The window cleaner
My father’s a window cleaner My grandfather as well So I started cleaning windows It’s just a job so what the hell? But when I first climbed up my ladder Someone put out all my lights
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In the Noose
if only he had spent more time sharing supper with family and friends
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Imperfectly Perfect
All the winds blow wet in the grey town of Bath. Sodden, I step out into the fray, cold and forgotten, clinging to a phantom, a frail frame in a famous blue fur coat, a cut-throat voice
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Geometry
Your naked body, in a way, speaks enough poetry to fill the entire bedspread, and then you tell me you don’t believe me, you say I have a dependence on romance,
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After The Bombs Fall
Maybe someday, you’ll reveal yourself to me; maybe someday, after the bombs fall, after the sirens sing out, after the fallout you’ll leave your shelter and speak once more
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Missing Years ( Part 1)
He only went out for a run....
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Reel Life
The pincer movements of crabs duelling; a coral reef seahorse carousel; Life’s a ballroom and a boxing ring. We all turn in an eternal wheel. Jewelled night’s a manichean duel
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In the Valley of Moments
wings beating eagerly for attention
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The Love Police (Lyrics) (IP)
I posted this song earlier in the year but I'm reposting it because it seems to fit the IP.
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Perfect Shell
I brought you a perfect shell back from the beach Sweet in its curl, sharp in its cut Ivory white Unharmed, whole I gave it to you In the hope you’d see My gift was whole Like me
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