sunday blues

Birthday

She’ll greet you like an old friend
And then never speak to you again
She’ll whisper softly into your ear
But for all accounts and purposes, remain unclear
She’ll lead you to the corner of the chapel
And find a way to capture your heart
Beneath God and all his merchandise
And still you’ll remain desolate and at large
Like a jewel thief aloof, but duly charged

She’ll try to kiss and to devour
And then pretend you could never exist
She’ll feign ignorance as to the hour
But for all accounts and purposes, you will persist
She’ll lead you to her treasured bar stool
beneath the oak tree you so consciously ignored
only to remain vulgar and misleading
and subsequently adored by you and all the other children throwing tantrums
and caution to the wind

She’ll open wounds that will not mend
She’ll take your hand with such intention
that subverts any initial trepidation
with only your poison and your neurosis as your fourth wall
She’ll wheeze and cough and you’ll heed the call
She’ll present to you your dreams
packaged nice and neatly like a birthday gift
that you’d been waiting for since you were born
and you wonder if maybe now they can be realised
and you wonder if these derbies are just too big to fill
and you wonder if this hunger will ever well and truly subside
and you wonder why the coffee always tastes so bad
and you wonder why, at the first sign of life, for all accounts and purposes, She’ll scamper and hide

well boy, you think too much.

disambiguation blues

The Road Is Looking Wretched

The road is looking wretched
And I’m driving in my car
I’ve had one or two too many
But I ain’t gotta go too far
I’m still thinking about all that time I spent
Trying to catch your eye at the bar
But knowing my luck, I couldn’t even catch a cold

I spent a little while in limbo
I spent a little while insane
I spent a little while pondering the complexities
Of asking you your name
Oh I’ve heard them sing ‘can’t buy me love’
But it’s such an unfamiliar refrain
Because the love I sought has already been sold

There’s a disambiguation
Between my pining and my pride
I tend to favour the latter
As the former is harder to define
I planned to share with you an anecdote I heard
Whilst dangling from the vine
But you tuned out before the punch line was ever told

An unnecessary, but relevant revelation
Presented itself to me in due course
That I’d been locked away in solitary confinement
And it took next to no force
I don’t know what transgression bought me here
And I don’t feel any remorse
All I know is that I woke up feeling old

And no, I don’t feel so sorry
When I hear them call my name
Because I’ve heard it maybe once or twice before
And each time it sounds the same
And a part of me still wants to catch the bouquet
Tossed by fickle lady fame
But with my luck, I couldn’t even catch a cold

sampler blues

there are actual recordings on the webpage now..

these things take time, don't they?

www.myspace.com/itsonlyapapermoon

3 down, 7 to go..

undercover blues

based on the overwhelming success of my last interactive post (downloads in double figures? god is dead!)

here's another

an unoriginal this time

of equal or lesser quality

I'd post the lyrics but I fear I got them mostly wrong..

tiger mountain peasant song (live)

http://www.mediafire.com/?dwxnmn2mzdw

it's a fleet foxes song.

interactive blues

You Already Know (http://www.mediafire.com/file/gnxdmevhmtm/youalreadyknow.mp3)

When the ashtray starts talking back
and criticises you for all that you lack
be sure to separate what is fiction
from what is fact

When the red label becomes a makeshift blindfold
Maybe then you won’t feel so compelled to hold
His hand

when you see me in a crowded room
don’t act like you don’t already know
when you see my eyes linger on long before I go
don’t act like you don’t already know
because you already know

When the moon gives you an astral frown
When the stars berate you and put you down
And group together like a schoolyard coterie
And leave you out

When conversations are just pages from
The worst fucking novel you’ve ever read
In your whole life

when you see by some cruel coincidence
don’t act like you don’t already know
when you see my eyes linger on long before I go
don’t act like you don’t already know
cos you already know

september blues

yeah?

Proverbial Blues

A long, long way into the distance
But not so far from where you’d grown
Stood a mountain of complications
The likes of which I’d never known

Sound familiar?

You invited me indoors
For coffee and a slice of lemon
I rambled up the stairwell
Like a lanky Armageddon

Does this sound familiar?

You threw yourself upon me
Seemingly when I least expected
Still it’s better to be startled
Than stone-faced, sombre and dejected

Does this sound familiar? Does this sound Familiar?

I’m the messiah for the maudlin
The prince of the thieves
And you could cut my legs from under me
If I’d just get off my knees

The valerian kicked in
And my anatomy went limp
And I wondered where along the timeline
I became such a god awful wimp

Does this sound familiar?

I tossed and I turned and I turned and I tossed
And then I turned some more
My sheets got caught amid the whirlwind
And I forgot what I’d been lying there for

Does this sound familiar?

I lit a lamp in light
Of all that I had sought to ruminate
But in the depths of my mind
A fear began to illuminate

Does this sound familiar? Does this sound familiar?

I’m the messiah for the maudlin
The prince of the thieves
And you could cut my legs from under me
If I’d just get off my knees

Now my body feels isolated
And my words are just a shield
And I’m judging every passer-by
Like a contemporary Holden Caulfield
How do you fight those inhibitions
that keep you surly and aware?
Just borrow some courage from the Dutch
And brother, you won’t even care

I’m the messiah for the maudlin
The prince of the thieves
And you could cut my legs from under me
If I could just get off my knees