Tuesday, 25 August 2015

BACHELOR PAD

LIVING ALONE -well I get up when I like
And I wash up if I like
I got plenty more time for Adrian Chiles on the radio
And writing concept album number 22

I ve arranged the flat nice
pizza on the menu every nite
I go to bed when I like
Look it s way past 2 o clock
I haven't done my washing, I not wearing socks
The loneliness I can almost touch

I got the fruitfliesfor company
Think I all start writing that symphony
A lot of books still in boxes
The washing up is really stacking up
The bills I can t pay keep.on building up
The loneliness I can almost touch

Sat on the floor in my flat
Well I feel safest of all
I can lock all my doors
my bicycle s in the shed downstairs
the leccy s on a meter, it costs .......

Living alone: I get dressed when I like
I don t even have to try
To impress the passer by

I mooch around in the afternoon
And re using plastic spoons
The loneliness...

The smell has start to settle in
The mouse lives in the recycling
But I like his company
1 squeak for yes 2 squeaks For no
I m spending too much time sat here alone
The loneliness...

Friday, 21 August 2015

i m so proud of u

she found a job changing nappies and washing up our plates
her colleague got depression so she stepped up to take their place
she learnt the ropes quite quickly and she doesn't act a prick
her employer used, abused her then sent her back to tend the sink...

she s off the crack - and she wants her life back
well she s never read the books & she doesn't have the looks
but she s off the crack;
she s off the crack; we shld give er a clap
well she s never heard of Nietzsche, drinks vodka by the litre
but she s off the crack, I'm so proud of you.

her marriage brown down but she didnt miss a beat;
she kept herself going - not with crack but cups of tea
she said i've given up on so much bullshit in my life
i m not afraid to leave now if some bloke treats me like shite...

CHORUS

other people don't respect her can t see the joy she gives
but i ll always bump her fist and give her my best grin
she s waiting on that council house she ll be a granny soon
her daughter crystal's up the duff - a granny at 32!

CHORUS

she s off th hard stuff, she off the rough love,
she s avoiding the pub, making amends with her mum

(a sorry twist in the tail tho...)

so she gets a fone call from her ex, she was at bingo
he s moving back west and he really wants her to know
ol' Bobby is a drinker - he gets nasty after a few
but he wants to see his daughter
she s scared & don t know what to do...

she s back on th crack cos old bobby's back (in town)
now she s on the train to easton her daddy used to beat her
too much blood on the tracks X2

she ll maybe move to stroud for rehab
then maybe she cld turn it around...i m so proud of you.

Wednesday, 12 August 2015

Pintsize Bi

(written by alex kirkup & james johnston)

we've had enough to drink to drown our silent cry, moisture collects at the rim of his eye

 living with his wife and his wife's new boyfriend, he sits on his bed with his Kellogg's cornflakes


his words of wisdom got socialist leanings garnered from his sexual adventure

 a teenage boy before the advent of grindr, spending his nites with an axe to grind her

--in a cycle of worry and drug addiction 
booze on the bus and booze at the station
it's closing time as we rush to the shelter
back in the 90s it was better

but now we spend all our evenings in the boozer
as if we've given up on the future
no holiday but the cider's on offer
cheaper than a plane to Oslo


all alone on the upper floor of the 49 back to Dudley,
Looking out over Merry Hill, he don't wanna go home,
 Graffiti stains under neon streetlight, (thru the gloom they dont shine ) west midlands bus and we re going nowhere,
in the heart of the Black Country, yam alrite if u do not dream he don't wanna go home


--

will we find ourselves, will we find someone, it s getting pretty late still she hasn't come

the screen on the bus stop says in half an hour, but fuck the future the present's is awful now...


all your efforts failed, teenage dreams have died,
left waiting for the day when hearts collide
i always thought that happiness came when you met someone
these days nothing is certain but the lack of affection.

but keep your head up man this life don't last and it s hard to breathe...


you said the key to being happy is a clear conscience but I don't see how you can living in the bushes