The Press Need Us

The  press  need  us  restless,
To  play  fetch  with  bitter sentiments 
(that lack any substance). 
To possess a disposition of others
which can be echoed by broadcasters.
Protecting top jobs and big wigs investors.
The press need us restless
(more than we need them) 

And if any fox tries to escape this
They hound the living life out of her.

Throw a blanket down

Throw a blanket down -
Insulate a daydream.
You are one of many in a dead end,
sick and tired of waiting.
and as you falter to the window
to smoke your soul for better times...
Throw a blanket down.

Throw a blanket down -
Insulate hope
For the many stood for a common good
and as they have you dressed down
like an old greyhound
who couldn't run fast enough,
whose heart was down the drain
before a shot was fired...
Throw a blanket down.

Throw a blanket down -
Insulate the good times.
Where refresh wasn't so important
and approval wasn't currency
and you couldn't get so far fetched
within your own community...
Throw a blanket down.

Know that many had your back
and every system  has to crash.

The train station

The train station.

A tanked up football fan
singing over an 8 piece brass band.

A fusion of blue language.

The place is scale electrix hectic.

hanging doves look down
on us as if we're all mad.

Spitfire prams, frostbitten hands
No one knows where they're really going.

But that Shakin Stevens cover makes the rush okay

 Merry Christmas everyone.*