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Dumbshow
03:46
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Coronation Street
03:21
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Lads, I’d better be off now
Sounds like she needs calming again
He’s out, why is he late again?
I can tell her we talked about her
Though it wasn’t quite the way that she’ll think
He said he told all his friends about me
You know
I know
There’s no other
(aside) Who’ll keep believing such bad lies
We’ll be together forever
(aside) At this rate we will, if soon she won’t put out
I suppose I’ll soon tire of her charm
Unless first she grows tired of me
Our love will shine eternally
Though I guess there’re her gossip mags
And her beloved TV
It’s time for Coronation Street
You know
I know
There’s no other
(aside) Who’ll keep believing such bad lies
We’ll be together forever
(aside) At this rate we will, if soon she won’t put out
Her skin gives me pleasure
I’ll ditch her at my leisure
But I’ll be polite when I tell her:
“My sweet, meet…my new lover”
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So you had a good time
Yeah, Trent‘s a great guy
I’m glad he drove you home
You know I hate the thought
Of you on your own
I thought tonight we could go see a movie
You never seem to know
You used always want to go
Oh you’ve seen that before?
You shouldn’t worry so
No it wasn’t us
You’d be the first to know
I’m not being suspicious
Since when were we organising committee
And these days 30ths are hardly worth the fuss
Someone will let slip
You shouldn’t worry so
Can we keep it quiet?
I don’t think he’ll ever know
Surely he’ll have plans
He’s really not that type
Or does he have a girlfriend?
He’s never mentioned
Though at times he might suspect
In fact, you know, it’s strange
He’s easily dismissed
The subject’s always changed
I’ve known him far too long
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I struggled to work out why you’d been so cold
Settled on some lines
To apologise
For everything I could think of
Even times when you were clearly wrong
Spending hours making sure I’ve the tone right
Not too meek or mild
With forced jocular style
(reads) Fine! Ignore my text! I…
…………
…….and I’ll stop asking where you’ve been
(stops reading) I send it just as you mail me
Pleased to find our timing agree
He’s a better lover than you’ll ever be
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You People Are Idiots
03:53
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You cannot live before you meet someone to love
But how to meet them when I have no life?
For every one a friend to share life to the end
Stuck outside wondering why I’m still spare
Forced into some early morning air
My flatmates are a noisy pair
Whatever troubles you beat with your one love true
I’d ask her why my wit’s not recognised
For every one a friend to share life to the end
What’s the point of reading Baudelaire?
If that fact I’m unable to share?
My folks keep hinting about an heir
I have so much to tell
My interests are spread well
But erudition seems not to be prized
Oh you should see my place
With Rothko prints displayed
I love Vivre sa Vie’s
Cinematography
But even though I’ve tried:
Meek, proud, nice, friends, gay, rude, praise, lies…
For every one a friend to share life to the end
Numbers are swapped but then
When I invite them
To a Jean Genet revue
(Oh yeah, I’ve read him since school)
No reply
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…you said you’d leave it out in the morning, but you must have forgotten. I s’pose you were in a bit of a rush: you left before I woke up. Didn’t you want my breakfast? We’d go for a walk…you promised!
I’ve been thinking about us so much…not every day I meet one like you. I can’t stop hurting while we’re apart. There’s so much I want to talk about I bought all those books you mentioned and my favourite i- oh you’re busy - that’s no problem, I can wait ‘til you’re finished. You’ve not commented yet on my hair! Didn’t you say you liked – but – what d’you mean there’s no us? But it cost….sixty….to cut….
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……hi! It’s me! At last I tracked you down, God we were so drunk but I still remembered where you said you worked, so I just followed you home – wasn’t that night such fun? But then I couldn’t find your number…you said you’d leave it out in the morning….but you must have forgotten…
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(reads) November 8: failed to sell those tapes
Nobody likes Menswear anymore
So I ate pasta and purée
It’s a fun job but badly paid
November 9: the light show’s prepared
Simon had better have cut his hair
With our new set we’ll sound more current
Sony will see how tight we play
November 10: well he seemed enthused
Mentioned a showcase in London too
He’s to check a few things when he gets back
He said he’ll call with details and
We’re spoiled for choice with killer tra-
On to the 12th: The girl that I met
After the show, wants us to meet up
Her favourite song was Psycho Lady
Why couldn’t it have been one of mine?
(stops reading) So far as I recall it went bad
I’d the cheek to be vain but bland
Though I had false
Hopes I could look
To at least something
To oh so much
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Most of all he likes the way his beloved wife…
And the houses, cars and kids boast of a meaningful life
On and on they strive
On and on they climb
To prove they have been alive
Artists though need shining visions helping them to write…
Awards, reviews and knowing that they impact other people’s lives
On and on they climb
On and on they strive
Until suddenly they die
As they’re laid to rest
Notables pay respects
Achievements are described
Sons and daughters cry
Sons and daughters cry
Then…
Get on with their lives!
On and on they climb
On and on they strive
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How can you stand such hideous curtains?
What have you read?
Can I have a lend?
I don't think we've met before but
I know your face fancy a date?
Let's meet halfway text if you're late
Maybe we’ll make the screening at eight
Yes I'll visit, which window is it?
Who else is in?
I'll ring in that you lost a limb
Late again I wonder is she always…like…....
When will you collect your boxes?
Friday nights you'll still watch movies but with…
I'll try to learn your recipe:
Love small things...you showed me how to live my friend
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Finishing I watch
Tills being manned and plates washed
Getting on with sad lives
It was quite a shock
Prefaced with bland talk
“No, there’s no-one else
I’ll tell you when I move on
And please say when you find someone”
Then she calls we meet again
Might she want to change
When she tensely asks…if I’ve yet seen someone?
They’d have different tiles and they’d have different sighs and they won’t speak softly when they have to say what’s wrong
Well, I know it’s over now
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Now I’ve got the mortgage sorted and a job that pays well
Found someone who loves me I guess soon we’ll wed
Victory is mine
Ooo a week’s sun in Las Palmas that would be a nice break
Or we could save up for a conservatory
Victory is mine
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Michael Knight Berlin, Germany
A mutually parasitic but sadly inescapable marriage of the stylish black humour of Vladimir Nabokov and the sophisticated pop sensibilities of Burt Bacharach, they're staying together despite a reproduction-necessitated hiatus, and all the bickering, for the sake of DA KIDS. After the twee pop and orchestral melodrama of the previous releases, they're now making guitar-based chamber music... ... more
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