Mix Tapes

You could just say how you feel

He said

Instead of sending me a song

But these folks are professionals

She said

And I’d only get it wrong

‘Want’

An artist for the ages

Your words leave me floored

What else is there to say?

Other than please, give me more

Love In The 90’s

No one could wear

A band t-shirt like you

With your longer hair

And grey cardigan too

With your smile so shy

And Doc Marten boots

It was no wonder why

We were in cahoots

Random #38

‘Have we enough to keep it together?

Or do we just keep on pretending,

And hope our luck is never ending…’

The Fuck You Song I Wish I’d Written

So you wanna know me now?
How I’ve been?
You can’t help someone recover
After what you did
So tell me

Am I looking better?
Have you forgot whatever it was
That you couldn’t stand about me,
about me, about me?

Because
Yes I do feel better, yes I do
I feel alright
(I’m better now)
I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you’ve got to offer!

You wanna know me now?
How I’ve been
You can’t help someone recover
After all that you did
So tell me

Am I looking better?
Or have you forgot whatever it was
That you couldn’t stand about me, about me, about me?

Because
Yes I do feel better, yes I do
I feel alright
(I’m better now)
I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you’ve got to offer!

Yes I do feel better, yes I do
I feel alright
(I’m better now)
I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you’ve got to offer!

On and on and on and on and on and on – has no-one said?

Stay away
Stay away
I’m better, better
Yes!

I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you’ve got…

‘Yes’
Copyright Bernard Butler / David McAlmont 1995

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