I’ve been waiting a while now for you to return
But my eyes aren’t watering and my ears don’t burn
You seem to forget that I’ve forgotten you
Given time I suppose you will forget that too
But the waiting’s the hardest part
And just thinking what you do

But I won’t shed a tear and I won’t waste my time
I’m not standing here hoping you come back to me

Selected amnesia, a wise decision to make
And if sleep comes so easy to you how come you’re wide-awake?
I remember the hardest part – knowing your mistake

But I won’t shed a tear and I won’t waste my time
If you dare to come near I’ll pretend I am blind
So if you change your idea 
Don’t forget
You’ve forgotten me

I remember the hardest part – deciding you are weak

I won’t shed a tear
I won’t waste my time
I’m not standing here wishing that you were mine
If you dare to come near I’ll pretend I am blind
So if you change your idea
Don’t forget
You’ve forgotten me

I've Forgotten You

I can’t wait, I’m going on a blind date
I wonder what she’ll see in me.
I hope her eyes are how I visualise
because I’m not sure what else I’m looking for.

She called a 6am
the morning after I left a message on her answer machine.
She had the sweetest voice
I thought she was assertive if not a little keen.
I phoned her back and we made a pact
to meet at 1pm and go for a snack and a drink.
When I’d had time to think I nearly had a heart attack
then I sorted through my clothes to see if I had any clean

I can’t wait, I’m going on a blind date
I wonder what she’ll see in me.
I hope her eyes are how I visualise
because I’m not sure what else I’m looking for.

I left at 12 o’clock
Just in time to get a haircut, some new shoes and The Good Book
on my way to the church.
I arrived a little late but she said it was all right 
‘cause she’s someone who always likes to get there first.
We got some food, which we both under chewed.
I broke a glass and she fell off her chair and laughed.
I told her that I lived with my mum
she showed me pictures of her daughter and son in law.
In my wildest fantasy we don’t get on this easily.

I can’t wait, I’m going on a blind date
I wonder what she’ll see in me.
I hope her eyes are how I visualise
because I’m not sure what else I’m looking for.

Five Silver Songs

I Can't Wait

Anthony Pig, runt of the litter
Bag slasher, bed wetter
And he never ever knew
He never ever knew what he did wrong

Anthony Pig, wider and fatter
Greasy and fried, extra batter
And he never ever knew
He never ever knew what he did wrong

Anthony Pig, Anthony Pig

You can see him on the town
You can smell him on the piss
Sweat, smoke and aftershave
Large donna meat and chips
He’s all the lads best mate
He’s a karaoke singer
He’s on coke without the ice
He’s on Jerry Springer

Anthony Pig, Anthony Pig

Anthony Pig, big money spender
Out and a lout on a bender
Loud and proud and clothes appalling
Shouting and bawling, brawling, pub-crawling

White, red and blue
Patriotic too – and a moron

Anthony Pig, irritant
Feculent, pig ignorant
And he never ever knew
He never ever knew what he did wrong

Lives in a pigsty
High, sly and work shy

He’s on every holiday
He’s in every town square
He’s in your local takeaway
He’s every bloody where

Anthony Pig, Anthony Pig
Who’s Anthony Pig?

Well here I am, head in my hands
standing by the railway track.
Don’t know what I’m hoping for
‘cause I know you’re not coming back

but hell, here comes a train – it’s opening up its doors.
I’m praying for a miracle but there’s not one of course.

I ain’t going nowhere – I’ve got nowhere to go – as you know?

I’ve got my PJs, 
I’ve got my bottle of wine,
but this ain’t no party,
I’m just a sleeper on the line

waiting for a train - I don’t know what else to do
‘cause I’ve been on and off these rails since I waved goodbye to you.

You bought a one-way ticket – said I had to learn – no return.

I was doing alright – just singing my song,
but you changed my tune, snapped my strings and strung me along

You were alright too – just doing your thing,
but then lord, we pulled that cord and what hell did it bring!

So here I am spending all my time by train track number three.
I’ll stay here till you mind the gap and step on back to me.

You’re my flame – I’ll keep you burning bright,
I’m staying inside this tunnel of love until you see the light

I ain’t going nowhere – I’ve got nowhere to go to.

I ain’t going nowhere – until that whistle blows for you – whoo whoo!

Train Track Number Three

Motor once motor twice, it’s everything I need
Motor once motor twice, so real that it can breathe
I go out in the night and I drive all around
Motor once motor twice keeps me from going underground

Motor once motor twice, three times round the clock
Motor once motor twice, four times round the block
Steering wheel so refined, leather, black and mine
Motor once motor twice, my perfect partner, my fantasy, my vice

Pearlescent paint - double layer
Heated seats, CD player
Sport suspension - anti-shocking
Remote control, central locking

Check out the gear
Check out the car
Check out that we are who we say we are

Motor once motor twice, my thrill seeking machine
Designer trim, alloy wheels, every schoolboys’ dream
With the go faster stripes, and the double beam headlights
Double airbag, air conditioned, satellite navigation system

Electric windows, twin exhaust
Child proof locks on all the doors
Immobiliser – secure from stealing
Rear wing spoiler, power steering

Check out the gear 
Check out the car
Check out that we are who we say we are

Boy Racer

Nice face, nice smile
Nice taste, nice style – I like you you’re nice

Nice eyes, nice hair
Nice legs, nice underwear – I like you you’re nice

You’re so very nice and
I would like to try and
Get to know you better
Maybe I’ll send you a letter
If you got to meet me
I know how it would be
You’d fall at my feet and fall in love with me completely

I like you you’re very nice

Nice size, nice smell 
Nice body, nice mind as well – I like you you’re nice

You’re so very nice 
And I would like to try and interest you
So that I might get a chance to
Meet your dad and mother, sister and your brother
Tell them all of my vision
Maybe even ask permission
I’ll charm them all with my persistence and impress them with my insistence
And if there is still resistance I’ll still like you from a distance

I like you you’re very nice

Nice dress, nice shoes
Nice hands, nice boobs
Nice mouth, nice teeth
Nice on top, nice underneath

I Like You

You may have books but don’t read them
Or you may read them like books and then leave them
You don’t need ten trees to turn over a new leaf
The tall trees stand so tall because their roots are underneath

You may regret some things you’ve said
You may not feel like getting out of bed
You don’t need ten hours sleep to get you through the day
And no one remembers what you say anyway

You may lose things mysteriously
You may do things religiously
You don’t need Ten Commandments – you only need two of them
Do to others as you would have them do to you
And put things back where you find them

If they get under your skin like an old tattoo
Remember that lies are sometimes true

You may be good at analysing
Making lists and prioritising
But you don’t need a top ten – just know what you dislike
Categorise what you despise – contextualise and exorcise

You may have had a big belly full
Your foot in mouth became a handful
But you don’t need ten fingers – only eight and two thumbs
Is your stomach half empty or half full?
What’s more important – your teeth or your gums?
Remember who’s boss and don’t forget to floss

You Don't Need Ten

I love you more than any view I’ll ever see
If I only had two wishes
They’d be you and me
I wish I’d met you sooner but I know it couldn’t be
No matter, you’re here now

Sometimes I worry when you’re not within my sight
And I wonder where you go in your dreams at night
And I wonder sometimes what you’re really like
No matter, you’re here now

In my turmoil and my search for what is there
You’re the calm and my still waters
My meditation and my prayer
You’re there
And if you were to go one time and not come back
And my worst fears became fact

I’d still love
I’d love you more than any view we’d ever seen
I’d still love you and we’d still be together in my dreams

Touch wood and whistle
And let’s hope that someone’s listening
No matter, you’re here now

Touch wood and whistle
If it makes you feel better
No matter, you’re here now

You're Here Now

It’s mundanely romantic
buying flowers to say sorry,
eating candlelit dinners,
leaving notes for each other,
going to church on a Sunday,
pruning roses by dozens,
dressing up to go walking,
holding hands while they’re talking.
It’s mundanely romantic.

It’s mundanely romantic
being sad when they’re happy,
laughing when crying
at soft soap on tv,
smiling at babies
and wondering if maybe
the soft pitter-patter
will be kitten or puppy;
the sex wouldn’t matter
as long as it’s healthy.
It’s mundanely romantic

except when they say where were you last night?
I’ve been worried sick and now I’m sick and tired.
Don’t make it any worse by saying things
that neither of us will ever believe are true – like I love you.

It’s mundanely romantic
saying goodbye through a window,
waving off at a station,
sending texts on arrival,
scrimping and saving
with talk of survival
beyond understanding
where money won’t matter
and love’s everlasting
if you send it by email.
It’s mundanely romantic

except when they say where were you last night?
I’ve been worried sick and now I’m sick in the head.
Let’s not make it any worse by saying things
that neither of us should have ever said – like I wish that you were dead.

It’s mundanely romantic
but it could really be romantic
if you tried a little harder.

Mundane Romance

Raw Data

What's Gonna Happen

What's Gonna Happen?

Love Letters

The Closer I Get

2 X 2 is 4.
3 X 3 is 9.
4 X 4 is even more
but 1 X 1 is fine.
I divide my time
between numbers and rhyme.
I subtract square roots from facts
with plus and minus signs.
2 X 2 is 4.
3 X 3 is 9.
4 X 4 is even more
but 1 X 1 is fine.
When I’m feeling low
I count on quite a lot.
I calculate how long to go
until my numbers up.
Still 2 by 2 is 4.
3 by 3 is 9.
4 by 4 is even more
but by myself is fine.

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