“How low can you go on your roller-skates? What’s sexy to you means nothing to me.” That’s all I remember from my night out in Clwb. After that I woke up with my cock in a glove.
You’ve got a girls waistline. I’ve got a huge guestlist.
See you later. Fuck you later. Take a step inside my nightmare.
Keeping track of the ways I’m losing sense. Dear diary, I now see how everything ends. This time next year I’ll be passing your star. Copernicus knows nothing about self-harm.
You’ve got a girls waistline. I’ve got a huge guestlist.
Here’s a little something for us tempunauts: We’re just temporary people with temporary swimming pools. I don’t care if I see another summer. I don’t care if I see another summer. I’ve found my true love. I’ve earned this new heart. I’ve found my true love. I’ve earned this new heart.
You’ve got a girls waistline. I’ve got a huge guestlist.
See you later. Fuck you later. Take a step inside my nightmare.


Tempunauts

Here’s a song about getting old, and a life lived unfulfilled. Picture yourself in 5 years time, in the queue outside Greggs. In the 80s I discovered that the sun will kill us all, and until that day I’ve promised myself to leave health at my door. These empty calories, and broken curtains, and the joy of being alone, all help, put a smile on my dark side, and ensure that I fail.
Now I’m Signed, sealed and I’m shitfaced.
Baby I’m yours.

Late at night, when the lights go out, I really get to feel, the steady work of entropy and my body turn to steel. How I wish I never knew, knew the consequence of it all, that’s why, the only things I trust are sex and alcohol.

Now I’m signed, sealed and shitfaced.
Baby I’m yours.

Step one get shitfaced,
Step two get shitfaced
Step three get shitfaced
Step four get shitfaced
Step five…

Suddenly it looks like things are finally going my way, I simply have to stay inside, with self-destruction locked away
Loving you is like a radiator, a radiator on in my chest…loving you is like a radiator a radiator on in my chest.

I’m signed, sealed and shitfaced.
I’m signed, sealed, I’m yours.


Signed, Sealed and Shitfaced (I'm Yours)

Best Friends and Users

Assemble at midnight and wait in the foyer.
Schrodinger’s musical it premiers on Broadway

I’m over, I’m under, I’m over the ozone

With Buckminsterfullerene we have multiple histories
I’ll love all your atoms when you die and join water.

I’m over, I’m under, I’m over the ozone.
If God is a round hole, then I’m just a square peg.

All this is showing, the demand is growing
For Andrew Lloyd Webber to soundtrack our future
We’ll build him a rocket and put him in orbit
And then when the world ends, we’ll laugh at his key change.

I’m over, I’m under, I’m over the ozone.


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