The forest rolls away from me
My old acre friends torn up to be
The pulp of pages that taught me to read
See me grieve
Shell out for a taxi cab
The contents of an empty plastic bag
Forty seven apes for good of man
On my hands
 It’s a shame, it’s a waste
This is the human race

Someday I’ll go, but not yet
Somewhere I know to forget

I’ll become a writer now
And just recite what I cannot write down
On something that did not come from the ground
All I’ve found…
Sleeping in your leather rags
Swallowing some washed-up boiled-down nag
Progress in the vivisection lab
Can’t take back…
Oh the shame, oh the waste
This is the human race

Someday I’ll go, but not yet
Somewhere I know to forget

My paper planes and airmiles
Paper planes and airmiles

		No! Not yet!	
Someday I’ll go and forget
These things I know and regret



Apes

You’re so easy to please, cut me off a piece of key-lime
Soak your body with me, doesn’t that make you feel like
Someone of great importance? 
Something ain’t right
Someone of great importance…
Something has crossed the water
Nobody wants to be here
And it’s all you can take, you can take, you can take
And it’s all you can take, you can take

It’s been more than a week since you last called your mother
Circumcised in a dream, anything to remember
Something to make you notice something ain’t right
What’s really going on here…
Something has crossed the water
Nobody wants to be here
And it’s all you can take, you can take, you can take
And it’s all you can take, you can take

Cash your chips, move your lips, count yourself involved
Roles assumed, control consumed, watch your tribe evolve
Throw your voice, judge your choice, one more problem solved

Someone of great importance…
Something has crossed the water
Nobody wants to be here
And it’s all you can take, you can take, you can take
And it’s all you can take, you can take, you can take
And it’s all you can take, you can take, you can take
And it’s all you can take, you can take

Doesn’t that make you special?

The V.I.P

A bed as artificial defilade 
Curtains shut to keep the shame contained 
Oh what a thrill, all this time to kill 

So tiring sitting doing nothing, drinking evening, 
Wishing suffering could sing a sweeter spring 
Dead-robin-said could ring in 
Wondering where to begin 


Who needs another given name 
To wither day by day, and sleep your life away 
Hey yeah, just sit and wait and waste away 


Not just talking about lethargy 
But a sad soul deciding not to be 
Given the choice: use or lose your voice 

Tells the story of a sorry strike for glory 
But the solitary wary, dead and buried with no bravery, 
They vanish with their history 


Who needs another given name 
To wither day by day, and sleep your life away 
Hey yeah, just sit and wait and waste away 
Just sit and wait and waste away

Dead Robin Rose

Heart of the city went cold when we got old 
The animal picked down to the bones 
Part of the pity we do as we are told 
Son of mine, find the time 
To find yourself some piece of mind 

Oh never take me away 
From the shell in which I'm set in my ways 
Ain't no time, ain't no world like those days 

When the boredom passes send me a sign 
Heart of this city is sewn to mine 
When you find your answer 
Sing me a line out of love 

All for the money, who wants to be a star 
Just one chance to take it too far 
Each somebody, all lungs and beating heart 
Go let it out, scream about 
The space you can't be you without 

And if I close my eyes for a while 
I find I'm already there 
All that I want is to prove how I care

Heart Of The City

To Wembley to see the Scottish play 
And chase the white devil dogs away 
Blue faces, lime ginger hair 
Fairy liquid in Trafalgar Square 

If this is all we stand for 
Then we lost long before 
And this is all you are 
You're nothing anymore 

Caged lion likes a fight 
But easy meat keeps him occupied 
Dumb families peer through glass 
The lion don't take one more glance 

Big day for the bitter fools 
The cynics sit and cite their winter rules 
And there's me like a grassy Moor 
Would I could fall in with the rowdy horde 

Hate that comes from somewhere 
Outshines our five yard stare 
Symbolic savoir faire 
Outshines our five yard stare 

Our houses are asleep 
Boiled down to song and sheep 
So desperate to be known 
For anything to call our own

The Scottish Plague

You're a mess my girl 
And I foresee you making mess of me 
You're obsessed, so cold for one so blessed 
Who'd play the beaten chest 
The stress is slowly making history... 

...out of me 
I can't breathe 
You make a mess out of me 

I can dress myself 
Though I can't see you thinking less of me 
Is this a test, then how do I impress 
If sunday brings your best, the rest 
Are days for wresting misery... 

My imaginary friends 
They all talk amongst themselves 
Form a line and wait for years 
Cause I'm mad

Make A Mess

Schooled 
Another word for watched a man do 
Born with the right of God to explain 
So the faculty would have you believe 
All you read 
Ride her rogue third wave 

Woman is the winter, fortune and the chain 
That I bow to 
She's ice cold, thousands of years old 
And nothing I can do 

Proved 
Second term for talk-me-into 
Truth served to make a crocodile cry 
And not nothing more 
The bird's stock and store 
Is nevermore place some worth on why 

Not my president but chosen nonetheless 
To lead me through 
She's ice cold, thousands of years old 
And nothing I can do

Exposing my heart, soul and frailty to those that matter.

Bain