jackinblack

countless batterings and blue patches
i must have fallen over alot more than i felt
saturday night home
in total recovery mode
that is
cold and hungry and uncertain as to departure time
my brain is gradually slipping away each time i go out
the fluids are certainly fermented
spent some time unpicking the cat from my clothes
it has a habit of clinging
but now the fat little black sckritcher is nowhere to be seen
i stomp about for a while
full of list and tire
i need to rub my forehead to support the last few hours of sitting
my options for entertainment all seem tedious
or rather im so apathy inclined
i dont want this or that or not
so i continue to sit
rolling in my head
rabbiting and blistering the air next to me
if i was sayin g this aloud id be totally ignored after a minute or two which i like thinking of
when i sleep i hope its of stripy tops and the small
this music blubed out just now as i finished tappering and mousering about

A nightmare of you
Of death in the pool
Wakes me up at quarter to three
I'm lying on the floor of the night before
With a stranger lying next to me
A nightmare of you
Of death in the pool
I see no further now than this dream
The trembling hand of the trembling man
Hold my mouth
To hold in a scream
I try to think
To make it slow
If only here is where i go
If this is real
I have to see
I turn on fire
And next to me
It looks good
It tastes like nothing on earth
It looks good
It tastes like nothing on earth
Its so smooth it even feels like skin
It tells me how it feels to be new

It tells me how it feels to be new
A thousand voices whisper it true
It tells me how it feels to be new
And every voice belongs
Every voice belongs to you