morn. On my Exford legs, on my Exford walk, Bury my brains in my Exford talk, Til there's nothing I wouldn't do To be sitting and talking with you
O, I could have told you, the vices wont hold you warm in a coil where you lay but high up behind you, seized by the temple and bid you obey and obey
remember ever liking that, Don't touch me babe, roll over. O brother, you don't know what you've got, only time flies... You've gotta do some clockwork. Sometimes you
You can't walk through the Isle of the Dead, you can't lie still in the guest house bed, there's a pair of black eyes staring down at you from the mountain
. Rise, rise, rise and tune your pianos, I hear the wind whistle through their teeth, you cheating sons from your deep, your dreamless, endless, arse-facing, walking sleep... (you
Should you expect to see something that you hadn't seen In somebody you'd known since you were sixteen; if love is a bolt from the blue, then what is
you should be listening like a river to the end of my curdled song, Nobody knows what madness could come along. Now if you see a being borne into a trap you
Duty, who's your master? Who gave you fingers? Who gave you to me? And why do we always dream of disaster When we pay our dues to disaster with some
it like I know more, I'm sorry darling but your roving poet's just a bank balance troubadour, who can't sing the song anymore. At ten o'clock is when you
know, What you don't want to know. Beneath the revving of a car, The evensong of the abbatoir... Moo, you bloody choir, Moo and lo, lo and moan. Moo, you huddled choir, Moo
plots of my birth. My heart is a cold acre, in my chest is a cold acre, I know any good anymore from the bad except there's one that you have and one that you
Autumn leaves are flying, (each a baby's brittle boat), The season's dying, (Winter's mottled pigeon throat) Sings the coo-cool air, The old sun's
O how my great liberal heart labours, With the piss in my rivers and gall, Before gleaming ceremonial sabres, Who falls on them falls for us all...
blind builder to his deaf daughter as he picked up his hammer and saw, "if blood is thicker than water why'd you dress in the dress that you wore?" The