I Hear Only Silence Now
No One's Sending Roses
The Fugitive
Betrayal
Joe Orton's Wedding
The Promised Land
With the Indians Permanent
Say Uncle
Disease
Roulette
Saint Jacque

I Hear Only Silence Now

Pour me out a miracle
I'm on the wrong side of low
Silence is a sanctuary
When there's no place left to go
Safety in numbers
Danger in a crowd
You're saying nothing
But you're saying it too loud

You could have heard a pin drop
A pale pink voice
Whispering sweet nothings
Would have seemed like a choir's rejoice
If silence is a rare drink
I am parched with thirst
I want to drown in waters
I need to quench this thirst

No need for pregnant pauses
Make "mum" the word
Silence is our saviour
Or haven't you heard?
Saftey in numbers
Danger in a crowd
Your lips are sealed
You're saying nothing
But the trouble is, you're saying it too loud

I hear only silence now
I hear only silence now
I hear only silence now
I hear only

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No One's Sending Roses

Dreamer, poet, executioner
His fingers hold a silver of Damascus steel
He plays the big wheel
I'm not talking in inches
A slug bites in close to his brain
No indication of pain
Blue smoke feathers from his mouth
He just pulled the trigger again

Dead as dust, rub out
The combination opened fire
Grease the wheels to a house on the hill
The won't get far,
I put a tack in each tyre
A cache of "nostrils"
Japan made the get-a-way car
The werewolves are getting loaded
With silver bullets in the bar
Wipe away that tear
It's poetic justice
You have nothing to fear
Only poets and justice

Fingerprint experts and camera-men
Crawl slowly up his leg
Murder plays no favourites
Hang your halo on the peg
No one's sending roses
The curtains have been drawn
He died with a dash of lavender
The vigil ends at dawn
When they turn the lights out on you

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The Fugitive

A gun did the talking
Conversaton wasn't sweet
He took the ferry to a foreign land
She fired her mouth off
Always had the last word
but not this time
This time was different

Puts down deep thoughts in blue
On sheets of Basildon Bond
Only yesterday
Funny, it seems longer
He reads between his own lines
The spaces speak in volumes

Eating out of a tin
His heart is in his mouth
Home is any map
East, West, North or South

The headline screams from the newspaper
"MOTEL MURDER MYSTERY Girl found dead"
Flash back the replay
Bullets in slow motion
The bruises still show from his last bad dream
Drags himself up, smooths down his tidal wave
Climbs into photographs of stillness

Running into the rain
Taxi's everywhere
Falling into the lights
It's so peaceful there

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Betrayal

The blood of betrayal is on his hands
Faith slips through fingers like desert sand
Hope pinned like a tin badge
On an alibi or two
Brutal mercies, tender traps
Charity, false or true

A cast of tired nets
The ebb and flow of tides
The moon's hook and cradle
A string of pretty lies

Are you laughing now?
Or do you cry?

I walk away from these scenes
Sad scenes
Rendezvous of Watney's invention*
I turn from these shadows of doubt
Of artifice and searching
Of distance and touch
Touch

She returns to the gentle placebo
Of her one hundred cigarettes
Ties a knot in her memory
And remembers to forget
To forget

These hands are cold
Those are not my gloves
That is not my face in the mirror
Death is that you?

The trains roll in
The trains roll out
Step on the cracks and you're a dead man
We won't hear your shout
The blood of betrayal is on your hands
Bruised love
Bruised love slipping like fingers through the sand

Are you crying now?
Or do you laugh?

She returns to the gentle placebo
Of her one hundred cigarettes
Ties a knot in her memory
And remembers to forget
To forget

These hands are cold
Those are not my gloves
That is not my face in the mirror
Death is that you?

*cheers!J.B.

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Joe Orton's Wedding

At Joe Orton's wedding
The bride wore black
Death caught the discarded bouquet
The marriage was consumated
In a gentleman's loo on the way

Joe pulled out a plum
From the bitter tart
As the honeymoon sank in the West
Til death us do part
Rice paper heart
Old, borrowed and blue
Laid to rest

To wait in the wings of a shadow
Catching only the spray from each splash
In the sun by a swimming pool in Tangier
Black gags having turned to green cash

The bride became a burden
A damper on champagne wit
Living in fear of every taboo
On which, Joe, with ink, would spit

"Mister Sloane, I have a problem,
It's about the trouble and strife".
"Forget it, come to a party,
But for Heaven's sake, don't bring the wife!"

Mrs. Orton penned the ending
The final play for today
Putting faith in nembrutals
And a hammer to keep it that way

A drag on the closing curtain
Michelangel's David saw all
Double death real life drama
Observed by the eyes on a wall

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The Promised Land

We cut our teeth on Billy's night
We threw petrol on the fire
The crowd were fish heads packed in tight
Adversity fuelled desire
Psychopathic personality girls
An installation in each hotel
Every play a lover's leap
Bones thrown to the hounds of Hell

We were slow to show our heels
We had faith in that expensive purr
Crammed into a Ford Cortina
So damp that it was growing fur
We lived in Clubland
in cupboards we were big
Social insecurity, the D.H.S.S
The fan club at every gig

Three chords
A passport to the promised land
Where everything's recouped
And there's no such thing as cash in hand

The dressing room is a matchbox
Is this any way to earn a crust?
The stage is a seducer, a doctor,
A card you can not trust
Another boring interview
Pet theories in the critical zoo
Put those parasites in our shoes
And I bet they wouldn't have a clue

Three chords
A passport to the promised land
Where everything's recouped
And there's no such thing as cash in hand

The promised land
The promised land
The promised land
The promised land

Promsies, promises

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With the Indians Permanent

Sad lost time of all rainy afternoon in Paris
GO!
This week's waitress pulls out a Camel
striking a match on the dash
having just come with a prayer and a curse in the back of a stolen car
amphetamine wearing out a holing switchblade
rucksack ancesteral creasing the long split track
with an eye out for cops, hoods and angels
sturng out flag of the mysterious cupped cigarettes
subterraneans
subterraneans making a lonely invisible freedom
the cold East side of a stolen time
Charlie Parker's umbilical chord
hobo dustwrapper track exploding
turning into blood brotherhood in three weeks
"With the Indians permanent"
searching out a Sputnik epitaph
on-the-road
living singed on barbiturates
tenderness crayola inflamed
hot wire joy rides
teleprint the word "dream"
Don Quixote lunatics waiting for Zen
the back seat of a noble message
in memory of a sailor's dead six-pack
breathlessly bleeding the next lagoon
in a bivouacked hotel
burning a legend in asphelt
fathomless after hours following a trail of Cognac
the slip in the naked life is a low sobriety grove
lonely
legendary long time rapingland conversations on reel to reel
pinned without slepp in a railroad line
blue enorman lost in gone streets of bebop
blowing wild below a jungle midnight sky
ravaged by the storm
hopping freights
running dust-bowl high
virgins, sands, moons
ghost raincoat heart
a maverick car with Cassady at the wheel
a nail in the jazz ghost blood
always in the spinny with colours
dark inks unfurl
rosary beads over folded hands
GO!
RED
SPIRIT
FLY

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Say Uncle

Interrogation romance
Drawn curtain rendezvous
Strings pulled in high places
Helping him slip through

Slack investigation
Leaks running into a lake
Third degree
Busy building bodies into steak

The mystery blonde
For deperate men
Cold as Leningrad
She'll nail you to the black list
Pin on the subversive tag

Open dead letter boxes
Immersed in espionage
Painting his partners in Sovbloc red
Guarded details at large

Spot light persuasion
Spill the beans, confess
Cambridge recruitment
Did you pass on the address?

The mystery blonde
Cold as Leningrad
She'll nail you

Who can't take any more?
Making friends with the floor
Say uncle

Say uncle

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Disease

Your hollow voice is calling me
A sick wind through the trees
I can feel you coming on
I know your name
Disease

A fat tailed rat from sewer land
A temptress from the East
You have many bodies
On which to feast

From Arctic cold to jungle hot
A question of degrees
I can feel you breath on me
I know your name
Disease

You over stay your welcome
As long as you stay
You fill my nights with fever
You take my breath away

The common house fly is your friend
You ride upon his back
You visit me at sunset
A femme fatal in black

Oh, you are my lover
Your affection makes me bleed
You kiss my lips come midnight
Infection is your seed

You riddle my pale orchid skin
Steel rods through cankerous cheese
I can feel you coming on
I know your name

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When you speak
You should have "DRAMATIZATION"
Written under your lips
Sweetheart you're perfect
And taxis don't take tips

International jewel thieves
Try to steal your looks
They are caught red handed
And sent home to cook the books

Sucking splinters from their fingers
Playing chemical roulette
Sweat bands, fear's jewelry
The pearls worn with regret

This is roulette
Sudden death
Throw down the glove
Fahrenheit 451
Melt down in love
This is roulette
Sudden death
Throw down the glove
Fahrenheit 451
Melt down

Biting on the bullet
Falling in a flash
The sould of anasthesia
The calm before the crash

Roulette
Melt down in love
Roulette
Melt down in love
Roulette
Melt down in love
Roulette
Melt down in love

Beggars can be choosers
Finders don't always keep
Unease in Paradise
Take these pills to help you sleep

Sweet dreams

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Saint Jacque

Slave to the slaves
Lives in leather
Binds her clients
Tightens the tether
Maintains that bondage is for the free
Acress and torturer
Saint Jacque

In servitude
She rules surpreme
The masked maitress
Of bizarre extremes
Maintains a cool anononimity
Actress and torturer
Saint Jacque

To furnish with thong
To strike with stick
To cause the wounds
Never to lick
Maintenance of etiquette
Is vital you see
Actress and torturer
Saint Jacque

Ouivering alter of submissive flesh
Cat o'nine
Cold snare of mesh
Maintains an air of authenticity
Actress and torturer
Saint Jacque

In the sumptuous dark
A ceremony
Is performed in oblivion of the desperate plea
Maintains the pressure in the perfect degree
Actress and torturer
Saint Jacque

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