Strange Bedfellows

A copper's nark...

The cautious talk of a city under suspicion

A perfumed collision...

With the real meaning of a girl

Working in the dark... from the velvet shadows...

In the... black-wood of engines

YOU'RE in suspension...

In the best of all possible worlds

Furnished rooms...

In tune... with the frozen taste of money

A broken television

Flickers in the corner of one eye

A variety show

That goes below......the freezing point of numbers

To understand.....an episode

Of a dream that money can buy

When a necromancer's crucifix....

And fifty dead assistants...

A beer by a dried UP fountain

It's the festival of the spoons: whatever that is

TWO scrumpets dance with rainbow feathers...

On the lines of least resistance...

Into the middle distance...

Of a supermarket tune

Familiar ground....

He stops her breath with the sneak-thief kiss of a roscoe

Love letters from Moscow

Calling for the hard-ware of surprise

In a jealous town...

Where desperation...

Isn't worth the trouble

Meet your double....in an episode...

Of a dream that money can buy

Bye bye love

Say goodnight irene: to the magnetism of the MOMENT

The future fails to feature

Beyond the forcefields of their eyes

Decadant waves: Depraved Danger

Or a plaything of the rodents

Not quite the kind of creature

With whom they socialise