I want to write every thought I have on paper I want to write every thought I have on you I want to take all the keys off my typewriter I want to tape all the keys I took to you Your words come quickly Like arrows of sound A fist of letters Falling down (Bossa No-) You fill my head with (-Va Bossa) your bad tee vee and (Nova Boss-) there’s no more space to (-A Nova) understand I want to be induced to talk in my sleep I want to be induced to tell it all Don’t want to leave with secrets left in my head Don’t want to leave without telling it all You don’t stop talking to let me know when the noise you make will make some sense (Bossa No-) The sound you’re making (-Va Bossa) is like two broken (Nova Boss-) radios talking (-A Nova) in reverse (Bossa No-) You fill my head with (-Va Bossa) your bad tee vee and (Nova Boss-) there’s no more space to (-A Nova) understand

I think of you all alone in your lonely room Your face so pale, your eyes so blue Your mother gave you pissholes in the snow Your eyes so pale, your face so blue Sat down inside on a Friday night with the Devil in a glass for a bedside light with a patchwork blanket made of pamphlets advertising cheap enhancements No one home nothing on the box but a box of faces torn from clocks Your curtains twitch but not from wonder just from wind from broken windows Inside sends you outside sends you home Every party, you go alone Take your brand of semi-pro machismo Every party, you’re on your own Outside uptight on a Saturday night with God in your pocket and Jesus in your tights Count your footsteps one two three four five six seven eight nine ten years you’ve tried to keep the sadness out of your mind all ruined in a glance at the headline stand Count your chances ten nine eight seven six five four three two one chances missed I think of you all alone in your lonely room Your face so pale, your eyes so blue Your mother gave you pissholes in the snow Your eyes so pale, your face so blue

It’s one mile to the village and another seven back He walks round and round with a rucksack on his back He always stops to stare but he never stops to chat Twitchy Billy Simmonds with his rucksack on his back What’s in the bag, Billy? What’s in the bag? What’s in the bag, Billy? What’s in the bag? Nobody’s ever gotten close enough to try To catch a whiff or cop a feel or steal a glimpse inside The old men of the market say they’ll know before they die but only Billy Simmonds is immune as the whole town cries What’s in the bag, Billy? What’s in the bag? What’s in the bag, Billy? What’s in the bag, Billy? What’s in the bag? What’s in the bag, Billy? What’s in the bag?

I keep my sin in a biscuit tin and I only get it out on the weekend Vice is nice but a sin lasts twice as long if you keep it airtight I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I I I I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I I I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I don’t wanna die die die I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I I Fading like a firework I’m falling like a six a.m. sun I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I I Re-defining beauty with a kiss, you’re coming on too strong I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I I I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I I I I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I I I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I don’t wanna die die die I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I I Ask yourself a question “Are you coming up or coming down?” I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I I She can find an answer when there is no answer there to be found I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I I I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I I I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I I I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I I I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I don’t wanna I I I I I I I I I I

Here he comes Here he comes Rocket Boy Here he comes Rocket Boy Here she comes (Face in the sands of the time on my hands) Here she comes (A tick-ick-ing time bomb tick tock ticking) Rocket Girl (I’m waiting for) Here she comes (I’m waiting for) Rocket Girl (I’m waiting for) There they go (Face in the sands of the time on my hands) There they go (A tick-ick-ing time bomb tick tock ticking) Rocket Them (I’m waiting for) There they go (I’m waiting for) Rocket Them (I’m waiting for) Waiting for Waiting for Waiting for (waiting for) Waiting for (waiting for) Waiting for (waiting for) Waiting for (waiting for) Waiting for (waiting for) Waiting for (waiting for) Waiting for (waiting for) Waiting for (waiting for) Waiting for (waiting for)

I took a small boat and I rowed it out to sea I felt the waves grow tall and fall all around me I shot an S.O.S up high into the night I watched it fall, I watched the sky above ignite I woke up screaming in the middle of the night I took a walk into the early morning light Every thing I know and love will vanish in the end No friends, no family, no fences left to mend Ten days after marriage they took a boat to Greece and he left his wife and gave his life to the Brilliance Of The Seas There is a message waiting for you Mr Allen Smith and it asks for your attendance on the missing persons list

She's my best friend

I don’t want money No chip and pin, pennies No property deeds No stock portfolio Don’t read paper No radio station No interest in your affairs Current or otherwise Scorch my hair with your sunburn stare Cover me in lotion Calamine lotion I don’t have a lot to say You’ve got a lot to say Kicking against the pricks Up at six for monkey tricks All I ever wanted Was to be unkind Had to happen someday and it happened on a Sunday Saw her kissing someone sitting underneath a tree Wish it was illusion, a bad hallucination Or an out of body experience and the other guy was me It used to be so easy, all you wanted was my body Not content you took my mind and came back for the rest of me You took my love away I took your love away I cannot give you more What’s left of me I want to keep All I ever wanted Was to be unfair With you Seven stitches in my elbow Nerveless endings fall from the window Hit the floor with a bang bang bang bang Head like a whirlpool, body of a scarecrow Take my pulse (But I like her) But nothing else (But I like her) I saw you running (But I like her) anywhere the wind blows (But I like her) In the morning (But I like her) Tired and yawning (But I like her) You go to work (But I like her) And get stuck in the traffic (But I like her)

I spoke to my dad he said "I remember The time you went missing, last December Your mother was worried, I remember Your dinners went cold for a month" I heard from my mother, she wrote me a letter She said that my father was feeling much better He still does the things that I remember He still does the things that you hate You cut your hair so I'd remember Your face when I saw you, in December Your eyes were brighter than I remember But you couldn't remember my name

He was a cell of one He could not be betrayed He tried to ruin the fuses in the boiler with the demons that he made They met on a sprung floor She was named for a bird He never told her anything and not a thing was ever overheard Credit! Debit! Kicks! Pricks! He learned about wages And he spoiled the cakes Working on his own he never needed to cover his mistakes He poisoned the water And tried to plant a bomb Ran out of time and left behind an unsolved crime a scheme of right and wrong Credit! Debit! Kicks! Pricks!

I go to IKEA I enjoy ice cream I don't know what yr doing here Metaphorin' Pictures of a bike ride Pictures of a marathon Pictures of a facebook mong What's wrong? I say Who knows Who knows Who knows Who knows Who the fuck even cares? You see it's really quite simple It's dead, it's dead, the pop-in Thought it novel when I offered tea Rather paint a chicken Yr loss is my gain It's a zero sum game And it's H-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ard It's so H-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ard