Artwork by Linda Schwab
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OLD SOD
During the day, the things I do Are walking the streets & eating cheap food. If I get bored I might stare at you. To save some money on videos My X-ray eyes see through your clothes. Some people might say my life is boring But in my dreams I'm working hard Treading linen by the yard. Nobody calls me a lazy bastard in dreamland. Designer clothes that I have got Are from George via charity shops. My hairstyle’s called "all shaved off." Some people say my style is cheap, they say: "You can't pull birds dressed in that shit." When my Father died Was the only time I’ve had a luxury ride My Mother left her purse on the back seat of the hearse It’s all she could think of as they put my Dad under the sod, the sod, the old sod. During the day the things I do are walking eating & excreting The night will find me sleeping Perchance dreaming. Words by Sibmaud/Fowler © |
THERE IS NO ROOM IN THE SOUL FOR ALCOHOL
When I drank booze I had the blues I was born to lose, I had no shoes But now I’m through with booze I can’t lose, I’ve got shoes I’m a happy chap, I know where it’s at It’s really out of this world Up there in heaven is where I want to be When this body is turned back into dirt There is no room in the soul for alcohol Everybody I know lives in mammon They don’t know really what is happening Fleeting moments of intoxicated abandon Are no more than temporary physical reactions Drinking wine and getting fined Drinking booze and getting bruised Getting screwed and feeling used All my senses have been abused If you want to live your life in peace All this drunkenness must cease There is no room in the soul Smoking cigs and doing digs I flipped my wig I did Now I’m through with this shit I’m hip I’m the captain of my ship Words by Sibmaud © |
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THE TAKE-OUTS Your records look like someone has ate their dinner off of them Your hair is growing back white You need to dye it ginger more often Your pie & pea supper has made you throw up You were dragged up from the gutter By an alcoholic father & neurotic mother What do you look like? Standing there with puke on your dress. All of your life, You never looked such a mess. Your husband has left you with a dose of the clap That he caught from a woman who I think I once had So you went out on the town to cheer yourself up & now you've come home & thrown it back up. You don't have much left, your song has come to an end. The old needle is rasping against the labels edge But you "Reach Out & Touch Somebody's Hand," It is that of the stranger who offered to lend You a tenner for the taxi & some take outs. But he is fast on and starting to snore. You feel suicidal because you are so bored Then you break wind and follow through. You slip on your vomit and knock out a tooth. Words by Sibmaud © |
TOILET ATTENDANT I would have been okay if it hadn't been for them But then again I'm my own worst enemy It's pointless pointing the finger of blame When the four other fingers are pointing right back at me Occupational substance abuse Could well be the cause of death for me Methyldioxy-methamphetamine I'm talking about a drug called ecstacy I had a job in a club cleaning the lavat'ry I was also a drug dispensary I saw Kate Moss going for a pee So I opened her door & I asked her to marry me When she was in Leeds Alicia Keys bought E from me I didn't know her but I asked her to marry me I fall in love with every woman I meet All because of a drug called ecstasy You know you only do it because your life is shite And it only offers temporary respite You are ruining your health & damaging your brain Paranoia is the first sign that you're going insane It's a shame to go through all that pain Like the old song said; you've got nothing to gain But you just can't bear the feeling of shame So you go back & do it all again. I would have been okay if it hadn't been for them But then again I'm my own worst enemy It's pointless pointing the finger of blame When the four other fingers are pointing right back at me Words by Sibmaud © |
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HAVE A GO AVOCADO Every time I stand up someone says "sit down" Someone takes my seat every time I turn around You can stay if you can pay but if you can't you won't And don't say you deserve it when you obviously don't! As crazy as a waitress walking down the street Serving her good looks to everyone she meets Everyone eats food, when they're hungry if they can Do the mashed potato, have a go avocado The size of my belly gives lie to my austerity The size of the gut on me exposes my gluttony Money is the honey money is the bread Drugs aren't funny when they mangle your head Do the mashed potato, have a go avocado Words by Sibmaud © |
THE NEXT THREE FLOORS Woke up from dreaming of rare 45s It's so cold at night I go to bed at half past nine I hope it gets to morning time before I awake But it's 2am, it's Tuesday and it's dark until 8 I'll contemplate my strange set of affairs Having my pockets picked by millionaires I wonder are those Bullingdon bastards still awake Scheming of how much I don't have they can take I'll lie in bed to keep warm and imagine the stars Through damp, dark clouds and the next three floors I'll curse the government, I'll count sheep, Think of Ted Hughes' poetry, dampen my sheets Any way I won't get back to sleep I don't think I'm going to get much done today I don't think I've got that much to do anyway Maybe alphabetisise my 45s Chronological takes too much time I liked our days together and I miss you sometimes It's 4 years since I've seen you and you still come to mind I mainly thinks of you on nights like these And wonder could we overlook each other's dis-ease I'll lie in bed to keep warm and imagine the stars Through damp, dark clouds and the next three floors I'll curse the government, I'll count sheep, Think of Ted Hughes' poetry, dampen my sheets Any way I won't get back to sleep Words by Fowler © |