“The biggest musical influence on me was my mum. We were both enraptured by music.”
– Johnny Marr
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“The biggest musical influence on me was my mum. We were both enraptured by music.”
– Johnny Marr
Thank God you came over
She said
I was starting to get bored
Now the real fun begins
He said
Of that you can rest assured
With A Twist
Is
it
too
early
to start
drinking
She
asked
As
this
is
too
much
to bear
That’s
exactly
what
I was
thinking
He
said
As
he
pulled
up a
chair
(Originally Posted 17.04.2020)
“You know, being approachable isn’t that important, anyway. The Queen hasn’t smiled since the ’70s, and her birthdays are still very well attended.”
– David Rose
Still,
It’s fun at the time
Two Day Hangovers
You can take a tablet
To halt a head ache
You can eat a sandwich
To settle a queasy stomach
You can sleep a while
To revive your weary bones
But the self loathing?
That shit lingers inside your head for days
And there’s nothing you can do to help that
God, hangovers are awful
(Originally Posted 18.03.2019)
I love how this one
Makes me sound
Like a player extraordinaire
When really I’d rather
Read a book
Than have my legs in the air
Bluntly
Do you believe in soulmates
He asked
As he lay back in the bed
No
She said, bluntly
Now can we just fuck instead
(Originally Posted 08.03.2021)
Patrick James ‘Judas’ Brady
Oh what can I say about you
One of the first boys I ever loved
That is most certainly true
We only had one night together
And you returned from whence you came
But after our briefest of interludes
I never saw cricket the same way again
Random #8
Sitting on a wall with Judas dressed in cricket whites
I guess we’ll never know
(Originally Posted 07.03.2019)
‘Not to put too fine a point in it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet…’
If only it took
Just a wee bit of cheese
To give my heart
A playful squeeze
Yet to succeed
Requires further endeavour
As I have no desire
(For cheese or otherwise)
What so fucking ever
Middle Class Wooing
Don’t
bother
picking
flowers
They
will just
make me
sneeze
If you
really
want to
impress me
Just
bring
a wheel
of cheese
For an
‘expensive’
bottle
of wine
And a
little
bit of
Brie
Is
really
all it
takes
To get
into
bed
with me
(Originally Posted 02.03.2020)
Wine me
Dine me
Never let me go
Tie me
Bind me
I’ll never tell a soul
“A True Maid”
No, no; for my virginity,
When I lose that, says Rose,
I’ll die:
Behind the elms last night, cried
Dick,
Rose, were you not
extremely sick?
– Matthew Prior
“New year, new me”
Is that what you want me to say?
Well, I’m not pretending
I’ll get a happy ending
Just like any other Friday
As the calendar page turns once more
We are granted our reprieve
Thank you so much Mariah
Now you can fucking leave
Take that whiny choirboy with you
And that dick who thinks he’s Elvis
Bing and Bowie can piss off too
With their ‘pa rum pum pum pum’ bullshit
We’re happy to wave you off John
Although your message is appreciated
Best take your mate Paul with you though
Before we have his keyboard castrated
It’s time to step out and away now Elton
With The Jacksons, Jonah and Chuck
And as for the ‘NYPD choir’
We couldn’t give less of a fuck
We’ll really only miss you George
Like we do nearly every day
So perhaps, this year, we could keep you
Instead of giving you away
‘Keep the change you filthy animal’
This is my favorite time of year
He said
With these scents of cinnamon and pine
As I endure the merriment of others
She said
I thank fuck for cheese and wine
Who wants to live forever anyway?
It’s not all it’s cracked up to be
I’d rather have fun
Soaking in the sun
Than immortality
That thing
You were speaking of
Well, I think I’ve found it
Now I’m out of my head
And in your bed
I don’t think I’ll ever quit
I’m arrogant and self obsessed
She said
And that will never change
Then I’ll be blessed to see
He said
If you can be re-trained
As you don’t seem
To get it
I’ll explain it again
Real quick
It wasn’t your love
I wanted
It was merely your
Conversation
Why don’t you just come over
He said
Sit with us and have some fun
I’d rather drink alone
She said
When all is said and done
Every time you send a pic
It breaks another piece of my heart
You’re having fun
And you deserve a ton
But it hurts that we’re so far apart
I don’t have to say it
You already know what I mean
Let’s to go to bed
To forget that he’s dead
And everything else in between
Let’s just stop being coy
And jump right into bed
For in there we can both enjoy
A very different game instead
When you asked
For a macaroni pie
I knew
That we’d get on
But when you ordered
A pizza crunch
I knew then
You were the one
It is 3am now
And I’ve run out of gin
So you can either
Turn your music off
Or just invite me in
‘Would you like to marry me?
And if you like you can buy the ring…‘
Shall me and you
Meet for a pint
I think we can trust
Ourselves tonight
Who’d have thought
That we’d come to
Both half dead
And needing the loo
Perhaps we should
Have thought this through
Instead of getting drunk
And doing the do
Are you actually straight
He said
Or perhaps potentially gay
I’m just bi myself
She said
And far happier that way
The hairdressers who first permed my hair
The record shop that’s no longer there
The place the first ring pierced my nose
The stall that sold those second hand clothes
The school that taught me how to grow
The man who showed me all I know
The pub I was in every Saturday night
The doorway where I held you tight
The café where I laughed and cried
The club where I danced eyes open wide
The hospital visit that left a scar
The venue where I lost my bra
For all the hours spent here
Both good and bad
I know they were the best
I’ve ever had
I knew from the beginning
He said
Within you there was a spark
Writing is now a passion
She said
With misery my trademark
Leaping out of the frying pan
Headlong into the fire
Perhaps at the expense of love
But quenching my desire
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