for connection

                                                 seems i've been waiting half my life

I m looking for connection

                                                   it's not enough to just survive

I m looking for connection

                                                     Oh God I wanna feel alive

CIGARETTES OFF THE STREET

CIGARETTES OFF THE STREET

well, they pass the time with family and friends

good jobs, new cars safe passage they can lend
dinner parties, drinks at lunchtime and eateries.
and you ve never stooped for fag butts on the street.
on the run tonite - wayward son am I
happiness forgets what loneliness remember
they ll never feel the shiver in their own home
the frustration when the coke has blown the dough
and the drink is all you have to stop those thoughts
of the hundred ways your losing your own war
and you ll never feel the silence
and you ll never see the violence
that's the sight of your whole world come crashing down
...but the end is the great leveller my friend
and despite your wealth u won t be better spent
fancy cars and bars and holidays abroad
raise a glass to livin life out on the floor