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Liquorice
Oh in this house I’m having such a night. Lying on the bed and over there underneath a dancing light. A friend found a glitter ball outside, thrown out, I don’t know who by. It helps with the atmosphere and hides faces, and what goes on inside. Who has the Liquorice and why isn’t Sophie here tonight?

Oh Sophie, what goes on inside? Try not to worry all your friends are coming round our house tonight. John has the liquorice and, oh, Alice wants you to confide. She sent you a message no reply, oh well, something’s on her mind. Gail, type her number in, dear answer the phone.

“Why are you feeling so alone? Come to our party”
“I don’t want to”
“No?”
“I don’t want to”
 “Why are you feeling so alone? It isn’t seen, it isn’t shown. Come to our party”
“I don’t want to”
“No?”
“I don’t want to”
 “Oh dear” I said, “Alice, John, Mike, Gail, Katie, Stacey and Ron are here”
“Okay I’ll come around. Hey! I’m at the door!”

Wall
You started laughing and started moving and cracked your elbow to a hollow different sound. With another holy vision of a summer in a suburb that you know. I see the grass I see the people I see their hair,  I see their eyes, I see the sun. And I’ll remember last December, and for the last time I will smash myself against the wall.

I should really take a lesson in what to dream of and what to call my very own. If I never get to see it I’ll use my finger and scratch a sketch into the stone. A simple sketch of a little garden with lots of flowers and water bouncing off their hearts. And I’ll remember last December and for the last time I will smash myself against the wall.

G-A-C
I’m tired of drowning every single night. I’m washed again, behold a shiny skin. The world is acting I can see the lights. Stage fright is dead. Fall in love again.

Why are you laughing? I’m not feeling right. You’re such a kid. Kill me with a smile. I read a maxim, it said to give it time. Roll out the dead, fall in love again.

Soul Remains
Simon Willerton. Prisoner DE2898. Simon Willerton fell through the net, what’s in a name?

I lost the war one August morn. A blue sky over Armley, do light waves scatter for me? A homeless thug is finally caught. Magistrate what are drinking? The young man is thinking. Singing to himself.

Broken shoulder blade, trauma to the face, bruises on ribcage, just soul remains.

Blood on razorblade, snapped vertebrae, broken in two places, just soul remains.

These walls they loom over a town of red brick terraced housing and dark dens of music. I guess you would have liked it there. With fireheads forever burning, performers and singers. Singers like yourself.

Centrepoint
I’m so open in my dreams. Like the ocean I can breathe. When I’m lucid I can be like a fluid entity.

Looks like you’ll be turning ever after. Find a point to focus on and dream away with all the physical manifestations of a real life in full colour.

The Sound Of
Over the hill, out the way, I could be anywhere, I couldn’t say. What’s the use anyway? Broke my heart broke the day. That’s the sound of it Round my head it’s the way that I think. That’s the sound of it. Over here, yeah I think I’ll come in Looks like you and I could never run and never lie. I like the way we broke the ice. Looks like you and I could never live and never die and never think about it in our lives.

Lucid
What to do? Even if could say I would only use words that I learned today. The carpet stain. Broken umbrellas too. The love you gave, coming on back to you is all up and down.

In every way lovers are falling out. Two hearts can break and birds can start flying south. And I can wait until they come back around. The love you gave, coming on back around is all up and down. All up and down.

Desire
You won’t see me after tonight. I will find someone after you. Calling it cheap, calling it a lie. Nullified at high altitude. One more story for the fire. Oh the fire. One more story for the fire. Oh desire. Oh desire.

And it looks like I won’t be your friend for life. Find another shoulder out there to lean on.

You won’t see me after tonight. You know I’ll find someone after you. I was in a dream, in another time. Bonafide romance avenue. 

And it looks like I won’t be your friend for life. Find another shoulder out there to lean on. In a kind world.

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