I saw you in North Gray’s Close Amongst the needles and the Holy Ghost You were waiting for your lover to come by, But I seen him in Blackfriars Street Laughing in the evening heat With his hand on someone else’s naked thigh,
I remember lying in your bed In the quiet next to you Where the dust of your old lover’s sparkled like the morning dew, Your flame it could not burn forever Your little heart had to surrender The prettiest flowers always bloom too soon,
( carol vorderman appeared on a tv show, countdown, she was good with sums. jordan is a glamorous female with big ambitions.)
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Prunella lay in bed that night and dreamt of only one thing, she didn't want to have breasts like Jordan, hers were small but friendly and they never once complained, no, nor did she want Carol Vorderman’s amazing ability to get 671 from 10,25,75,8,9 and 3. Prunella knew how to count when she needed to, so whilst ...
I am always waiting for something; today it happens to be the lift. Living in a high rise does sometimes have its little trials and this was one, waiting. I sighed heavily each time an orange odd number lit up, 5, sigh, 7, sigh, 9, sigh, I looked down at my bike, and I’ll have to clean off that mud, sigh, sometime. I heard the security door sighing and I turned ‘round to see a small, rotund lady wearing all red waddling towards me like a penguin with bad corns. In each hand she carried the iconic blue stripped corner shop...
Keep on saying it long enough, convince yourself that this is love, fool yourself every day makes the pain go away, watch the clock, be home soon crazy, howling at the moon, full of drink and long lost dreams no-one ever hears the screams, here it comes, the pain and blame I take it now, I don’t complain, staggers up the hallway stairs I feel my heart begin to tear, The handle turns upon the door And in she tumbles to the floor.
Mummi hand dadi Fanks four ejookatin mi Yoo opind uup joor wallitz To bi mi ugh digri, Nuw a kan go hand ejookate Thems scums en publike skools Thems pooure hand fulthi pessants Thems lion cheetin fulls. Eye wos hevy wait champeeun Hand eye deesurvid ma prise Woodint et bee wundurful Ef awl mummi hand dadis lyed
I caught myself in the mirror I wondered who it was, what happened to that happy boy? his smile has long been lost, and where did those lines comes from? is that me? I must be wrong, and looking closer it dawned on me I‘m not the boy I used to be.
Here comes the night again Will I make it to the end? Sleep holds thoughts I can’t erase, I pray for mornings Welcomed face, Days are long Nights are longer, The ticking clock Grows ever stronger, And now they’re here Those night time sounds, They circle me And laugh out loud, Water pipes and Neighbours fucking, Please hurry up And get it done? Jesus Christ! Where is the sun?