V and C

He's so pretty. Just a little bit cissy.
But he moves me like a movie about heroes.
He shows a total lack of fear.
He knows. Oh! He knows.
You've got to be the living proof
of your own personal truth.
It's no use hiding away.
You got to be yourself
in the biggest possible way.

He's fresh- he's as fresh as it gets.
He steals heartbeats from me—
socially he turns me into
a crazy revolutionary.
I'm on fire. We are inspired.
We can move mountains together.
We can do everything together.

He steals heartbeats from me—
socially he turns me into
a crazy revolutionary.
I'm on fire. We are inspired.
We can move mountains together.
We can do everything together.

He's so pretty. Just a little bit cissy.
But he moves me like a movie about heroes.
He shows a total lack of fear.
He knows. Oh! He knows.
You've got to be the living proof
of your own personal truth.
It's no use hiding away.
You got to be yourself
in the biggest possible way.

He's fresh- he's as fresh as it gets.
He steals heartbeats from me—
socially he turns me into
a crazy revolutionary.
I'm on fire. We are inspired.
We can move mountains together.
We can do everything together.

07/09/2024

WE ARE INSPIRED

Love can offer pain relief
for damage to the soul.
Let me be your paramour
your magic Paracetamol.

Let me be the thief
who steals your discomfort
and finds a bin to put it in.
Let me be your happy space.
Let me be your happy space.

I can do distraction—
I can do a private version of Naked Attraction.
I can do a ballroom blitz.
I can find out if
my naughty sausage fits.

The only reason I exist
is to lift your spirits, to raise your smile to the heights,
to show the world your pearly whites,
to satisfy your appetites.

I am your lifeboat in a storm.
I am your private safety net—
and I get to perform for you.
Let me perform for you.
For you— I am as good as it gets.
I am your lifeboat in a storm.
I am your private safety net—
and I get to perform for you.
Let me perform for you.
For you— I am as good as it gets.

08/09/2024

LET ME PERFORM

The leaves are changing green to brown,
the Summer's packed and leaving town
and Autumn in her Autumn gown
will spill the wine in hoedown.
Smack that thigh, stamp that boot.
Don't stand still! You might take root.
Smack that thigh, stamp that boot.
Don't stand still! You might take root.

Time waits for no woman,
look at the man in the Moon,
his eyes are always on the sunrise
and the newbies in full bloom.
Time dances double time.
Time dancing double time
will make ghosts of all of you.

And after the fall the snow will fall
and costly frosts will come to call.
We'll light log fires to fight the cold, to jog our memories.
We'll raise a full glass to our Christmases passed
and the loves we lost to the trees.

Time waits for no woman,
look at the man in the Moon,
his eyes are always on the sunrise
and the newbies in full bloom.
Time dances double time.
Time dancing double time
will make ghosts of all of you.

Bring on the Spring's new things,
snowdrops popping up
to warm the cold feet of the hedgerows,
bluebells in the wildwood where the wild garlic grows,
doves in the meadows
where the young couples go.

Time waits for no woman,
look at the man in the Moon,
his eyes are always on the sunrise
and the newbies in full bloom.
Time dances double time.
Time dancing double time
will make ghosts of all of you.

The leaves are changing green to brown,
the Summer's packed and leaving town
and Autumn in her Autumn gown
will spill the wine in hoedown.
Smack that thigh, stamp that boot.
Don't stand still! You might take root.
Smack that thigh, stamp that boot.
Don't stand still! You might take root.

Time waits for no woman,
look at the man in the Moon,
his eyes are always on the sunrise
and the newbies in full bloom.
Time dances double time.
Time dancing double time
will make ghosts of all of you.

09/09/2024

DANCING DOUBLE TIME

My possessions are few-
and I'm packing them up
to back-pack away from
you...you
...to back-pack away from
chewing you, doing you,
like all the broken lovers do.
No idea where I'll be going
.....to.

Loaded with a ton of pain-
bleeds on the brain, acid
.....rain,
I am on the road again.
Loaded with a ton of pain-
bleeds on the brain, acid
.....rain,
I am on the road again.

I'm leaving you the box
of all the soft toys-
red fox, pink pig, tan teddy.
There's no more joy to be
squeezed from their bodies.
Some of them are still wet
with my parting tears.
.....You won't notice.
You've not noticed my tears
for years. Two years to be
exact. It's a terrible fact.
I've just wasted two years
of my young life over that.

I have aged. I'm adventuring
into my next stage of life.
I am turning a new page-
.....joining a library of
opportunity. Books to bind
me to my future dreams.

Loaded with a ton of pain-
bleeds on the brain, acid
.....rain,
I am on the road again.
Loaded with a ton of pain-
bleeds on the brain, acid
.....rain,
I am on the road again.

I fancy becoming a player-
being an actor, strutting the
boards, whoring for your
applause. I'd perfect my
.....hiding.
You will never ever find me.
A king one day, a girl the
.....next,
caught in a whirl of bisexual
.....sex.
One day, true love will find
.....me again.
Someday new love will find
.....me again.

Loaded with a ton of pain-
bleeds on the brain, acid
.....rain,
I am on the road again.
Loaded with a ton of pain-
bleeds on the brain, acid
.....rain,
I am on the road again.
Loaded with a ton of pain-
bleeds on the brain, acid
.....rain,
I am on the road again.
Loaded with a ton of pain-
bleeds on the brain, acid
.....rain,
I am on the road again.

10/09/2024

NEW LOVE

The dreams a dreamer dreams
stream out into the universe,
the aliens all watch them in awe.
Dreams inspire them to explore.

They make an extraterrestrial fuss
coz they can't dream like us.
They make an extraterrestrial fuss
coz they can't dream dreams like us.
But they can travel light years
fuelled by love and driven by joy.
They can travel light years
fuelled by love and driven by joy.

The dreams a dreamer dreams
stream out into the universe,
the aliens all watch them in awe.
Dreams inspire them to explore.

They want to reach us, to teach us,
and they want to be a little like us-
envy our facility to love and hate.
They want to know how war tastes.
They want to learn to make love.
They yearn for the pleasures of the physical.
They yearn for the pleasures of the physical.

[Tricky looking beasts
crossing this street.
Grey hands, grey faces-
no trace of teeth.
How do they eat?
Do they ever smile?
Will they stay a long while?
Will they be out friends
or is this when it ends?
It could be a living hell-
Armageddon in a nut shell.
Tricky looking beasts
crossing this street.
Grey hands, grey faces-
no trace of teeth.
How do they eat?
Do they ever smile?
Will they stay a long while?
Will they be out friends
or is this when it ends?
It could be a living hell-
Armageddon in a nut shell.
Armageddon in a nut shell.
It could be a living hell.]

They want to reach us, to teach us
and they want to be a little like us-
envy our facility to love and hate.
They want to know how war tastes.
They want to learn to make love.
They yearn for the pleasures of the physical.
They yearn for the pleasures of the physical.

HOLLYWOOD SAYS YES.
ALL THE STARS ALIGN..
WE BLINDLY DISAGREE-
SAY GIVE IT SOME TIME.
ALL IT SEEMS TO BE
IS A SCI-FI FANTASY.

The dreams a dreamer dreams
stream out into the universe,
the aliens all watch them in awe.
Dreams inspire them to explore.
The dreams a dreamer dreams
stream out into the universe,
the aliens all watch them in awe.
Dreams inspire them to explore.

13/09/2024

HOLLYWOOD SAYS YES

These are significant things.
The problem is I keep feeling blue.
I keep feeling painfully blue.
The problem is the problem is you.
The problem is the problem is you.

I need to say to him,
things I've kept for better days.
I don't like crying in the rain.
Oh! It's never best to go to war
but this is my life I'm fighting for
and I'm not the sort to run away.
I would never just disappear.

So I keep on, keeping on,
keeping all the rows at bay.
The problem is that problems-
they never just go away.
And I keep sleeping on it,
and, to be perfectly honest,
I keep weeping about it too.

The problem is I keep feeling blue.
I keep feeling painfully blue.
The problem is the problem is you.
The problem is the problem is you.

What's anyone supposed to do?
As it goes, you grow and you grow,
and finally you grow to know
there is no more growing to do.

You know what you must pursue.
You know what you must pursue.
The problem is I keep feeling blue.
The problem is the problem is you.

Life has started to take us apart.
This ache is you breaking my heart.
And I take it you haven't got a clue.
Where do we start?
We part! We part! Oh dear!
You've got absolutely no idea.
Problem is I keep feeling blue.
The problem is the problem is you.

So I keep on, keeping on,
keeping all the rows at bay.
The problem is that problems-
they never just go away.
And I keep sleeping on it,
and, to be perfectly honest,
I keep weeping about it too.

The problem is I keep feeling blue.
I keep feeling painfully blue.
The problem is the problem is you.
The problem is the problem is you.
The problem is I keep feeling blue.
I keep feeling painfully blue.
The problem is the problem is you.
The problem is the problem is you.

THE PROBLEM IS YOU

Sometimes I'm really scared of
how much I care-
if you need me I am always there.
I can make coffee. I can make tea.
I can drive you to Emergency.
I have a good ear for listening.
Tissues for your blue eyes glistening.
Tissues for your blue eyes
glistening.

But other times, in sad times,
I might need my own repairs.
And I reach out and find that
nobody's there.
I know I'm not the only one.
But I feel the isolation deeply.
I keep weeping even when I sleep.
I phone around my friends
but the ringing never ends.
The message it sends
makes me even more lonely.

[If only. If only. If only
If only. If only. If only
there were caring people
prepared to take care of me.
If only. If only. If only
their could be one friend
prepared to take care of me.
If only. If only. If only.
If only. If only. If only
their could be one friend
prepared to take care of me.]

Sometimes I'm really scared of
how much I care-
if you need me I am there.
I can make coffee. I can make tea.
I can drive you to Emergency.
I have a good ear for listening.
Tissues for your blue eyes glistening.
Tissues for your blue eyes
glistening.

But other times, in sad times,
I might need my own repairs.
And I reach out and find that
nobody's there.
I know I'm not the only one.
But I feel the isolation deeply.
I keep weeping even when I sleep.
And I phone around my friends
but the ringing never ends.
The message that sends
makes me even more lonely.

Sometimes I'm really scared of
how much I care-
if you need me I am always there.
I can make coffee. I can make tea.
I can drive you to Emergency.
I have a good ear for listening.
Tissues for your blue eyes glistening.
Tissues for your blue eyes
glistening.

I´m Always There

I'M ALWAYS THERE

Hush! No rush. No. No.
I'm in no rush to lose my mind.
But I'd really welcome
a chance to slowly unwind.
I've been trying to find
the other half of me for so long,
my eyes have worn out looking-
worn out looking for you.
Please forgive me if I stare.
You do have the look of someone-
someone intent on getting somewhere.
Why not be kind,
let's fly blind,
buy me a drink and we can share
the inner workings of our minds.

Life's been pretty unfair
ugly in the way of a roller coaster-
I was always more down than up.
Supper in suspect diners.
Then on to something finer-
dinner at the Ritz, posh fish and chips.
Chips lost at the roulette tables.
Seems I was never a lucky lady.
I was never able to match-
never able to catch a bankable lover.
All of those others were rank-
rank outsiders to take me home.
I was always going home alone.
I was always going home.
I was always going home alone.

Hush! No rush. No. No.
I'm in no rush to lose my mind.
But I'd really welcome
a chance to slowly unwind.
I've been trying to find
the other half of me for so long,
my eyes have worn out looking-
worn out looking for you.
Please forgive me if I stare.
You do have the look of someone-
someone intent on getting somewhere.
Why not be kind,
let's fly blind,
buy me a drink and we can share
the inner workings of our minds.

[Inside the clothes of a wealthy spy
you have the looks of a broken guy.
You could have played James Bond.
A handsome stranger on the edge.
This might well be a hook up too far.
I'd like to see the inside of your car.
I'd like to watch the sunrise with you.
Blow my mind with breakfast on a beach.
Teach me there is nothing to be afraid of.]

Life's been pretty unfair
ugly in the way of a roller coaster-
I was always more down than up.
Supper in suspect diners.
Then on to something finer-
dinner at the Ritz, posh fish and chips.
Chips lost at the roulette tables.
Seems I was never a lucky lady.
I was never able to match-
never able to catch a bankable lover.
All of those others were rank-
rank outsiders to take me home.
I was always going home alone.
I was always going home.
I was always going home alone.

Hush! No rush. No. No.
I'm in no rush to lose my mind.
But I'd really welcome
a chance to slowly unwind.
I've been trying to find
the other half of me for so long,
my eyes have worn out looking-     
worn out looking for you.
Please forgive me if I stare.
You do have the look of someone-
someone intent on getting somewhere.
Why not be kind,
let's fly blind,
buy me a drink and we can share
the inner workings of our minds.

Please forgive me if I stare.
You do have the look of someone-
someone intent on getting somewhere.
Buy me a drink and we can share
the inner workings of our minds.

15/09/2024

NO RUSH

I'm losing my patience
with crowds of people.
Crowds
have always crowded me out.
No doubt
I've grown very particular.
I don't want to mix with
the circus of strangers-
the clowns who fix everything,
they push people like me around.
Crowds
have always crowded me out.
No doubt
I've grown very particular.

A stickler in my ways,
I shall be an individual
to the end of my days.

I can't stand loud.
I don't do proud
or ghastly threads
worn like a shroud.
I can't stand punks.
I don't do drunks.
I never think to buy
any boot sale junk.
Some of us need
the space to breathe.
Breathless with rage
I've reached that stage-    
spending my days
dying in isolation.
I can't stand loud.
I don't do proud
or ghastly threads
worn like a shroud.
I can't stand punks.
I don't do drunks.

I'm losing my patience
with crowds of people.
Crowds
have always crowded me out.
No doubt
I've grown very particular.
I don't want to mix with
the circus of strangers-
the clowns who fix everything,
they push people like me around.
Crowds
have always crowded me out.
No doubt
I've grown very particular.

A stickler in my ways,
I shall be an individual
to the end of my days.

16/09/2024

CROWDS

I have tried.
But so far
I've not expired.
I've parked all my dark thoughts
on a to-do list.

And for the life of me,
I can't fly.
I'm much too heavy
for the updrafts,
too heavy to laugh.
I watch birds do it
absurdly easy.
Moths, butterflies, bees.
Oh, I can't fly—
I'm much too heavy
in my head.

I have stood on top
of very tall buildings,
just taking in the view,
chewing over what to do.
Do I drop?
Or bring a stop
to this obsession with flight?
Do I put aside my wings?
Do I learn to fly tonight?
Will choirs of angels sing?

The choirs of angels sing:
"No one is listening."

FLIGHT

Shout. Shout. Shout.

I've listened to you shout-
crying out, drying out.
I've listened to you shout
being so far down and out,
you being so depressed.

Shout. Shout. Shout.
Drive the demons out.

You express your many fears
through all of your sorry tears-      
so vividly, so vividly,
so vividly it hid you from view.
And it makes no sense,
makes no sense to me at all.
You were once so beautiful.
You were so successful.
It must have been the drugs.
It must have been the drugs.
The drugs or the alcohol.
Oh! Yes! No. No. No.
It must have been the alcohol.

Your terrible human weather
is not getting you together.
Your storms are so unkind.
I'm frightened your drinking
is destroying your thinking-
driving you out of your mind.
And I fear for your career.
But
there is a way back from here.

Thank the big man on high.
Thank you Lord of the sky.

I can help you to mend.
We can fix you in the end.
I'll be there for your withdrawal.
I'll go through it all with you.
And on the other side
of having nowhere to hide,
we can rebuild this broken you,
bring you back as almost new
because I can and I do love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you.

Your terrible human weather
is not getting you together.
Your storms are so unkind.
I'm frightened your drinking
is destroying your thinking-     
driving you out of your mind.
And I fear for your career.
But
there is a way back from here?

I can help you to mend.
We can fix you in the end.
I'll be there for your withdrawal.
I'll go through it all with you.
And on the other side
of having nowhere to hide,
we can rebuild this broken you,
bring you back as almost new
because I can and I do love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
We can rebuild this broken you,
bring you back as almost new
because I can and I do love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you

Drying Out

DRYING OUT

Another night is hopelessly new
and I find myself lost in private recollections-
a huge collection of photographs.
Diary entries smudged by tears.
Happiness and sadness
caught in storms of the heart.
Parts of us frozen in time.
There are still many hours to fill
and I fear I won't be sleeping-
there is no sleeping without sleeping sweetly with you.
Sleeping without you near me
makes me feel uncomfortably ill-
quite the opposite of a thrill.

Oh! There is no sleeping without sleeping sweetly with you.
Keeping you completing me.
Keeping you completing me.
Oh! There is no sleeping without
sleeping sweetly with you.
Keeping you completing me.
Keeping you completing me.

Another six months lost in Africa-
a selfless doctor saving lives.
I promise you my love survives.
And I'm proud of your sacrifice.
But I'm not a robot. I've got needs.
There's an awful lot of wives
who get left at home to bleed.
There's no savannah sunsets for me.
There's no Okavango wetlands for me.
I know it's selfish. But I can't help it.
Sleeping on my own is so lonely.
Lonely. Lonely. Lonely. Lonely.

Another night is hopelessly new
and I find myself lost in private recollections-
a huge collection of photographs.
Diary entries smudged by tears.
Happiness and sadness
caught in storms of the heart.
Parts of us frozen in time.
There are still many hours to fill
and I fear I won't be sleeping-
there is no sleeping without sleeping sweetly with you.
Sleeping without you near me
makes me feel uncomfortably ill-
quite the opposite of a thrill.

Oh! There is no sleeping without sleeping sweetly with you.
Keeping you completing me.
Keeping you completing me.
Oh! There is no sleeping without
sleeping sweetly with you.
Keeping you completing me.
Keeping you completing me.

Keeping You Close

KEEPING YOU CLOSE

We very seldom quarrel.
We rarely disagree.
We've almost reached a total harmony.
But I'm still having my doubts.
What are these doubts all about?
These are not yet fears.
I'm not quite on the verge of tears.
Maybe our love is wearing thin.
Maybe boredom is creeping in.
Oh! I'm having second thoughts about him.
I'm having even third and fourth thoughts about him.

He's very sweet, he's clean, he's neat,
he's remarkably attentive
and I've put the sex on repeat.
I know me but I don't know you-
is he a boyfriend too good to be true.
He's very sweet, he's clean, he's neat,
he's remarkably attentive
and I've put the sex on repeat.
I know me but I don't know you-
is he a boyfriend who's too good to be true.

[Maybe it's me aching to be free.
Could be I fancy a change.
I might secretly desire uber sexy.
A man in an older age range.
Maybe it's me eager to explore.
Life is for living and I want more.
I want much more than more-
Oh! Give me more. Give me more.]

We very seldom quarrel.
We rarely disagree.
We've almost reached a total harmony.
But I'm still having my doubts.
What are these doubts all about?
These are not yet fears.
I'm not quite on the verge of tears.
Maybe our love is wearing thin.
Maybe boredom is creeping in.
Oh! I'm having second thoughts about him.
I'm having even third and fourth thoughts about him.

He's very sweet, he's clean, he's neat,
he's remarkably attentive
and I've put the sex on repeat.
I know me but I don't know you-
is he a boyfriend too good to be true?
He's very sweet, he's clean, he's neat,
he's remarkably attentive
and I've put the sex on repeat.
I know me but I don't know you-
is he a boyfriend who's too good to be true?

Maybe it's me eager to explore.
Life is for living and I want more.
I want much more than more-
Oh! Give me more. Give me more.
Give me more. Give me more. Give me more.

Give Me More

GIVE ME MORE

I'd quite like to have a good time.
I'd quite like you to drink me
and say that I'm a very fine wine.
But I'm way too introspective.
Being direct would not be effective.
Me speaking to you at all
would be something of a miracle.
But I've watched you clocking me.
Pretty sure you like what you see.
So let's take it slow initially.

We can go elsewhere- if it arises.
I do like a night that's full of surprises.
Maybe we could drive to see the sea.
We could lay on the sand- just breathing. Breathing and believing.

Yes. I said yes. I said yes. Yes. Yes.
To take my love life out of recession
I'd settle for an all night session with you.
Yes. I said yes. I said yes. Yes. Yes.
To take my love life out of recession
I'd settle for an all night session with you.

I'd quite like to have a good time.
I'd quite like you to drink me
and say that I'm a very fine wine.
But I'm way too introspective.
Being direct would not be effective.
Me speaking to you at all
would be something of a miracle.
But I've watched you clocking me.
Pretty sure you like what you see.
So let's take it slow initially.

We can go elsewhere- if it arises.
I do like a night that's full of surprises.
Maybe we could drive to see the sea.
We could lay on the sand- just breathing. Breathing and believing.

Yes. I said yes. I said yes. Yes. Yes.
To take my love life out of recession
I'd settle for an all night session with you.
Yes. I said yes. I said yes. Yes. Yes.
To take my love life out of recession
I'd settle for an all night session with you.

All Night Session

ALL NIGHT SESSION

There's a big man sat on my porch
and he's holding a torch for me.
I look at his beard and melt-
it's been ages since I felt this way.
Maybe it's my lucky day.
Oh! Maybe it's my lucky day.

Lucky day. Lucky day. Lucky day.
Lucky day. Lucky day. Lucky day.

I'm going to lay down the law-
it's what the law is for.
Once you step through my door
there'll be no more law breaking.
I'm still young but I am done
with a ton of pure heart-aching.

I just want to be loved.
I just want to be loved
with the biggest bear hug.
I like a tall, hairy man
with very caring hands.
Oh! I just want to be loved.

Lucky day. Lucky day. Lucky day.
Lucky day. Lucky day. Lucky day.

But, just you listen up,
once you step through my door
there'll be no more law breaking.
I'm still young but I am done
with a ton of pure heart-aching.

I'm going to lay down the law-
it's what the law is for.
Once you step through my door
there'll be no more law breaking.

There's a big man sat on my porch
and he's holding a torch for me.
I look at his beard and melt-
it's been ages since I felt this way.
Maybe it's my lucky day.
Oh! Maybe it's my lucky day.

Lucky day. Lucky day. Lucky day.
Lucky day. Lucky day. Lucky day.

I'm going to lay down the law-
it's what the law is for.
Once you step through my door
there'll be no more law breaking.
I'm still young but I am done
with a ton of pure heart-aching.

I just want to be loved.
I just want to be loved
with the biggest bear hug.
I like a tall, hairy man
with very caring hands.
Oh! I just want to be loved.

Lucky day. Lucky day. Lucky day.
Lucky day. Lucky day. Lucky day.

Lucky Day

LUCKY DAY

Yes it's a melody-
another love lyric.
And this is not just
another pop song.
Please don't
dismiss it out of hand.
I'd love it to survive
deep inside your brain
worming its way
to the heart of
your heart.
You can show it
to the live band
living in your soul.

This is my apologising song.
How often do they come along?
I behaved badly. I was wrong.
Oh! What a bitch I was.
Oh! What a bitch I was.
Oh! What a bitch I was.
Please forget it.
Please forgive me
and come home.
Come home.
Come home.
Come home.
Come home.

[They say making up
is the best thing
about breaking up.
They say making up
is the best thing
about breaking up.]

Yes it's a melody-
another love lyric.
And this is not just
another pop song.
Please don't
dismiss it out of hand.
I'd love it to survive
deep inside your brain
worming its way
to the heart of
your heart.
You can show it
to the live band
living in your soul.

Not Another Pop Song

NOT ANOTHER POP SONG

When he's away
the days get longer
but our connection
gets much stronger.
It's the absence they say
makes my heart fonder.
It's the absence they say
makes my heart fonder.

You're out on the North Sea
a world away from me
riding out the weather with
the thought of being together.
You dream you're in my arms
a flight away from harm-
your head on my chest
you feel warm and at rest.
Oh! It's the best. It's the best.
It's the best that we can be.

When he's away
the days get longer
but our connection
gets much stronger.
It's the absence they say
makes my heart fonder.
It's the absence they say
makes my heart fonder.       

You're out on the North Sea
a world away from me
riding out the weather with
the thought of being together.
You dream you're in my arms
a flight away from harm-
your head on my chest
you feel warm and at rest.
Oh! It's the best. It's the best.
It's the best that we can be.

When he's away
the days get longer
but our connection
gets much stronger.
It's the absence they say
makes my heart fonder.
It's the absence they say
makes my heart fonder.

Absence

ABSENCE

Being by myself
I never felt lonely.
I only knew solitude
in overcrowded places.
Then you suddenly arrived
in my life-
asking me if I was lost.
You said I looked a little lost.
Lost you said.
Lost. Lost. Lost.

The expression on your face
was a wonderful thing to read
and I've never had to count the cost.
You blew me away.
I've never felt lost since then
not since you blew me away.

Sometimes, difficult things
can be made wonderfully easy,
easy to perform,
easy to say.

One thing was lost-
ever since then
I have completely lost
my fear of men.
I have completely lost
my fear of men.

Now I love 'lovely'.
Yes. You're lovely.
Lovely. Lovely lovely.
I just can't get enough
of your lovely, lovely.
Oh! I just can't get enough
of your lovely, lovely,
lovely.

Being by myself
I never felt lonely.
I only knew solitude
in overcrowded places.
Then you suddenly arrived
in my life-
asking me if I was lost.
You said I looked a little lost.
Lost you said.
Lost. Lost. Lost.

The expression on your face
was a wonderful thing to read
and I've never had to count the cost.
You blew me away.
I've never felt lost since then
not since you blew me away.

Sometimes, difficult things
can be made wonderfully easy,
easy to perform,
easy to say.

One thing was lost-
ever since then
I have completely lost
my fear of men.
I have completely lost
my fear of men.

Now I love 'lovely'.
Yes. You're lovely.
Lovely. Lovely lovely.
I just can't get enough
of your lovely, lovely.
Oh! I just can't get enough
of your lovely, lovely,
lovely.

Now I love 'lovely'.
Yes. You're lovely.
Lovely. Lovely lovely.
I just can't get enough
of your lovely, lovely.
Oh! I just can't get enough
of your lovely, lovely,
lovely.

Lovely

LOVELY

When we first met
I had just started to forget
.....that love is a truth
.....a magical reality-
true love has always eluded
.....me.
I've never felt included by
.....love.

Truth is- I'm an outsider,
I'm an outrider,
but I want to be
inside the car with you.
Oh I'm an outsider,
I'm an outrider,
but I want to be
inside the car with you.

Whenever I'm out with you I always feel out of this world.
.....True love is strange
.....it can never be
.....truly explained-
.....true love is so strange
.....it might as well be
.....out of this world.
Whenever I'm out with you I always feel out of this world.

Truth is I'm an outsider,
I'm an outrider,
but I want to be
inside the car with you.
Oh I'm an outsider,
I'm an outrider,
but I want to be
inside the car with you.

Whenever I'm out with you I always feel out of this world.
.....True love is strange
.....it can never be
.....truly explained-
.....true love is so strange
.....it might as well be
.....out of this world.
Whenever I'm out with you I always feel out of this world.

Whenever I'm out with you I always feel out of this world.
.....True love is strange
.....it can never be
.....truly explained-
.....true love is so strange
.....it might as well be
.....out of this world.
Whenever I'm out with you I always feel out of this world

Out Of This World

OUT OF THIS WORLD

After another breakup
I'm going over my mistakes.
I won't sing you a lie.
This moment really
.....aches.
..........Aches.
................Aches.

I can't reach him-
he's silenced his phone.
He likes being alone
fighting with his demons.
He likes being alone
dealing with his feelings.

My boyfriend is the kind
who has to be kind to his
vulnerable mind.
Sometimes that means
distancing himself from me.
And yes, I love him, so I let that be.
I so totally respect his
creativity.

And where are the ones who
sung me a goodbye-
.....the friends who said their
sour farewell?
Where are the ones who
.....yelled go to hell,
.....the savage frenemies who
whispered a cruel sigh?
I've tried ringing their bells.
So far there's been no reply.
And there's been no word
from you.
There's been no word from
you.

My boyfriend is the kind
who has to be kind to his
vulnerable mind.
Sometimes that means
distancing himself from me.
And yes, I love him, so I let
that be.
I so totally respect his
creativity.

After another break-up
I'm going over my mistakes.

After another break-up
I'm going over my mistakes.

I won't sing you a lie.
This moment really aches.
Every second without you
really aches.

I won't sing you a lie.
This moment really aches.
Every second without you really aches.

No Word

NO WORD


Lyricist for 'The Velicans' here on SoundCloud.
Published writer: poetry, plays and fiction.

V and C

Chris Madoch