walking in the countryside
it seems that the winds have stopped
i took down the posters down from my wall
left letters for you all
i remember moments of happiness
endless summers acoustic guitars
being a man made me coarse
when i wanted to be delicate
i called up eugene told him i was drowning
i called up eugene told him i was drowning
like a castaway on a warm ocean
waiting for purpose to rise
they say it’s not becoming
for a boy of my age
ıf u want to know what makes me sad
well its hope, the endurance of faith
a battle that lasts a lifetime
a fight that never ends
walking in the countryside
ıt seems that the winds have stopped
tell my mother i am sorry
and i loved her
we were lovers
we meet inside the café
the air is thick like hospital
choked by the gold on your finger
we were lovers
bury the thoughts that resurface
those hands were mine
and now our love has been forgotten
like it was never there
we're just sitting here like strangers
you gave me yourself for just a little while
but it was you, it was really you
staring into my coffee
it is not black just a shade of brown
too scared to let our eyes meet
what will we see?
the space between us
will not be beat
oceans and past lives
we were lovers
after the funeral breaking cola nuts
we sit and reminisce about the past
and in her voice only sadness
her only son taken from her
in every headline we are reminded
that this not home for us
2nd generation blues
our point of view not listened to
different worlds and different rules
a question of allegiance
clinging to her bible and her scapula
and memories of the way things were
i cant see hope i cannot smile
i just burn with anger all the time
we all read
what they did
to the black
boy
in every headline we are reminded
that this is not home for us
where is it?
where is home?
i walk a modern tight rope
of humility and belligerence
all this tommy-rot and flag waving
is just getting me down
i want to stamp on the face of every young policeman
to break the fingers of every old judge
to cut off the feet of every ballerina
but i cannot
so i just sit, and i just sigh
and i pretend
that there's nothing wrong
the teeth of this world
tear me in half
and everyday i must ask myself
where is it?
where is home?
lord, give me grace and dancing feet
and the power to impress
lord, give me grace and dancing feet
let me outshine them all
is it so wrong to crave recognition?
2nd best runner up
is it so wrong to want rewarding?
to want more, than is given to you
tonight make me unstoppable
and i will charm i will slice i will dazzle them with my wit
tonight make me unstoppable
and i will charm i will slice i will dazzle
i will outshine them all
standing on the packed dance floor
our bodies throb in time
silent on the weekdays
tonight i claim what s mine
is it so wrong to crave recognition?
2nd best runner up
is it so wrong to want rewarding?
to want more, than is given to you
waiting for the 7.18 january is endless
weary eyed and forlorn, the northern line is the loudest
sitting in silence in bars after work
i've got nothing to add nothing to contest
can i still kick a ball 100 yards?
now we cling to bottles and memories of the past
just give me moments not hours or days
grinding your teeth in the middle of the night
let the sadness off those molars
spend all your spare time trying to escape
with crosswords and the sudoku
if i could do it all again i'd make more mistakes
not be so scared of falling,
if i could do it again, i would climb more trees
i'd pick and i'd eat more wild blackberries
i'm sitting on the roof of my house
with a shotgun and a six pack of beer
the newscaster say's "the enemy is among us!"
as bombs explode on the 30 bus
kill that middle class indecision
now is not the time for liberal thought
so i go hunting for witches
heads are going to roll
so i go hunting
1990's, optimistic as a teen
but now its terror, airplanes crash into towers
the daily mail say's "the enemy is among us!"
"taking our women and taking our jobs"
all reasonable thought is being drowned out
by the non-stop baying, baying for blood
so i go hunting for witches
heads are going to roll
so i go hunting
i was an ordinary man, with ordinary desire
i watched tv it informed me
i was an ordinary man with ordinary desire
there must be accountability
disparate and misinformed
fear keeps us all in place
i am trying to be heroic,
in an age of modernity.
i am trying to be heroic,
because all around me history sings.
so i enjoyed and i devoured
flesh and wine and luxury.
but in my heart,
i am lukewarm;
nothing ever really touches me.
at les trois gar
we meet at precisely 9 o'clock.
i order the foie gras
and i eat it with complete disdain.
bubbles rise in champagne flutes,
but when we kiss, i feel nothing.
feasting on sleeping pills
and marlboro reds.
(so busy won't save you)
oh how our parents
they suffered for nothing
live the dream, live the dream, live the dream
like the 80s never happened.
people are afraid, are afraid
to merge on the freeway.
disappear here
stroll the pier
into the magazine launch party.
i am handed a pill,
and i swallow with complete disdain.
kick-drum bangs off the high-hat;
remember to look bored.
we suck each others' faces,
and make sure we are noticed.
(cocaine won't save you)
because east london is a vampire,
it sucks the joy right out of me
how we long for corruption in these golden years.
oh how our parents
they suffered for nothing
live the dream, live the dream, live the dream
like the 80s never happened.
people are afraid, are afraid
to merge on the freeway.
disappear here
