Down in the Tube Station

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Is this your bridal gown
Or a burial shroud?
The worries of the world
Weighing you down.
The nine to five heartache
Of another Monday commute.
Saturday morning, five more minutes
Under the covers,
Seems like a lifetime away.
A smudge of mascara,
Congealed with sleep, in the corner of your eye.
Difficult to tell apart
From the soot and pollution down here
In this metropolitan underworld.
 
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The Busker

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Three chords and a dream,
Dirty hat full of pennies,
Streetlights not spotlights.
Shouting out in the rain
Songs for unbelievers.

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Hometown

How you been?
I haven’t seen you around,
In none of those places
In the old hometown,
Everyone of them,
That old familiar crew,
Sends their best wishes
And that they are missing you.

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From Heaven

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What do we look like from heaven
When the gods glance back toward earth,
Do they see our beacons of light
That passes for civilisation
When they look at us from up above;
Or are we just cosmic flotsam and jetsam to them
Radiating with noise and pollution,
Until we turn out the last light.

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Weightless

I don’t have to stick around
This goddamn town.
I’ve cut the wires
That were pulling me down.
The tears, the lies, and the reality
Can’t hold me in this gravity.

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Travelling Show

Silence,

Is overrated.

Give me bustle,

Give me noise,

A street scene drama,

A panoply of joys.

Let there be music

Of larks and doves.

With crashing waves,

Electric guitars.

With vibrant brushstrokes

Paint it in crimson

And golds and blues.

Let it all go spinning by

On the helter-skelter, razor’s edge.

Never quiet – I choose life.

 

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Life is not so bad living here in Ironic Utopia City

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*contains swearing

               ∞

I can’t get no dissatisfaction

No matter how hard I try,

Everything’s coming up roses

It’s peaches and cream.

I’m tripping over those silver linings

When I’m not wishing on a star,

It’s so damn near perfect

It’s like living in a fucking dream.

Hometown streets are sparkling clean

Everyone’s got a wave and smile

Stress-free driving, they use the highway code,

No traffic jams, and the lights are always green.

Life’s just one big jubilee,

Beer is free, God bless the Queen.

It’s nearing perfection here

Living in a fucking dream.

 

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