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And there were those films
Made in the Seventies where dolls ran through fields Late at night, after men His shirt is my dress I lost my knees and hands He drowned my make-up in the white sand And I'm too tiny for a heart this big It swells like an ocean It's breaking the jail of ribs And he said it won't hurt And he said it won't hurt And he said it won't hurt A lie the size of the sky And this hotel is dusty and he's locked the door And the sea's gone so far out I can't see it anymore I was baking when he kissed me I put flour in his hair He rolled me like a bottle, whispering wrong French in my ear |
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I've got the snow on my side - i've got no doubts about that
And though this city grows wider, i always know where i'm at I got your letter this morning I know you mean what you say And though the stations are closed down, i've got to get away I'm somewhere off the compass I'm somewhere lower than hell And when you say you're beyond this, i say, "i've been there as well" |
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Could it be that you drove me into your fleet of hand-melt candy
Could it be that you sent me falling off the roof backwards, gently Do not let my words depress you - I'm here to uplift you now (I'm here to uplift you now) Her eyes have gone south - terrible lies she denies Could it be that you broke me into a sheet of rain swept sideways? Could it be that you wrote me a dead attempt? It just plain scares me Do not let my words distract you from all the fun you demand - from the fun of the century No more glistening wet poems in your honour, captain of alienation, New York, money, compassion |
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It's just out of reach
Can't think of nothing else Gathering the nerve Something's in the air It's just out of reach and i'm on the ground I have energy Talking to myself |
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I am the sub-librarian, come in on the council bus
Chalk Farm to Highgate Woods, sportsbag of borrowed books A steady diet of Brautigan, 'Tapestry' on the walkman Paranormal ill-health from dusting off the top shelf I am the sub-librarian, counter girl, tea-maker I am the sub-librarian, swan feeder, spectacle breaker I am the sub-librarian |
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England's dreaming, winter absent
I take my books back, change my accent First in the library You queue up behind me, frost-bitten in french mittens Take care on the corner Sliding on white grass I catch up with your shadow but you're walking too fast |
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She said, "it's ok - you'll feel better every day and all memory of this will fade away"
And that's the biggest lie and i just wonder why when love dissolves we don't all just die I sat by the lake when everyone had gone home, nothing on my body but the sadness i had on I felt death's elbow nudging at my ribs, telling me to let go - i don't deserve to live She said, "it's ok - you'll feel better every day and all memory of this will fade away" And that's the biggest lie and i just wonder why when love dissolves we don't all just die, liar |
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Amongst the books, an angel i've not met
And time hasn't touched her yet From a to m to z she swans, as if avoiding bed Pigtails instead of wings I strung her harp with my heart strings And i would ask this spring for her If i knew what the right words were |
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The canadian brought us snow and lucky strikes for john to smoke
A thursday night with powercuts, in mountain socks, burning books We watched the jetsons for too long -saw robots in our sleep Naval lights from amsterdam through the kettle steam The jesus glow of calor gas illuminates the frosted glass The windowsill, a battle scene of airfix kits and disney queens Born too early, wake up too late Minds of chomsky but low birth weight Sleeping beside, treat us like eggs Box-jellyfish light; tinsel legs |
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Joanne comes around with a radio and absinthe
We start the afternoon with polish xmas songs on shortwave She laughs as we burn the first shot, the green flame I love joanne We've been friends for 12 years We used to be lovers but now a hug can be just a hug I followed her from derbyshire to london She's the sub-librarian, the swan feeder, spectacle breaker I wanted to buy her a bicycle this xmas but she said it was too much She can close me down like i let no-one else do We watch the green flame in the window And it somehow makes me think of Amsterdam or Paris Rain beneath canal bridges in neon cafe light The phone rings but it's not for me The answering machine catches it and holds it and holds it and holds it |
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