A group of boys run down the street,
Accompanied by pager beeps.
A flare soars over Goscar Rock.
The Lifeboat launch, race with the clock.
Maybe a kid fell from the cliffs
He cracked his skull on jagged rocks,
Maybe it's just a fishing boat,
Tangled up in it's anchor rope.

The bar desk buzzes with the news,
The talk is body-bags and booze,
The rumours spread like a disease,
Newspaper headlines just repeat.

Known by and knowing everyone,
Same nicknames for fathers and sons.
You get your updates with your beer,
The same subjects discussed for years.
Eventually something will break,
The perfect bubble you create.
A local man recently died,
A silent teardrop fills your eyes. 

The bar desk buzzes with the news,
The talk is body-bags and booze,
The rumours spread like a disease,
Newspaper headlines just repeat.

They found a body on the beach,
It's been at sea for fifteen weeks.
Girl in her thirties dressed in red,
The devil horns still on her head.
"Death accidental" police say,
The rumour-mill fires up today.
Nod to the bar, another round,
The murder stories fly around.

The rumours spread like a disease,
Newspaper headlines just repeat.

///

© Morgan

Tenby

Life, takes me by surprise,
I wonder what we're doing here,
We've been here for a while.
I, wish it wasn't true.
But i am gonna miss you,
The villain in you too.

Time, takes me by the hand,
Leads me to another world.
A place to disappear.
Care, drags me by the hair,
Into a cruel reality,
But you're not living there.

Suddenly it's over,
When we're underneath the covers you're alive.
It's like you went into rehab.
Suddenly it's over,
When we're underneath the covers you're alive.
But that don't make it alright.

Hey, I got something to say,
I'll get it off my chest today,
I've waited for a week.
You, I don't think I can trust,
What's happened tells me just enough.
I won't wait any longer.

///

© Morgan

Underneath the Covers

We're on our way to Hollywood,
We're on our way to Hollywood,
On our way, on our way to Hollywood,

Well we just,
Arrived in Hollywood.
Collar on,
Diamonds by the ton.
In the arms of a girl,
Cute face, sex tape,
What a world.

Well we just,
Stepped into her house,
What a place,
Not something we like,
Rather be back at home,
Let's go, Let's go go go go go go go!

We're on our way to Hollywood,
We're on our way to Hollywood,
On our way, on our way to Hollywood.

We are dogs
We're not fucking toys,
Don't like baths,
Perfume hurts our eyes.
And we hate your friends,
Can't stand your friends.

We're on our way to Hollywood,
We're on our way to Hollywood,
On our way, on our way to Hollywood.

Got our taste now we'll run,
Run away from Hollywood.

///

© Morgan / Rajala

Chihuahua

North star, wide eyes,
We fought last night.
You declared war,
But why, what for?
Those baseless fears,
Will end in tears.
We've had enough.
I've had enough.

Silence at dawn,
The sun feels warm.
Your eyes look cold.
Your eyes look cold.
I must admit,
I've done my bit.
But your rage,
And your hate,
Carry over to today.

I've changed my way,
Just like you said.
You know full-well,
You can only blame yourself.
I don't believe,
You'd change for me.

Late afternoon.
Your change of mood,
Is quite surreal.
But I'm relieved.
Your life, that's fine.
Turned out alright.
As for mine,
A moral fight.
I hope we're not just wasting time.

///

© Morgan

The Next Day

Your friends they just don't understand at all,
You thought you had them on your side.
Your place is way too big for you, oh no,
Don't throw, don't throw things out no more.

When he has gone it's lonely in here,
Your lovely one just disappeared.
When he has gone what will you do?

Your phone, thats it!
There's something wrong with your phone,
Cause he, he won't call anymore.
Your clothes don't suit you nowadays, oh no.
But don't, don't throw things out no more.

When he has gone it's lonely in here,
Your lovely one just disappeared.
When he has gone what will you do?
When he has gone who'll take care of you?
You lovely one is with someone new.
When he has gone what will you do?

///

© Rajala / Morgan

He Has Gone

Generic mood,
Generic tunes.
Generic workmates,
And generic food.
I don't feel real,
Don't sleep at all.
Don't feel that I need to,
But my eyes are heavy with the weight of it all… yea yea.

Broken bones.
Bringing me down.

Unique facade,
A unique nose.
A unique wardrobe,
Full of, unique clothes.
Monday begins,
Mundane again.
Thank god for the hangover,
It makes me feel like its still the weekend… yea yea.

///

© Morgan

Broken Bones

Ride it out, through the storm of doubt,
You're on your own.
You've planned a man with a golden hand,
To buy you out.
Who cares about love all you lust is stuff.
Piles of clothes, bags, shoes, jewels and,
Still it's not enough.

Cry as much as you like,
You're the one I'm taking home.
Cry as much as you like,
You're the one I'm taking home.

Ride it out, through the storm of doubt,
You're not alone.
Way back home where your lust had grown,
You settled down.
All these years but I think deep down you knew
Your heart poured out in a late night call,
It's the love you crave not material after all.

If only you'd told me, when we were growing up.
We could have been together yea we could have been in love.
Back then in same school I couldn't keep my eyes off you.

///

© Morgan


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