We were wrong,
In our time,
Always down,
Out of line.
I relaxed from the days filled with blood sport in vain,
And returned with the knowledge that we’re two the same,
Two in Hell,
Two set free,
Too alike,
You to me.
And we watched everything pass us by in due course,
Always tied by a mutual feeling that lost,
We were two,
Two in Hell,
Two set free,
Known too well.
Searching for some other way,
To bring some small relief,
Never to be satisfied,
And snatch at all beliefs.
Didn’t have the energy,
To make up for my part,
Everything seemed easy but
I didn’t have the heart.
Things that on the surface,
Seemed so very much the same,
But once you’ve made the move,
So long nothing else remains.
So afraid to make a break,
For fear of what I’d do,
It can cause repressive treatment,
When they put the blame on you.
I know now just where I stand,
These thoughts will never cross,
Victim of security,
Hoping to get lost.
Bet you’ve worked the whole machine,
And never missed out much,
Still staring in the mirror,
Trying so hard not to push.
Put you on a wooden cross,
Nailed reasons to your hand,
Covered in self-pity,
Maybe now you’ll understand.
(Записано на обороте The Only Mistake)
Faces pressed flat against glass windows,
Ten men in a room for two,
Censorship stops here,
No isolation,
Only detoxification.
Abnormal relationships formed,
In comers and on floors,
Breathless, breeding and cramped on all fours
No view, no sense of time.
It was a strange way to go.
Edging towards, a child you may keep,
Retreading the boards pretty young thing
You’ll get your reward,
Permission to speak
A place to yourself,
A garden with swings,
Handwritten cards do nothing to ease,
The burden
Where is my release,
Face up to them all,
As they sway side to side,
They put me on show,
Disgusts and rewinds,
To take life away
Was life really there,
No sound, no
Неозаглавленное, незаконченное
Avenues all lined with trees,
Edens garden left for thieves,
I looked upon an empty stage,
Where all the young men once had played.
Inroads leading on and on, Filled with strangers every one, The ... arrived and here to stay,
Look then turn their heads away.
Buildings torn down to the ground,
Replaced by new ones thought more sound,
And as torches glow right thru’ the night,
A sacrifice for all that’s right.
I looked ahead an empty space,
A lifetimes ... erased,
и на обороте...
hanging from trees by their necks
typecast forgotten young saviours
lost by their own grace and favours
hinder the paths of
Door slides open,
Johnny laughs
A view from above
Sticks his head
Out of the window and dries his eyes
I remember a winter sometime ago,
Angular patterns formed deep in the ground
Where someone once stood
White on black,
White on white,
Echoed voices bouncing off the buildings around.
A ramp to the trees and trees all around,
I remember a tear, frozen white on white,
I remember nothing.
A grey saloon,
Johnny sighs,
Winds down the window and stares at the road.
Some things never make sense,
A fear of stepping out,
Crouches shivering in the corner, blanket round your shoulder
Hot then cold, cold then warm, pulse is racing, slowly racing — stopped.
I remember nights spent listening to until dawn,
I remember nothing.
Door slowly opens,
Johnny sits on his bed,
Lays down and dies.
