Beaming bright thru’ the dark of night
All right, all right, convinced of your might
Just like shite, you started a fight
A sorry sight, your flag turned to white
Out of spite, someone did you right
Now seven shades light, happy smiling faeces
Month: February 1988
Fishbowl – 27th February 1988
I’m inside looking out at you
I see you’re much bigger than me
You look pretty weird thru’ the glass
But that’s where I would like to be
I wanna be weird like the rest of you
So you won’t just treat me as a pet
I wanna feel important like you do
But I wonder how far you would get
In my world
More – 26th February 1988
The future is no mystery anymore
Cos nothing’s gonna change
I only wish that I could be sure
Why I feel so fuckin’ strange
They say life’s what you make it
But where do I start?
All I seem to do is break it
Until it all falls apart
There must be more, much more than this
Life must be more that just getting pissed
I got no answers for our sorry state
When the truth is known, it’ll be too late
Why must we be contented
To live with what we’ve got?
I wanna be presented
With the whole fuckin’ lot
Don’t wanna hear no history
Cos I haven’t got a clue
It’s just one big mystery
Which no one ever knew
Where do I start looking for
What I wanna hear?
And when I’ve heard it all
Will it confirm my fear?
Grown Up – 24th February 1988
You’re grown-up when you’ve turned
Into the people you watched when you were young
No matter how I old I am, I’ve learned
That my age is not going to ruin any of my fun
Kiss And Tell – 23rd February 1988
Everywhere you go people just look the same
An idea of sex is usually found in their name
What’s going on? Just tell me the score
You can’t tell the girls from the boys anymore
Fifty – 22nd February 1988
Half a century gone
Have I another to come?
Fifty years and nothing’s changed
Everything just seems the same
New surroundings, same old shit
Another fifty years? Forget it!
Woods – 21st February 1988
Play in the woods in my backyard
Concrete streets are too rough and hard
Fall in the softness of the grass
Saving you from a painful arse
They came and cut down my lovely wood
Destroyed everything they could
New houses where they needn’t be
They didn’t leave a single tree
Everything, I guess, must take its toll
The trees ended up as toilet roll
Twenty Pence – 20th February 1988
You stop me in the street
Like everyone you meet
“Lend us twenty pence, mate”
But you’re in such a state
You complain that I couldn’t give a shit
I’d give you twenty pence
If I thought you were worth it
These Visions – 19th February 1988
You’re sitting at home
These visions in your head
You’re all alone
With your mind just full of dread
You start to wonder
Why it’s like it was before
You’re going under
In your own personal war
All you’ve got are these memories
Repeated visions of what you’ve done
I can’t help you if you’re not telling me
You start to wonder where it’s all gone
Depressing your ego
With visions of the past
You won’t let me go
And that’s all I ask
Your time’s been wasted
Trying to repeat all the good times
It’s me that you hated
But you kept ignoring all the signs
All you’ve got are these twisted visions
Repetition, repetition of what you’ve done
I can’t help you make your decision
Strange to be nostalgic when you’re only 21*
*lifted word for word from the Partisans ‘Only 21’ – because it’s a great line!
Logic – 18th February 1988
Don’t tell me about logic
I got ten fingers I can count
Don’t confuse me with long words
Just go ahead and spit it out
You say logic is to maintain ease
Will someone explain what you mean, please?
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