City Under the Sea

1.shes been thinking of home thinkin bout the West midlands
 She s been drinking alone, cafe by the cathedral
 & she doesnt know where to go How she made her world so little
And she knows he s gonna leave and that she aint gonna stop him.

1.Daytrips mom n dad in the car, to Clee hills, the river at Worcester.
Times when she felt.so whole, her whole life before her.



2.Shed been runnin it down.th mid west haunts that made her
 But now she s travelled about, she realised she never found better.
so Tired of moving around but so tired getting nowhere.
she cld make another move, but to where? for what reason?

2.She s standing halfway thru looking back looking onward,
she dont really got a clue where to go, who to turn to.
She s been having thoughts, thoughts of change and adventure,
but she s not 21 anymore, takes her 3 days after a bender..



3.one more roll of the dice or it's stuck here forever
To a city under the sea or a town bove th mountains
 Shes been running around up that hill getting nowhere
 If she cld make a deal with God shed start again far from Bristol.

3.Shes been drinking with friends dog and duck in th old harbor.
 She ll soon be drinking alone every nite when the loss hits her...
Nothing ends th way you d hope but nothing cums if u do nothing. And nowhere s where you ll get to b if a dream loses it s focus...

Outro: Theres no living in a city under the ocean,
 (theres no living beside th sea, there s no comfort among th forest
there ll never be a place for her t get free)




"Ariel, of Vodka Wisdom;) It means a big sweet nothing. without a reason this life is most unsatisfying at its core.to find reason is up to you, but if you cant rouse yourself to find a reason, (which you wont if y r abject anyway) you wont find one, so this is catch 22. Isnt it? And i am left stuck in this endless cycle of hope and despair,hope & despair, hope & gettin nowhere.O th futility. Deadwood Forest..." I ve walked th streets of bristol, bangkok, birmingham, barcelona and brussels and the same expressuons i see on every face. Th grim ghastly face of resignation, like the spectre at th feast, occasionally thrown into relief, usually on a weekend by the grinning gurning idiot on the street corner... Why is it you never receive what you want most? ??

the man who burnt... (version 2)

v1)
life don't come easy - and nothing come quick;
the candle's dimming - and she never showed;
these journeys bore me - rats race beside me;
if we're not winning - you'd better drive me to the capital...

Ch)
So set your town on fire: We'll  burn office block and church spire
 So set your town on fire: & watch Sally's eye burn a bit brighter...
Won't you burn burn for the world?

v2)
a hilltop village - a cottage in June
these postcards drew me - now I came to lose
these journeys bore me - rats race beside me;
if we're not winning - you'd better drive me to the capital

outro)
A DUDLEY SLEEPER CELL
FORGOTTEN BEAUTY QUEEN
A WRAP OF KETAMINE
AND PINT OF GASOLINE