Cous cous?

Hell yeah.
x

Los Angeles lyrics

you never wanted one of my songs
go cheapen someone else
don't insult me
there can be only one.

They said it would'nt last
a sober alcoholic farce
they said i was too sensible for Candace
and her too drunk for Alex

Her too drunk for me.


And i know my music isn't cool enough for you
but i'd like to try the tight pants if you'll let me?
seduced me on a plane
fed me grapes and valium
and swapped stories of lovemaking in Paris
and it hurt alex

and it hurt me.

Chorus

I went to Los Angeles
expecting to find someone else dancing in your boots
proving me wrong again
Los angeles
i bet my soul that you were like all of the other girls
proving me wrong again



lala lal lala ala la la la etc


We'll spend our lives together move to the country
buy a golden retriever and start a family
imaginary children,us on holidee
granny's moaning in the car whilst mum makes sandwichs


in Los angeles expecting to find someone else dancing in your boots
etc

New album lyrics/Friends forever

Friends forever.

And the love went,
hard to admit that shit coz we were friends
friends forever.

and i let the orange juice
roll down my chin onto my clean white shirt
Orange juice rolls down my chin.
and my girl'll come in drunk
shoot her drunken mouth off
i back down to stop the screaming
coz it's 3 oclock

Chorus

and the love went
hard to admit that shit coz we were friends
and the love went,and the love went
and the love went
hard to admit that shit coz we were friends friends forever,

you know i gotta go out,
get something for my head
if i keep on doing this i'm gonna end up dead.
Thirsty and miserable
like a black flag song
Thirsty and miserable like Obi Wan
in the desert with the sand people.

Mid 8

hooray another pain in the ass
thorn in my side
player of games just died

and i am here
in hollywood
with all the fakes
and all things shallow and false.


and now i wanna smash things
but it aint my house to break
it's the crack of dawn and seagulls
are keeping me awake.
i'll pull back the curtains
shut out the light again
and i let the orange juice
run down my chin.

That green eyes monster strikes again(rather dramatically)

Jealousy rots me.
It stinks and burns into my throat.
Lays in my gut like raw,undercooked chicken.
I didn't have to,didn't want to know everything.
Tact.
and yes,we are all guilty of dropping the unnecessary at the beginning.
The creeping truth,
the past.
Haunting us,
mocking,especially when we are most tired and run down.
Slithering up my windpipe.
Sinking barbs into my esophagus.
And all those that came before,
all that lay with you,
taking with them notches of the heart that i will take as mine.
Let the frigid hand of death
steal you in the night.

Elbows,part 2

If it aint elbows
then it's their fuckin legs.
What is it with you people?
Do your bollox not fit between your thighs?
Stop invading my space
and fuck off back to the gym.
I wouldn't piss on you
if you were on
fire.

Childhood

I think of childhood.
It was OK
but a load of shit compared to life now.
Childhood.
Spicey curry Pot noodles,
fresh cream chocolate eclairs from Portland Rd bakers (South Norwood),
the one legged man in the swimming pool.
Scared,
too revolted to share the same water.
Porn mags.
Guilt from as long as i can remember.
The sun,
hazey,
through curtains into a darkened room.
On a hospital bed.
Bone dry mouth from the pink liquid i had to drink.
Faces above to take from my body.
My foreskin,
my tonsils,
my adenoids.
To prick my ear drums 4 times with grommits.
The discovery of them months later on my pillow.
My mutilated childs willy,
soaking the scabs off in the bath.
My friends,
Nitin Patel(chilli powder on pop corn),
Peter Hart(poor family,a bag of sweets for Christmas.His drunk dad taking his belt to him).
Childhood.
Shitting my pants on the reading mat at school.
Too scared to ask for the toilet.
Claudet,
fat Jamaican Claudet and her posse of little white bitchs
pushing the door open on me when i did actually use the fuckin toilet.
Childhood.
Laying in bed with my mum.
Listing all the animals i'd seen at London Zoo.
Childhood.
It's a start i suppose.
x

Poems on the underground

Poems on the underground.
Bland,
mundane,
Confusing.
For the the bleary eyed,now belittled,to contemplate and dismiss as awful crap.
Throw away shit coz that's what they really are.
Deigned to divide again the educated from the working classes.
A secret code as to say,
"Hark,look at this patronizing bilge Charlie,those poor fuckers haven't a clue".