- Dead Against Smoking
You sleep like a kid with one hand stuck fast to the side of your face.
Backside in the air, mouth half open, but still filled with grace.
And you seem so happy as your skin turns the colour of a violet-golden sky.
And it cuts me up when we fight and go to bed facing opposite sides.
You're like gasoline.
You're like the willow tree.
- Dead Leg
You have grown up.
Smoke-stack shadows in your eyes.
And with annual courtroom ties,
Cigarette burns in your clothes,
Sugar spoons and frozen toes.
And as for love;
Oh God, you farce.
- Oh, Oscar
Oh Oscar
I thought I wanted you but
Now I'm here in the crux
In the dark and the dust
In the cold and the damp
'neath the old fashioned lamp
- Squealing Pigs
Make a cup with your hands to take a drink
In the same way that your father did
And throw a stone upon the river's lid
Watch the circles take you home
Blow the smoke and watch it leave your lungs
And high or not, think of what you've done
Have you not considered life beneath the thumb?
- Subbuteo
Hello, my chum
It's me and I'm banging on your door
It's been far too long
Since we set the leaves alight down on the floor
I've returned for a while
To the concrete that once claimed my knees
And the stones my hands owned
- These Barren Years
Pepper your paper with spelling mistakes
Befriend the popular and piss-rip the geeks
Catwalk your blue shoes for attention's sake
Sniff up the glue pots and put on the shakes
Line up the punch lines till the class cracks up
You keep your head low, till the pressure's stopped
Pull all the stops out for future 'Wife of the Month'