jumble and thud

like you know
when you look down
the remote chance
of finding love
falls from your hand
and to the ground...

Its a luxury
that you find these days
haunted steps to haunted places
a place to lay my pillow
a constant in red
a home to hear when the voices come
and try to bash my head.

the sky is dreaming as I walk by
the vaguest shadows melt
into the darkness
and I don't ask why...

Its a luxury you find these days
the paint peels
the water drips
Which one of these ship
did you get lost on?

Sleep walking on the ballustrade
your balance is the only thing
that plays
your walking and talking
and sleeping and strolling
over our heads where myths
and tears are blocking my harmony...

Automobiles In Perspex

Fidelity

well, we've never spoken of love
and with that I am okay.
For me the things
that used to mean safety
all at once begun to change.
I used to think I needed
my life to be a certain way.
But all things change,
As I have changed.
I won't be that way again.
I used to hold stones in my heart
for the time I spent away.
Propping up people,
just trying to maintain,
fighting to heal others
while ignoring my own pain.
But if there's one thing I have learned,
Something I have taken from it all.
Its that you can't protect your heart
from sadness or limp along
Laughing while others watch you fall.
Its a real life when you realize
No plan will ever catch the man.
You got to pick up what you need
Learn to march on again.

Sounds-Like

Silvery metal spikes
pierced the darkness
of an unlit mind.
And in blackness,
Where all thought forms
A hand reached out and down.
Hands made of silver
and hands made of fire.
Disappearing over and over
like silver arrows in a stream,
like brushstrokes that paint away
the years of confusion
and lost desire.
demons banished to limbo,
defeated by 10,000 guitar notes...
or one Durutti Column solo.