Don’t ask me what it’s all about We’re all just acting roles The life blood and emotions Wrapped in a bag of bones
Don’t kiss me in the morning When the skies are blue I’ll blow your mind by Sunday So you can join me too
I’m tripping over buildings Trapped in your telephones Screaming from the inside Wrapped in a bag of bones
Don’t ask me what’s the meaning Of life and alcohol I sit alone on desert dunes Contemplating the animals
Wrap me in your arms Touch me with your toes A comfort and warming This skinny bag of bones
1st May 2025 – A slight rearrangement of these words in the recording below though they are barely audible. I’m confused at how I managed to jag the saxophone sounding fairly melodic and in tune with the song. I had no idea what I was doing with the thing and it got sold soon after Hate That Smile broke up and I needed money. Written sometime in 1987 these words didn’t get used in a song until 1989.
Wake up in the morning The sun is shining bright Open the curtains To let in the cool white light Light a cigarette Draw in the wispy smoke
Wake up from the darkness of your mind Open your eyes, let your body unwind Memories of old make them hard to find Your new ones will be of the same kind
Something wrong, something right You wake up sweating In the middle of the night Something strange, something new Change of mind Or a change of view?
Scars on the flesh, wounds of the heart Pride is damaged, as I fall apart Confusing twists in a melodramatic play Running circles around me day by day
Turn the next corner and it could be pain Tears pour down like the soaking rain I could be happy but most likely not An analysis of everything I’ve got
Bit part actors act so unbothered Til darkest secrets are uncovered Watch the soaps on the TV Look at them, they look like me
Real life comes from gut reaction actions Two minutes ago, it was so full of passion Two minutes later it’s so full of hurt Crushing each other into the dirt
“I love you’, tie me down, lock me away If I told you that, did I mean it anyway? End of scene one, start of scene two It’s hurting me and I’m hurting you
Carry on the game til the blood is boiling Is it really worth all the toiling? Hanging on to loose ends for each other’s sake I wish I could sleep but you keep me awake
Please don’t come see me tonight It won’t turn out to be all right I love you but want to say goodbye Jesus, all we ever do is cry
That’s not right, let’s stop hurting each other It would be easier if we didn’t bother My heart is broken and yours will break We’re just push and pull, not give and take
18th Apr 2025 – I’m guessing this was written after my first girlfriend, Emma, confessed to sleeping with her childhood friend, who had been begging to do so since I’d met her. This was a confusing time for an idiot 19-year-old boy. We stuck it out for a little longer until she went off to college and found better things to do with herself than drink in my bedroom every weekend. Never dated a blonde since.
I shed tears on my pillow at night I sleep alone and it doesn’t feel right There’s an emptiness inside my soul To get you back is my only goal I miss you darling and it hurts so much I miss your body and it’s gentle touch I miss you dearly, let’s get back together And stay that way, forever and ever
We’ll meet again Don’t care where, don’t care when I don’t really want to see your face We were the wrong people in the wrong place I don’t really think you’re my type We were just two shits meeting in the pipe
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