Allowed in, 
Got access to the room .
The shapes blacken eyes
And sound wounds.

Been waiting for access to,
The room .
And thousands of places,
Pour in.

We can wait for daes
Garcon waits.
Swinging by the pool
It's true.

And when done is you, move.

One step forward, 
Two steps back, 
Fall sideways.

Heat radiates out,
From the feet to neck.
Play to a comet.
Hand of glass and salt.
White Radiation,
Wakes on the moor.


Am I suppossed to be,
In love with this?
A quick and easy kiss,

Or endless fists.

Loud colour in your hair.

The White girl.
Work with a curved spine.
And a lonely guy.

The wake,
A lifted weight.
The wake,
A pass of late.
They came,
And supped the ale.
They came,
Despite the pain.

The wake,
To lift the weight.
The wake,
Who pass of late.
A dress,
Of sadder times.
A white Lilly reef,

L;eaf blown backwards,
Sucked down a drain.
Meet gutter goblin.
And her thousand kids.
Occassional sun does pour in.
But its few and far between.

Leaf blown backwards,
Tumble down street.
Compressed by tyre,
Shredded by feet.
At least I'm free of the tree that,
Clung on so dear to me.

It comes out from a hole to gloat.
Cross-eyed and tongue hung out.
The frog that lives inside my throat,
And toad that guards my soul.
Could it be that...

All that is needed is imagination.
No well trained eye,
Or jumped up mind.
My favourite poems,
Come from pure emotions.
My favourite paintings,
Are painted by kids.

Good Luck

Easily said,
And easily done,
Turn the key,
Let us see,
What we've been missing.
Oh, what a world,
Or so I've heard.
It's the same everyday,
Inside the cage.
Please...
Save us,
Good Luck.
God only knows why this happens.
Save us,
Good Luck.
God only knows how we're still here.
He's jumping around,
The sweetest of sounds,
Comes from his mouth,
As we skip past his grief hole.
Send us a love,
But not from above.
Bloody tired with advice,
Of daily prayer.
Just...
Save us,
Good Luck.
You're god doesn't know why this happens.
Save us,
Good Luck.
You're god doesn't care that we're still here.

Found Object (1)

I saw a painting the other day.Yesterday, or the day before,A canal,In watercolour.Rolled up,Inside a drawer.

Horror Film

Verse 1
A - F#m - C# - D - E
You closed your eye's too soon.
You missed the best bit,
When his head falls off.
A splattering of guts,
Hits a girl.
Then his head flew off.
You come to learn, that I,
Am a bit sick.
But you seem to like it.


Chorus
D - E - F#m
You're a horror lover,
And probably worse than me.
You like the psychologic,
But gives you psycho dreams.
Go lock the back door for,
Horror Film.


Verse 2
Good God,
My neck's gone numb.
I'll have to move,
Before my head falls off.
Rewind the tape,
And watch again.
So we can see,
How his head comes off.
This bits too sinister for me.
But in your eyes,
I can see you like it.


Chorus


Verse (Change) x4
A - E(d) - D - Gm
Oh hell,
Watch yer self.
She's a fool.
She's gone running up the stairs
She's a fool,
She's had it.
She's gone running up the stairs.


End (first verse)
You closed your eyes too soon.
You missed the best bit,
When his head falls off.

Spain

Verse 1
G - Em
Get on, get on, Picture Thrower.
I see nothing wrong.
Go win your heart's desires
A new car, a new song.
Tough glove, slap the senses,
Awaken the feel.
Get on, get on, Picture Thrower,
The comfiest seat.


Bridge
G - D - Am
In deepest Spain
Don't feel the same.
I ly-lo.
We drive around
With top-a-down.
Frown-a-no-no.,
In deepest Spain,
Don't feel the pain,
I Ly-lo.
We drive around,
With wicked sounds
And frowns turned upside down..


Verse 2
Get on, get on Picture Thrower.
Can see nothing wrong with it so...
Go win your heart desires,
A new car, a new song.
Shed some light with X-Ray vision,
No longer alone.


Bridge
In deepest Spain,
Don't feel the same.
I Ly-lo.
We drive around,
With top-a-down
Frown-a-no-no
In deepest Spain,
Don't feel the pain,
I Ly-lo.
And drive around with wicked sounds.
We go there for...


Chorus (X2)
G - Em
The golden lines,
That cling to spines.
Sun rolls her eyes,
Mad dogs and Englishmen.


Verse 3
Get on, get on, Picture Thrower.
When all else has failed.
Tip-toe around your mouse house,
Try to not wake dead.
Flip- Flop a fantasy,
Flick channels instead..
Get on, get on Picture Thrower
The softest of beds..
.


Bridge


Chorus


Bridge 2
Run, run, run, run, run, run
Till your out there.
Run, run, run, run, run, run
Till your ear's pop.
Glow, glow, glow, glow, glow, glow,
When your out there.
Glow, glow, glow, glow, glow, glow
Ohhh.


Chorus 2 (X4)
Em - D - C
Get there for the Weekday,
Night's out,
The golden lines and the Water Parks.

BMX Bandit / Bicycle Thief

Verse 1
E - A - Am
Bicycle thief!
Don't bother,
It's worth more to me,
Than you could ever imagine.


Bicycle thief!
What's with you?
A special need?
Don't even have breaks,
Gears or seat.


Bridge
A - Am
Bicycle thief!
Listen...
A social cry,
Of Suicide.


Chorus
E - A - Am
.

King of the Mill / Big Style

Verse 1
Fm - B#m
All about folding arms and hard stares,
In the club where nobody will dare.
To step out into freezing air.
It's took ages to perfect my hair.


Recognize me and tell me I'm great.
Or at least tell your mates of my ways.
I'm the King of the Mill,
I bet you won't forget me.


Chorus
Fm - 
Big Style,
Take your scene and run.
Big Style,
What's the latest hun?
Big Style,
What is with your lip?
Big Style's been hit..


Verse 2
O.M.G, laugh out loud till it hurts.
But I've laughed louder at rocks and dirt.
I'm an Artist you see...
With H.N.D in Chemistry.

I Can't Run in the Sun.

In the summer,
When well hot.
There's not much more for one to do.
But sit and sweat and stare at breasts. 
I do like the summer, it' fine.
But, I prefer winter time. 

Tonight and For the Rest of Your Life.

Verse 1
G - Bm 
Trying different sizes on.
When dancing with the life you want.
Well, you've lost a lot of something.
That's a lot of something to lose.


Light it up, pass it on.
And take all the goodness from.
In my mouth I taste the metal,
From chewing on the petals of you.


Bridge
Am - G
You better brace yourself kid,
The feeling just before falling.
You better batter down the hatches,
If you like the scent of serenity / taste of your sanity.
You better brace yourself kid
The feeling just before falling
You better brace yourself kid,
Brace yourself kid,
Brace yourself kid.
The writings on the wall.


Chorus
G - Am - Bm
Tonight...
And for the rest of your life.
It's got a grip on you.
Won't end anytime soon.
Tonight...
And for the rest of your life.
It's got a grip on you.
There's nothing they can do.


Verse 2
By a rusty gate, you wait.
Come Ambulance, for heavens sake.
Well you've lost a lot of blood son.
That's a lot of blood to lose.


All is fair in love and war.
Try telling that to those who fall.
In my mouth I taste the metal,
From chewing on the petals of  love.


Bridge
Chorus x4

That Caroline Woman off the Telly

Verse 1
C - Am - G
Ain't much written 'bout you.
That's why you're cool.
Such worry, in the eye.
Of Caroline.


Chorus
E - Am - G
Oh, that Caroline
Oh, that Caroline


Verse 2
A dumb blonde, a dumber song
It's not that long.
When sorrow, makes you smile,
From Caroline.


Chorus
Oh, that Caroline
Oh, that Caroline


Outro
F - G - F - G - F - G - F - G - C
The dog caught the rabbit,
On a council Estate.
And brought it back home for tea.
What's happening to me?
I'm turning mushy!
This is now a shite love song.


End
C - Am - G
Got fingers pressed on lips.
Soz Caroline.

Madmartigan (Theme Tune)

Verse 1
E - A - E - A - B - A - E
I'm never in,
I'm always out somewhere.
Eloping with Princess's, so fair.
Giv'uz baby, don't wait up.


From time to time,
There comes a nagging cry..
'Settle down, stop running round!'
Giv'uz baby, don't wait up.


Chorus
F#m - A - E - C - Am - E
F#m - A - E - C - Am - B
Madmartigan,
You're much too slow.
Don't be forever young.
Madmartigan,
Make her feel safe,
And slay the perils in my way.


Verse 2
I'm never in,
I'm always out somewhere.
Eloping with Princess's so fair.
Giv'uz baby, don't wait up.


She give me back,
A sense of purpose that I lack.
She's my fucking everything.
Giv'uz baby, don't wait up.


Chorus


(change in mood)
F#m - Am - E (X3)
F#m - Am (hold)
E - Am - F#m - B (x3)
You can'na see, where the light is broken
And hardly sigh, if my my eye's are taken.
With all your trainers and all your jumpers.
You're not the same as when I found you swinging.

The Eye-Ball Shop

Verse 1
B - F# - A - E
Some time has past,
They reckon it's picking up fast.
We're sick of roasting,
In the eye-ball shop
And solid gazed.
Released another one.
So hold me down.


Bridge
A - D7
I'm missing the point,
Barking up the wrong tree.
When I'm searching for beauty in weird melodies,
And lies.


Verse 2
Street Fighter 2
I'm Ryu,
You're like the green one.
It's never ending,
In the eye-ball shop,
Your solid gaze.
Released another one.
So hold me down.


Bridge
I'm missing the point  
Barking up the wrong tree.
When I'm searching for beauty in weird melodies.
Got a frog in my throat and a toad in my soul.
Bleary eye'd  a terrible tooth-ache.
Instead of leaving me alone,
Come to my home
Come to my home
Come to my sweet home.


Chorus
B - F# - A - E
Oh blow,
You've got a lot to say.
Oh blow,
With snakes stuck in your head.
Oh blow,
Is this a new age way,
Oh blow,
To treat the one's who pay your wage.


Verse 3
It's been a while,
Since you last spat out a smile.
Easy to read you,
In the Eye-ball shop.
And solid gazed.
Released another one.
So hold me down.


Bridge (full)


Chorus.

Buried Under the Patio

Verse 1
C - G
Go, go meet the new,
Neighbours in 42.
Don't tell them too soon.
Don't break the bad news..


Bridge
Am - C (x2)
Am - C - E
I get a chill when,
I see from inside.
Children playing where they lie.


Chorus
F -  Dm - C  (X4)
F - Dm - E - F - Dm
Buried under the patio.
Buried under your home.
Buried under the patio.
Two hearts, set in the stone.
Beautiful view,
If only the poor sod's knew,
What lay below,
The patio.


Verse 2
Hi, can I come in?
There's something I need to say.
This, home that you've bought,
Is built upon a lover's grave.


Bridge
I get a chill when,
From window, I see,
They're plans to build a conservatory.


Chorus


Verse 3
Before you go on,
Who?, Why?, and how long ago?
This seems quite far-fetched!
Are you pulling my leg?
Or what?


Bridge
I get a chill when,
Dog's give a sniff,
To crazy paving,
With stiffs.


Chorus


Verse 4
So the story goes,
They both hit a low.
Tired, tired of  (?)
They killed themselves,
And I did the rest.


Bridge
I get a chill when,
I see from inside,
your children playing,
Where I,


Chorus
Buried them under the patio.
Buried them under your home.
Buried them under patio.
Two hearts set in the stone.
Beautiful view,
If only the poor sod's knew,
What lay below,
The patio.

Why not sneeze?

Verse 1.
Dm - A
As Tick follows Tock,
Paper beats the Rock.
Completely aware,
They gather and stare.
And laugh of the time,
You sang Auld Lang Syne.
With Whiskey on breath,
And beats on the chest.


Bridge
Am - C - F - B#m
Now the tables have turned,
And lesson's been learned.
He said he's in love.
With loaded guns and Turtle Doves.
And few In - between.


Verse 2
The writings on the wall
The wall's been written on.
Work hard so you miss,
What's hard to resist.
It could have been great,
It should have been great.
What got in the way?
We got in the way.


Bridge


Chorus
F - B#m
Come now,
You've already won this.
Try to be magnanimous in victory.
A lump on the 'old hello'.
Cuts and Mud cover your hands.
You're a lost objet trouvé,
Gone to see Man about Dog in Con.


(Repeat Verse 1, Bridge, Chorus )


Outro
F - Dm - B#m - C
So it goes, you lost control.
Nice bike but what a horrid fall.
Why not Sneeze?
Rose Selavy.
So sweet, but damn you're well heavy.
From a town of Cotton Mouth.
Paint canal, Scowl at South.
Why not Sneeze?
Rose Selavy
Life's sweet, but damn its well heavy.

Phantom

Verse 1
G - C
Then a fire,
Was electric.
Then a drill,
was electric.
In replace of a real one.
Coz a real one,
Turns too slow.


Chorus.
D - C
Pulling the day to the window.
Riding at Five AM.
Cut down the bird from the street lines.
Woodsmoor to Porto,
Phantom, the spring in step.


Verse 2.
Then a pie,
Was electric.
And a face,
Was electric.
In replace of a real one.
Coz a real one's too greasy.


Chorus


Whisting Bullshit
G - C

I Couldn't Be Less In Love With This.

Verse 1
A - Dm - D - E
The Scousers and I,
In Shadow of hillside.
When loading barrel in Van.
There's a place over yonder that no one can build on.
We call it 'New Roll of Film.'
With dread and pride in your eye.
You tell that joke, on the sly.
That me, I find that, I feel more Self-Fulfilled when I steal.


Chorus
Bm/D - E
A love of hard action,
A life of sighs.
But as the Skinny one said,
'It puts a roof over my head'


Verse 2
The Scousers and I,
Decide to unwind.
And leave detritus behind.
There's a place far beyond,
A page in the Sun.
We call it 'New Roll of Film.'
With dread and pride in your eye,
You tell that joke on the sly.
That me, I find dat, I feel more Self-Fulfilled when I steal.


Chorus
A love of hard actions.
A life of sighs.
But as the skinny one said, 
'It puts a roof over my head'


(Repeat Verse 1 and Chorus)


Outro
A - B - Dm
Over my head.
Over my head.
Over my head.
Light arrives,
Head explodes.
Don my over-alls,
Crawl outside.
I couldn't be less in love with this.


Light arrives,
Head explodes.
Damn the over-all,
Curse outside.
I couldn't be less in love with this.


Over my head.

Take Care of Robert

Verse 1
Em - B7
Take care of Robert.
He's one of a kind.
Just like his Mother,
He got left behind.


Bridge
C - Am - Em.
Hold on to pillow,
Keep warm.
And told 'shush' too much.
Get bored.
Then it starts all over again.


Verse 2
Take care of Robert.
Bring him back safe.
Answer the questions,
Of  fairness and fate.


Bridge
Move up to pillow,
Keep warm.
I'm told 'shush' too much,
Get bored.
Then the day will start again.


Chorus (X2)
Em - A - C
I want it how you got it.
With freedom on the sleeve,
Clutching pride in pocket.
Come over, stay over 
But hide the knives.
Videos of broken homes and stars.


Verse 3
Take care of Robert.
He's one of a kind.
Unlike his brothers
Got banged up inside.


Bridge.


Chorus (X4)


Outro
C - Am - C - Am - G - Bm - G - Bm - 
D - ? - Bm - D - ? - Bm - D - ? - Bm -
G - Am - Em

With Cats

Verse 1
D - A - Em - G


In bed, she's wondering,
Why loud music plays from below.
Instead of drudgery, 
Should I be living on my own?
In my own feline home.


Bridge
D - A - G - Em


I'd give 'em shelter,
plenty milk for 'em to drink.
There'd be Bacharach a playin,
Not this God infernal din.
And that time won't mean that much to me,
I'll take it on the chin.


Verse 2


Back late and stumbling.
She calls those who know her too well.
Black tongue, from red wine.
Should I be living on my own?
In my own feline home.


Bridge


I'd give 'em shelter,
Plenty milk for 'em to drink.
There'd be Bacharach a playin,
Not this god infernal din.
And that time won't mean that much to me,
I'll take it on the chin.


Chorus
G - Em


Oh... Give over girl.
Oh... What's done is done.
Oh... Give over girl.
Oh... You're more than loved.


Verse 3


Her place is ugly.
The smell of a damp caravan.
But mind is lovely.
Should I be living on my own?
In my own feline home.


Bridge


Chorus (X2)


Outro
D - A - Em -G


Been there, done that,
Had a blast.
But seriously, you're holding me back.
Oh... I know.

The Swimming Whale

Verse 1


E - C# - A


So still without it,
And smoke to much without it.
Still tied, to Whale swim under.
Who cares of feeling,
When hanging from the ceiling.
In short, patience had run its course.


Chorus


E - C#m - F#m - B


I'm feeling better now
I'm killing in the City.
No real reason, I just wanna hear a screaming,
Tram passing, an awful sound.
Too much style, not enough grace.
Swiss, Humanist Typefaces,
Are under with The Swimming Whale,
With The Swimming Whale.


Verse 2


And rip the heart out,
Of Men, Women and Children.
To find, new meaning in my life.
When fog, gets thicker.
Head heavier with liquor.
I'm tied to Whale swim under.


Chorus 


I'm feeling better now,
I'm killing in the City.
No real reason I just wanna hear a screaming,
Tram crashing, through Library.
Too much style, not enough grace.
Swiss Humanist Typefaces,
Are under with The Swimming Whale
With The Swimming Whale.


Outro


E - F#m - C#m


Wha - wha - whale
Wha - wha - whale
Wha - when everything breaks.
Hold up my hands,
Give up the chase.


So Still, without it.

Tracks

Finished Songs -
1. The Swimming Whale
2. Spain
3. With Cats
4. I Couldn't be Less in Love with this
5. Take Care of Robert
6. Phantom
7. Why Not Sneeze, Rose Sélavy?
8. Buried Under the Patio
9. The Eye-Ball Shop
10. Madmartigan's Theme Tune
11. That Caroline, (off the Telly)
12. Tonight and For the Rest of Your Life.
13. Big Style
14. Horror Films


Songs in Progress -
15. Circle Faster
16. An Awful Long Way
17. Good Luck 
18. Don't bring the Demons