Suck It

[Spoken: Sam]

I stand like my father with too many feet

Waiting to be lonely but it never usually happens

[Spoken: Tilly]

The sun shines brighter up here, every ray is eaten by my dirty long coat

My feet blur into the long blaze and my haircut is the silhouette of Scotland

Never thirsty and almost [?] of those rubbish [?] that's nothing I care about

For everything I want to be I can

And everything invisible -- can suck it

[Spoken: Sam]

Let the playtime pastimes pretend money is a thing of the first years

Pile it all up like a horriblе tree and blow it down with songs of Saturn

Leave space еmpty

I can't afford anything that large

[Spoken: Tilly]

The geese of Amsterdam are louder than my wall of food

Happier than my [?]

Lucky as my empty carriage and deader than I wanna be

Their polished, pedals paddle through conversation

Easy as a lie to a police man

You and the technicians at TORCH cannot see the true beauty of this warm, grey bicycle

But I can

Because I've seen this kind of thing before

It's textbook, and I'd better know who did it [?]!

[Spoken: Sam]

Are those the edges you talked about?

I imagined a black line with yellow on one side and a cold, lonely tomorrow on the other

Looks more like a Hollywood pigeon to me, whatever that means

My brother would know, but he is beyond the blurred boundary in the present

While I am lodged in the wheel of a 1973 bicycle

Hurtling off the local Baptist church roof

I've known better landings personally

But this brief encounter with Dante will do nicely

Especially since it's nearly Christmas -- if you can believe it

[Spoken: Tilly]

My mobile telephone is just one number

It dials at random, and a woman from France answers and tells me I'm the perfect amount of beautiful

"Not a soul wishes to be you, but every animal trusts you."

That "You are free, and no obvious obstruction can sing your favourite line before you get the chance

No eyes turn green, if not already, when your shapeless answers ring out

Bones snap in time to your soft, white mood and the sunshine, and [?] paint your dry canvas."

Well, thank you, I guess, you give these things as presents to a [?] dog, but now my insides ache, and I'm leaking from the seams of my best trousers

Perception needs no answer

Same time tomorrow, then

[Verse: Sam]

People in that photograph don't like each other now

One evaporates and waits, the other's underground

It always looks like it could rain, the family suit's still dry

The ground is getting almost hard enough to never try

Days and days of busy boys, I cannot stand the smell

The women wouldn't warn me, but I know their mothers well

Give me your best guess and I'll plant it in the book

I'll grow another in the gutter [?] a closer look

Everything is ugly when you're so much stuck between

A gaping hole and one nostril still sniffing at a dream

[Spoken: Tilly]

Those clouds look like my least favourite uncle's dog

Tired and old and a bit pissy

Louder than you'd expect on a Tuesday morning

No sharp sentence can spear a gun for tomorrow

And no blunt image can raise my spirits

For I am an empty shell without the long crab

Quite horrible

[Spoken: Sam]

Destroy the old white cells of solitude, visit the damp cushion

Run faster than faux fur on true leather can carry

Stumble by the light of the moon's rubbish candle

Sit loudly at the table of my mother's worst nightmare

And drink all the water

But not normally

[Verse: Tilly]

I shine the shoes of people who are tired of looking dull

You cannot fix the weathered bricks you're wearing [?] skull

No shining shoe, will [?]

I'm happy to be happy, but I could never [?]

[Spoken: Sam]

That cow splashes in the milk, that chicken sleeps on the eggs

There's quite a string of [?]

That fish eats all the lemonade

That castle crumbles to old songs in bad jackets

That comedian laughs at nothing

This sad son of God, the carpenter

Fixes locks and other broken beings

[Spoken: Sam, Sam & Tilly]

You are very welcome