Sunday Hanging

Peeling back my eyes from Saturday evening
Necking every drink I could, still steaming
and now the light bounces off every senescent storey
and, well...  I'm in heaven.

So what is an honest way to make a living?

The carefree crows commerce on this Sunday Morning
When the po-lice have been afforded an extra lie-in
Society makes us all feel unclean
Must be the same for deluded men
on this Sunday Morning.

I'm trying to make my money last
but every moment needs regulating
If I don't live for the moment
then what have I to live for?

I wish it were the same for deluded men
on this Sunday Morning.

Maybe they do to.

Not Fit + Fearless Men

2 pieces in progress that could work quite nicely with each other.

Not fit for sleeping
Not fit for running
Not fit to earn a living
Not fit for overcoming (you)
Not fit for A to B
Not fit to see what you can see
Not fit to keep tidy
Not fit to bring her up
....

For the only thing I'm really not fit
....

Hypochondriacs fights back
Superheroes on crack,
It's all over so quick. We're not fit.


'Fearless men' escape the kitchen
'Fearless men' are born again
'Fearless men' are only Adam
'Fearless men' are born again

'Fearless men' think some love warped

'Fearless men' are born again

'Fearless men' tame a feisty daughter

'Fearless men' are born again
'Fearless men' clasp the bible weapon
'Fearless men' are born again
'Fearless men' don't field the question.
What's new with you?

...

Ships (you turned the air lemon)

You turned the air lemon,
You turned the air.
Look for those ships
before they disappear,
Look for those ships.

You went to church on a Sunday.
Met with church friends
every single Wednesday
They laid down the law
 on how you should live
I said as long as we could
live within the law

You had me fixed to the screen
hours passed, every night us speaking
We made the distance a contagious thing
We'd make the distance....

A year passed and I'd become a salesman
A broken record of how I'd be the best husband.
Forgave you for early infidelity
I'd save us by being  so forgiving.

A few months on and we weren't even speaking
Long past the nights where we'd go to sleep speaking
When did the never ending need die? fade away?
You were early days, your wondering eye.

I boxed up everything you gave me.
Like a bitter fool, sent back every memory
devotion too much for my well being
devotion too much.

5 years passed and you confessed you missed me
You were in love, it had always been about me
I tried my best to keep the hostile line.

'Look for those ships before they disappear'
Look for those ships. Look for those ships.